Chapter 3 My Life

Selena's POV

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"What do you mean by fiancé?"

I....I mean how did I become your fiancé?

I shot back at Damien.

"Did your coma make you lose part of your memory?"

"You don't remember me?"

I swallowed hard, gripping my hospital bed sheets tightly as his piercing eyes locked onto mine.

"Excuse me?"

"I just woke up from a coma, I didn't die and resurrect."

"Maybe I'll remember you gradually." I shot back at him, frowning my face as the anger was visible on my face.

"Convenient."

"We'll have to give the little princess time to remember who her Prince Charming is."

"Let me just get straight to the point by telling you anyway."

Damien said, leaning his back against the doorway. His suit fit him like a second skin, exuding everything that meant power and confidence.

"We have been engaged for two years now, our engagement was a deal that was sealed by your late parents and mine years ago."

"Wha....What do you mean a deal?"

"It was never about love, you were supposed to know this all along."

"And you were fine with that?"

I shot back at him. Something inside me snapping like a live wire ready to explode.

"The only thing that matters to me is the power and connection our engagement would get both our families."

He said. His lips curled into a sly humorless smirk.

"How have I been engaged to someone like you?" I reply to him,

"You'll get used to that sweetheart, 'cause I'm going nowhere."

"We'll have more time together when you get discharged."

He says, storming out of the hospital room as he shut the door quickly behind him.

Before I could even part my lips to say a word, he just left.

Like that.

The conversation between us ended there. No kindness or love, just the painful brutal truth of what our relationship was.

I am engaged to a man who only wanted me for business reasons, or worse...even bound to a future I don't remember signing up for.

Days later.

The soft murmurs of voices pass my ears as I sit in the back of the SUV, my fingers holding onto the fabric of my silk dress.

It's such a strange world I've woken up in luxurious and wealthy, yet suffocating, everything feels...unfamiliar.

Something tells me that I am supposed to get used to this world, the name Selena Moreau tastes wrong on my tongue.

I am Selena Moreau, the estranged daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the country M. But my parents are dead, Vivianne my sister being the only family I have left.

Speaking of Vivianne, I still couldn't let go of that unease I felt towards her, all along her concern to me was just like someone wearing it on her face like a well-practiced mask.

"Sis, are you ok?" Vivianne's voice drifted me off my thoughts for a moment.

"Yes....yes. I'm good."

The drive to the mansion was silent, except for the sound of the engine, Vivianne sat beside me as her eyes were staring at me with something I couldn't quite figure out yet.

Annoyance?

Maybe, A mixture of both?

She had barely left my side since I woke up, being with me every step of the way, but still, something about her presence made me feel uneasy.

We finally arrived at the Moreau Grand Estate, a massive mansion covering almost the entire landscape.

I feel a strange sense of deja vu as I stare at the grand mansion. The house is beautiful, a symbol of power and wealth.

But hey, I feel.. nothing...empty as I step inside. No memories of me growing up here or ever living in a place like this, just...emptiness.

"Welcome home, Lady Selena."

A voice spoke, snapping me from my deep thoughts. It was a middle-aged woman dressed in a perfectly made attire as she spoke, welcoming me into the mansion.

The days passed into a storm of doctor visits, different well-wishers, and friends I didn't even remember any longer.

I tried to piece things together by looking at old photographs and news articles, but it still felt like trying to catch nothing could make me recollect any memory.

The only thing I was certain about in my new life was the engagement I couldn't even remember agreeing to in the first place.

"Damien Laurent."

"How?"

Nothing about him carried love or emotions. Just empty. Those empty cold words he said to me that day at the hospital were still stuck with me.

"Lady Selena?"

Greta, the chief maid, called out to me.

"You have a dinner invitation by Damien Laurent, your fiancé."

Speak of the devil and he appears right before you. It was a dinner invitation at his penthouse. Maybe it was just another duty he was forced to perform by his parents.

"But there was only one way to find out", I whispered, collecting the dinner invitation off Greta's hands as I rushed into my room to get ready.

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The elevator ride to his penthouse was smooth and silent as I arrived, dressed elegantly in one of my most expensive gowns.

The air was filled with the scent of expensive perfume and something else...something that gave me a very uneasy feeling as I slid open his penthouse doors.

I hear voices.

Not just voices.

It was a woman's low moan.

Low, filled with intense pleasure as it got louder with me stepping closer to the bedroom.

"Fuck! I'm cumming!"

A man's deep voice murmured in response to the moans that followed.

I move forward before my mind can catch up with my feet, drawn to the sound like a puppet that was controlled.

Every instinct screamed at me to turn around and leave, but my body wouldn't just listen as I stormed the hallway leading to the bedroom door.

I reach for the door, pushing it open.

The air in my body disappears from my lungs in a violent rush.

Vivianne..my sister.

In Damien's bed.