Chapter 5 Past Flashbacks

Selena's POV

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The media had already found a new obsession:"Selena Moreau's mysterious accident and miraculous waking."

Different speculations had already been raised by the media. Was what happened to me really an accident?

Did someone want me dead?

If so, who was the person behind it?

I could feel the weight of their curiosity in the media pressing against me like a heavy weight, everyday something new always came up in the news.

Some stories even claimed that I had been targeted by my family's enemies because of our wealth. Other news reports claimed that I had been running away from something.

Or someone.

I wanted to dismiss it all, to shove it aside like all other media fake news. But then I thought about what if the truth had been really concealed and they were trying to find out.

The memories I had been having were getting worse by the day, whispers of things I couldn't even understand. That particular face which was still blurry to me.

Every night I would wake up, gasping for air, filled with sweat all over my body, my heart pounding against my ribs like a caged animal.

I had been alone for days now since the incident between Vivanne and Damien. She hasn't shown up to the mansion since that night.

Or maybe she didn't have the guts to face me after she clearly stabbed me in the back. Damien never even called.

I was mad at him but for some reason I still wanted that jerk to call me, to get on his knees and beg me to forgive him for fucking my sister.

But typical Damien, cold hearted and devoid of any emotions, he would never do something like that. I just had to get used to the fact that I was engaged to a ruthless psychopath.

One particular night it the memories grew worse.

That night I woke up screaming.

It all started in a dream... no, not really a dream.

A memory, these were no longer fragmented memories.

It was finally clear after all these days of blurred visions, I finally saw the strange man's face.

I was at a mysterious club, one that didn't really seem like a club, it felt... dangerous. Things happened there that shouldn't happen in clubs.

"What are we doing here babe." I asked the strange man beside me.

"Babe."

Was that his name or was there more to it. How was this man connected to me that I had called him babe?

"Don't worry my love, we're just here to have fun that's all."

It all sounded strange to me. I was engaged to Damien, at least he was the only man I knew, why was another man calling me that way?

"She's more than perfect for it."

"Exactly what we need."

A deep hollow voice rang in my ears, smooth and cruel.

"Ra....Rafael, what does he mean?"

"Perfect for what?"

The name sent a violent chill through me, as if something deep Inside me had cracked open.

I'm sorry but I have to do this, I'm tired of being broke and poor."

"If selling you is what I have to do to get all the money and power in the world."

"I won't think twice about doing that,Aria."

"Aria."

I....I...that name felt so real to me, like it belonged to me better than Selena.

I knew that name.

I....I was Aria.

I turned immediately to run, just as hands grabbed me,shoving me to the ground with full force. My vision was blurred, but I...I saw him.

Rafeal.

His face had been the last thing I saw before everything faded to black. The man who had sold me for money and power.

I woke up to a choked scream, my body trembling so bad it felt like I was torn apart. My breath came in short gasps, the whole room spinning around me like shadows.

This wasn't a dream.

It was a memory. A past of my life that I had forgotten-or rather that had been stolen from me.

It felt as if my life had been drained from me, hearing only the distant echoes of my own screams for mercy before everything went dark.

Tears blurred my visions as the horror of my memory settled into me. Suffocating and overwhelming my entire body which was already shaking in fear.

I stood up from the bed, running out of my room desperate for air in the cold breeze, looking for something solid to hold on to.

To tell me that this was nothing but a nightmare. I wasn't supposed to be here, to be living this life right now.

And yet, I had woken up in another's body.

In her body.

Selena Moreau.

But Selena Moreau had died too. Hadn't she?

No, something wasn't right somewhere. The accident. The coma. Now the rumours that has been circulating about it.

Someone had wanted Selena dead.

Just like the way I had been murdered in my past life.

But all this for what?

Did I happen to come into this new life as Selena to suffer all over again?

To be caught up in a life that never even belonged to me in the first place?

Or maybe to uncover the truth about what really happened to me.

To Aria.

And Selena.

I had been murdered, but life has given me a second chance to get justice for what had been done to me.

Wherever Rafael was, I was going to find him.

I would make him pay for every betraying me, but there were people I also needed to find out more about as Selena Moreau.

Damien.

Vivianne.

What if...if they had a hand in my accident, maybe they never even wanted me to wake up from my coma in the first place.

I wasn't Selene Moreau.

It was Aria.

And I'm going to make them all pay for everything they did to both of us.

"Selena."

And

"Aria."