Before You Forgot Me
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Camila Damien has spent years avoiding Eric Sylvester-the ruthless CEO whose cold reputation precedes him. But when a career-making promotion forces them together on a billion-dollar pharmaceutical project, avoidance becomes impossible. Eric can't shake the feeling that he's seen her before. The mysterious woman in his wallpaper. The missing pieces of a night he can't remember. And now, the brilliant scientist who challenges him at every turn. But Camila is hiding something darker than career ambitions. Three weeks of her life is gone. Stolen by a drugging incident she can't remember and a saboteur she can't identify. As corporate espionage, toxic family ties, and a dangerous conspiracy close in around them, Camila and Eric must decide: trust each other with their carefully guarded hearts, or lose everything, including their lives. In the high-stakes world of pharmaceutical giants, where betrayal comes from those closest to you and the truth is buried in forgotten memories, love might be the most dangerous risk of all.
Before You Forgot Me Chapter 1
CAMILA
Camila and her junior colleague Richard stood before the top 1 biggest pharmaceutical company in the USA, the headquarter of her current workplace in Georgia. TheSlyvester Inc. She gulped as she craned her neck up to see the high end of the skyscraper. She had never dreamed of coming here as all her life has been around Georgia.
"So, Richard? This is the location where the tests were mistakenly delivered too?" She turned to the intern, arching a brow.
"Yes, the call was from here. His name is Fred or something, told me to come take them back to the lab."
Camila sighed. "This was your mix up, so go collect them. I'll wait outside." She pushed him forward to the entrance.
"You're supposed to come with me. Mr Dante sent both of us here." Richard pouted.
"Nope, you handle it alone." She replied.
He scoffed as he turned to go.
"Whatever." Camila muttered.
Camila had always gone out of her way to avoid that man. The CEO.
Rumors of his cold attitude followed him everywhere, and she had no interest in becoming his next victim. Stories about the CEO turning the place into hell for staff were enough to keep her far away. Whenever he came to inspect her branch office, she hid in the restroom until he left. Mr. Dante would always come looking for her afterward, wearing that familiar angry expression she'd grown used to. Somehow, his face felt like déjà vu.
Camila watched as Richard finished talking to the security guards and walked into the building. She followed quietly behind him.
The test samples had been sent to the headquarters by mistake, Richard had entered the New York lab details instead of the Georgia regional lab, where the next phase of production was supposed to take place.
The moment Camila stepped through the revolving doors, she froze.
"Damn... this place is beautiful." She whispered, her eyes following close at the hundreds of people walking past her, all different destinations in mind.
Should she apply for transfer to the HQ just to enjoy this view every single day?
All she needs to do is just to avoid the devil recarnation just like she has been doing.
She drifted toward the other side of the lobby.
"Camila!" Richard waved at her from inside the glass elevator.
She turned. But, walked straight into something solid. The impact knocked the breath out of her as she staggered back.
"Ouch! Jeez, that's hard." She rubbed her forehead.
She looked up and froze.
Eric Sylvester.
Six feet of tailored suit and controlled power. Dark hair, darker eyes, and an expression that could freeze fire.
The CEO. The man she'd spent a year successfully avoiding. And she'd just face planted into his chest.
"I..." Words failed her. Her brain, usually so quick with chemical formulas and research data, blanked completely.
He didn't speak. Didn't move. Just studied her with an intensity that made her want to check if she had something on her face.
Then his head tilted, almost imperceptibly. "Have we met before?"
"I.....I don't think so, sir. I work in the Georgia office. I've never....."
"No." He cut her off, but his voice wasn't angry. Puzzled. "Not at work."
Silence stretched between them.
Camila's pulse hammered. Something about his gaze felt familiar in a way that made her skin prickle. In a way that whispered of hospital rooms and lost time.
Anyway, she doesn't even want him to know she existed.
Eric still didn't say anything. Will he shout at her? Fire her?
Wait. He doesn't know if she's an employee or not. Huh Huh, She just told him she worked at the georgia office.
"I...I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...." She paused, his expression hasn't changed.
Is he a statue or what?
She opened her mouth again to speak, her body shivered from the coldness emitting from him.
He studied her face for a long moment, his expression unreadable. Then, without any other word, he stepped around her and walked away, leaving her oddly breathless.
Looking around, she noticed the attention the situation had drawn.
Nalia, her former colleague now transferred to the HQ some months back, walked towards her.
"What are you doing here?" Nalia whispered, giving Eric a brief glance. She had a worried look. "Don't tell me you got transferred here and on your first day, you trespassed with him?!" Her voice still in a loud whisper.
"No, I didn't, I only came here to get some tests. I'm going back to Georgia today." She answered.
Whatever Nalia had begun to say, she didn't pay full attention. Her mind wandered some moments ago, her CEO hand that had touched her hair. She must be dreaming.
Maybe the rumors aren't true.
"Get that report ready in the next two hours! Or you will be fired! I told you I don't want delays." Eric yelled at the lady who had rushed to him, visibly shaking. She had flinched and turned back to do as he say.
Okay, the rumors are true.
As she turned back to Nalia, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
Mom flashed across the screen. She considered letting it go to voicemail. She always considered it. But guilt, that familiar, suffocating weight made her answer.
"Hi, Mom."
"Camila." Her mother's voice was crisp, perfectly modulated. The voice she used for her country club friends. "I'm calling because I need you to transfer money into my account. The event planner requires a deposit for the spring gala."
Not 'how are you.' Not 'I've been thinking about you.' Urgghhh!
"Mom, I sent you money two weeks ago......"
"That was for other expenses. This is different. Really, Camila, must you question everything I ask? I'm your mother."
Camila closed her eyes. Breathed. Dr. Patel's voice echoed in her head: You're allowed to have boundaries.
"How much do you need?"
"Three thousand should cover it."
"I don't have that."
"Of course you don't." Elena's sigh was theatrical. "I told everyone you'd be too broke. Your father would be so disappointed, you know. He always wanted us to be a close family. But you've always been so... difficult."
Camila's throat tightened. Bringing up her father was a favorite weapon. The man who'd actually loved her, weaponized against her.
"I'll send the money," she said quietly.
"By tonight, please. And Camila? Try to be more present in this family. I worry about you, alone in that little apartment, buried in your work. No husband, no real life. People are starting to ask questions."
The call ended.
Camila stood there, phone in hand, feeling like she'd been hollowed out. This was how it always went. Elena took and took, disguised as maternal concern. Criticized and criticized, disguised as worry.
But knowing it and doing it were different things.
Her phone buzzed again. A text this time.
"By the way, that therapist you're seeing is a waste of money. You don't need therapy. You need to grow up."
Camila blocked the number for the third time that month.
Elena would call from a different number tomorrow.
She always did.
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Before You Forgot Me of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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8.9
This is my story of how to lose a mob boss in ten days.
I have a
I've been arranged to marry a monster.
Run away? Good idea. Tried that. Didn't work.
Because in my family, my father makes the rules.
And he says this wedding is happening .
But he still has a soft spot for me, his last remaining daughter.
So he offers me a deal.
Take ten days.
Get to know Sasha.
See if you change your mind.
Yeah, right.
Sasha Ozerov is a beast in Brioni.
He's ruthless, flawless, utterly unconcerned with mortals like me.
All he wants is what our marriage would bring
My family's power and the city in the palm of his hand.
But maybe, if I can make him back out of the deal...
I'll keep my freedom.
So I set out to do everything I can to drive him crazy.
I have ten days to make my husband hate me.
What happens if I start to love him instead?
7.8
Alayna was working a grueling catering shift in worn-out heels to support her broke college boyfriend, Caiden, who claimed to be studying at the library.
But through the crack of a VIP suite door, she saw him wearing a bespoke suit and a Patek Philippe watch, sipping expensive liquor.
"It's a little poverty role-play. Keeps things interesting."
He was laughing with his rich friends, mocking her as his clueless "charity case."
To make matters worse, she was forced into a humiliating mascot costume just in time to watch him passionately kiss his wealthy ex-girlfriend.
That same night, Alayna's mother collapsed with gastric cancer, requiring a half-million-dollar surgery.
When a desperate Alayna begged Caiden for help, he refused.
"Why don't you just apply for Medicaid? That's the path for people like you."
For two years, she had starved herself to buy his textbooks, his tickets, and his shoes.
He had stolen her sweat and her sacrifices, all for a cruel game.
The sheer audacity of his betrayal made her blood run cold.
When a billionaire stranger stepped in to pay her mother's medical bills in exchange for a one-year fake marriage, Alayna didn't hesitate to sign the contract.
She slipped the flawless diamond ring onto her finger, opened a spreadsheet, and sent Caiden an invoice for every single cent.
This time, she was going to dismantle his entire life.
7.3
I was tracing the gold paint on my own tombstone when a hand tapped me on the shoulder.
It was Clayton.
The same man who, five years ago, had left me bleeding out in a ditch because he didn't want to be late for my sister's engagement party.
"Die quietly, Ivy," he had said over the phone before hanging up.
Now, standing over my grave, he dropped his cheap plastic flowers in shock.
"Ivy? You're... we buried you."
They hadn't buried me.
They had buried an empty box to save face, mourning a "troubled" daughter they had actually discarded like broken trash the moment I became a liability.
Clayton's shock quickly turned to that familiar, arrogant anger.
He accused me of faking my death for attention.
He told me I was sick for putting the family through such pain.
He even reached out to grab my arm, intending to drag me back to my father to apologize.
"You're coming with me," he spat. "You owe us an explanation."
But he made a fatal mistake.
He thought he was talking to Ivy Dillard, the soft girl who cried when she skinned her knees.
He didn't notice the town car waiting at the curb, or the man stepping out of it.
Before Clayton's fingers could graze my coat, a hand made of steel caught his wrist.
Collin Richardson, the most feared Capo in Chicago, stepped between us.
"Touch my wife again," Collin whispered, his voice promising violence. "And you lose the hand."
I smiled at the terror draining the color from Clayton's face.
I didn't come back from the dead to explain myself.
I came back to bury them.
8.0
Elva used a spare key card to quietly enter the hotel penthouse, only to find her boyfriend of two years panting heavily on the king-sized bed with her own cousin.
Instead of showing remorse, her cousin shamelessly mocked her background, while her ex aggressively lunged at her to destroy the photographic evidence she had just captured.
"You think you can just walk away? Warren already made the deal. By next week, you're being shipped off to marry that fifty-two-year-old crippled freak from the Ramirez family!"
Her ex spat the words to threaten her, and the nightmare only escalated when Elva returned to her uncle's estate, where Warren confirmed he was indeed selling her off for a business connection.
Her family eagerly joined the abuse, threatening to permanently freeze her late mother's trust fund and even plotting to secretly drug her morning milk so she couldn't fight back when the groom's family arrived.
They looked at her like a pathetic, orphaned burden they could bleed dry, fully expecting her to drop to her knees, cry, and accept her miserable fate without a single word of defiance.
But they had no idea that just hours ago, Elva had already signed a marriage certificate with Bronson Ramirez, the undisputed billionaire king of the dynasty, and she was stepping into the living room ready to watch their greedy world burn.
9.8
Ina Holman, heiress to a failing real estate empire, was forced to attend a high-stakes matchmaking meeting to secure a financial lifeline for her family.
But the drink she was handed was secretly spiked. Desperate to avoid a public scandal that would ruin her father, she fled into a VIP elevator, only to fall directly into the arms of Buren Warner—the most ruthless billionaire predator on Wall Street.
After a blurred, chaotic night, the nightmare truly began.
A fabricated scandal of her hotel rendezvous hit the front pages. Her father slapped her across the face, using the disgrace as an excuse to freeze her accounts and kick her out onto the streets, legally severing her from the family trust before declaring bankruptcy.
Even worse, her twin sister was killed in a sudden estate explosion.
And the final, crushing blow? Ina discovered that her ex-boyfriend, Faron, the man supposed to save her family, was secretly gay. He and her best friend had orchestrated the drugging to destroy Ina's reputation, allowing Faron to break their alliance and keep his inheritance without suspicion.
Stripped of her home, her family, and her dignity, Ina screamed in agony on the freezing streets.
Her own father had murdered her sister for a fifty-million-dollar insurance payout and sacrificed Ina to hide his assets. The people she trusted most had conspired to ruin her life just for their own selfish greed.
Driven into a corner with absolutely nothing left to lose, Ina stared at the cold, calculating billionaire who had tracked her down to an abandoned cliffside estate.
"Marry me, and I will give you the power to destroy them all."
To avenge her sister and crush the people who betrayed her, Ina signed her soul to the devil.
8.9
Aliana braved a heavy storm, carrying a warm stew for her fiancé, Ivan, just as she always put his needs before her own. This ingrained habit, a survival mechanism from a cold childhood, was about to shatter into a million pieces. Tonight, everything she believed was a lie.
The iron gates of Ivan's private villa flashed red, denying her entry, and a guard mumbled lies. Ignoring him, she pushed past, a strange orchid perfume leading her to Ivan's car, where a tube of crimson lipstick lay on the passenger seat. Through a window, she saw him with another woman and a small child, an image that felt like jagged glass twisting in her heart.
Then his words cut through the storm, cold and cruel:
"Aliana is just a placeholder."
He was marrying her for her multi-billion-dollar patent, a secret deal made with her own parents, who had sold her for a kickback to buy this very house. Her family, her love, her future-all were a calculated lie.
Her inner wolf, usually fierce, fell terrifyingly silent, replaced by a chilling resolve. The burning acid in her throat wasn't just bile; it was the taste of her shattered devotion.
She didn't want his apologies or his guilt. She wanted his ruin, and as Ivan walked in with a fake smile the next morning, Aliana was ready to deliver it.
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