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STOLEN MEMORIES

When Selene, a brilliant intern with a buried past, enters the empire of ruthless billionaire Darius Vane, everything unravels. But she's not just there to learn - she's there to destroy. As secrets surface and a forgotten brother reappears, Selene must choose between revenge and redemption before the truth erases them all.
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Chapter 6

Selene didn't think.

She ran.

The fence was electrified, but the current was low - a deterrent, not a barrier. She grabbed the wire, ignoring the sting, and climbed. Eli watched her, frozen, his hand still pressed to the metal.

"Don't move," she whispered.

Behind him, the guard shouted. "Step away from the fence!"

Eli didn't flinch.

Selene dropped to the other side. Her knees hit gravel. She grabbed Eli's wrist.

"Come with me."

He hesitated. "I know you."

"I'm your sister."

His eyes widened. "I don't remember."

"You will."

The guard raised his weapon.

Selene pulled Eli behind a storage unit. Bullets hit metal. She ducked, heart pounding.

"Why are they shooting?" Eli asked.

"Because they don't want you to leave."

He looked at her. "Why?"

She didn't answer.

She scanned the area. A service gate. Unlocked.

They ran.

Through the gate. Into the woods.

Branches tore at her clothes. Mud soaked her shoes. Eli stumbled, but she pulled him forward.

They didn't stop until the compound was out of sight.

Selene collapsed against a tree, gasping.

Eli sat beside her, silent.

"I don't remember you," he said.

"I know."

"But I feel something."

She looked at him. "That's enough."

He nodded. "Where are we going?"

"Somewhere safe."

She checked her phone. No signal.

They walked until they reached the edge of the forest. A road. Empty.

A car approached.

Selene stepped into the road, waving.

The car slowed.

Then stopped.

The window rolled down.

Darius.

"Get in," he said.

Eli looked at Selene. "Is he safe?"

"No," she said. "But he's necessary."

They got in.

The car sped off.

Darius didn't speak.

Selene broke the silence. "Why didn't you tell me he was still there?"

"I didn't know."

"You knew enough."

"I thought he was gone. Transferred. Lost."

"You let them take him."

"I tried to stop it."

Eli watched them. "Who are you?"

Darius glanced at him. "I'm the man who failed you."

Eli frowned. "Why do I remember your voice?"

"Because I used to read to you. Before the tests."

Selene turned. "You were part of it?"

"I was the lead."

Eli's hands clenched. "Did you erase me?"

"No. I tried to save you."

Selene looked out the window. "Where are we going?"

"A safe house. Off-grid. No surveillance."

They arrived at a cabin in the woods. Remote. Quiet.

Inside, Selene made tea. Eli sat by the fire, staring at the flames.

Darius paced.

"We need to talk," he said.

Selene nodded. "Start."

"Ember was never about healing. It was about control. Your mother wanted to help people forget pain. But the board wanted more."

"Like what?"

"Erasing dissent. Rewriting loyalty. Creating obedience."

Selene's stomach turned. "And Eli?"

"He was the first success. Until he started remembering."

Eli looked up. "I remember a box."

Selene froze. "What kind of box?"

"Wooden. Small. With a star carved on top."

She gasped. "That was mine. I kept it under my bed."

Eli smiled. "It had a photo. Of us."

Selene's eyes filled. "You remember."

"Pieces."

Darius sat. "The memories are unstable. They come in fragments."

Selene held Eli's hand. "We'll find the rest."

Darius hesitated. "There's something else."

Selene braced herself.

"The board wants him back."

"No."

"They think he's the key. To restarting Ember."

"I won't let that happen."

"They'll come. With lawyers. With force."

Selene stood. "Then we disappear."

Darius nodded. "I know a way."

Eli looked at them. "Will I forget again?"

Selene knelt beside him. "Not if I can help it."

He touched her face. "You feel like home."

She smiled. "You are."

That night, they burned the files.

The fire crackled. Pages curled. Secrets turned to ash.

Selene watched the flames.

But her heart was heavy.

She had found her brother.

But lost her mother.

And the truth was still chasing them.

Inside, Eli slept.

Darius poured whiskey.

Selene joined him.

"What happens now?" she asked.

"We run."

"For how long?"

"Until they stop looking."

"Will they?"

"No."

She sipped. "Then we fight."

He looked at her. "You sound like her."

"I'm not her."

"No. You're stronger."

She stood. "We leave at dawn."

He nodded.

Outside, the woods whispered.

Inside, the past stirred.

Selene checked her phone.

One new message.

"You found him. Good. Now ask him about the fire."

She froze.

The fire.

She woke Eli.

"Do you remember a fire?"

He blinked. "Yes."

"Where?"

He pointed to the woods.

Selene grabbed a flashlight.

She followed him.

They walked in silence.

Then - a clearing.

Charred trees. Burnt earth.

Eli stopped.

"This is where it happened."

"What?"

"The accident."

Selene turned. "What accident?"

He looked at her.

"I started it."

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