My Ex's Uncle Turns Out To Be My Past Lover

SAN FRANSISCO - KLEIN'S MANSION

Charvie's body trembled, her eyebrows furrowed, and her eyes squeezed shut as she tossed and turned in bed. "Alle... fucking let me get into the hospital!" Charvie panted out of her nightmare, her heart racing like a wild animal. The bed sheets beneath her drenched with sweat.

As she slowly got herself back, she reminded herself it was just a dream. Yet, the memory of it lingered, haunting her. Why must she have this crazy nightmare every night?

With a deep breath, Charvie threw off the covers and swung her legs over the side of the bed. Her long blonde hair cascaded down her back like a golden waterfall, and her porcelain skin seemed almost ethereal in the dim light. She stood at five feet five inches, her slender figure moving with grace as she made her way to the washroom.

As she gets into the washroom, she stood in front of a large mirror, pulling down her bathrobe, staring at her body, which she blamed herself for later on, as her regrets from five years, comes back haunting her even than the nightmare.

5 YEARS AGO » TEXAS.

"Charvie, you must help your sister!" Mrs. Klein's voice echoed through the hospital ward, her eyes blazing with desperation. Charvie's heart raced as her father approached her, his hand hidden in his pocket.

"I won't do it! What if I get caught?" Charvie protested, her voice shaking.

Mr. Klein smirked, his eyes glinting with a sinister light. "This is our family's livelihood, Charvie. We've been doing this for years, and no one has ever gotten caught." He revealed a needle and white powder which he brought out from his pocket, with his voice dripping with menace. "This is a family heirloom Charvie... and you will use it to save your sister."

Charvie's eyes widened in horror as her father's words hung in the air like a dark promise.

And that was how the plotting began, and that night, the Klein family were well prepared, dressed very well for the night party.

Charvie adjusted her covert earpiece, making sure she could hear her family signals clearly, as she chatted with one of the elites daughter she had met in the party to kill time.

She stood beautifully in a daring black dress, which stopped on her mid thigh, her lips painted in a dark red lipstick, akin to the color of blood, she ignored the men who tried asking her out, as she couldn't wait to get away from the suffocating air, this rich people where giving.

"He is here," her ear piece crackled to life, as her mother's voice came through.

Turning to the hall entrance, her heart skipped millions of beats, as she stood transfixed, staring at the masculine figure who had just walked into the hall, with another man, who Charvie assumed to be his guard, walking behind him "I..is he the one?"

"Yes." Her mom replied "we would help you find a way to spike his drink, then you can follow him home, I know he his with lot of men, but you will survive." Her mother assured.

The crazy assurance that led to her regrets....she jolts back to the present, as she tries to make the past stay hidden again, but no, her mind tend to be stubborn, bringing the most troubling part.

The minute she had perfectly sneaked into his hotel room, in one of the largest hotel in Texas, after she thought he was asleep, due to the stuff her family added to his drink.

She wore a beautiful masquerade mask, which stopped below her nose "I am in." A sigh of relief escaped her lips, as she stood in the warmly lit room which source of light came from the moon light, peering into the room.

"The drug would wear off after fifty minutes, be quick, papa and mama loves you, save your sister, we are waiting." Her mother's voice, couldn't even clear the fear enveloping her mind.

Sweat broke out of her forehead, her heart raced, as she moved towards the king sized bed, before she stops, noticing the outline of a figure under the cover, asleep, she guessed.

'what if she gets caught?' 'what if something went wrong?'

She pulls out a bag under her dress, as she made to his wardrobe "This is just an hotel room, are you sure it going to be like his normal room?" She asked but didn't get any reply "mom..mom!" she called again, but no response.

She pushed the wardrobe door open, taking out most of his shirt, putting it in her bag, she rushed to his drawer, opening it, she was surprised to items of sparkling gold.

She took out a gold ring, which she was sure would cost a fortune "Damn the rich!!" She whispered, but as she made to put it into her bag, a large muscular arm, encircled her tiny neck.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Her heartbeat palpitated, her breathing stuck down her throat, as she heard the husky voice above her, laced with anger.

The bag in her hand fell on it own "I..i am sorry." She managed to say, in a cat like whisper, and the grip on her neck seemed to loosen a bit.

She heard a throaty laughter behind her, sending goose pimples down her arms, and chills down her spine "You drugged me?"

'He knows about it¿' she started planning on ways to escape in her mind, she still had a mask on, and he can't see her face.

Without hesitation, Charvie instinctively reacted to break free. With a swift motion, she drove her elbow backward, aiming for his stomach, ready to strike and save herself, but he was fast, bending her elbow backwards "Fvck.." she groaned in pain, as her neck fell to the back, as she found her eyes, pairing into the deep set of enchanting blue eyes.

With her head resting on his shoulder, he released his grip from her neck, still holding her elbow back, as his finger began tracing down her neck line, making her gulp.

"What were you trying to do?" He inquired "escape?"

The musk scent coming from him was so ethereal, driving her senses to sleep, as his breath fanned the side of her face "Let me go!"

"The guts." He began driving his finger tip back up to her face, and to the rope of her mask, and her eyes widened abruptly, before she felt herself thrown away, having her loose footing, as her butt fell on the bed.

"Take it off." His voice was authoritative, as he pointed at the mask on her face.

"I can't!" No matter what, she had promised never to take this off, or she would be revealing her identity, putting her family in danger.

"The pleasure is all mine." he began walking towards her, everything about him, was damn to suffocating.

She began moving backwards on the bed, like a kitten who was running from her biggest predator.

Even with the way she tried getting away, he caught up to her, pinning her hands to the headboard "Take it off, like the sweetheart that you are, and I might intend sparing you."

She shifted her face away from him "I fvcking need help." She said, hoping her mom would hear her, but hearing a light chuckle from the man, who had pinned her to the headboard, she doubted it.

"Here." He held out her earpiece, before throwing it across the room. Having used his large palm to pin her hands to the headboard, he brought his hand to her mask, about to loosen the rope, when she did the unexpected.

She abruptly wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing him to her, before slamming her lips on his, catching him off guard, his grip on her hand loosening, in shock, leaving his head a total mess.

Charvie seeing he was distracted, was quick to get the hourglass on the nightstand, as she made to strike it across his head, but who the hell was she playing with, he held her hand back, pulling away from the kiss "You just played with fire." A smile she had never seen before appeared on his lips, before connecting their lips again in a hot and rough kiss, that she never knew when the fire of desires ignited in her and her senses burnt to ash.

PRESENT...

Charvie's breathing came out uneven, as she splashed water on her face, she heard a slight knock coming from her room door, and she exited the bathroom immediately.

"Young miss, your father seeks for you in the living room." She heard the maid's voice coming from her door.

'What does he want this early?' she had come to secretly hate her family when she found out her sister's illness was faked 'How could they?'

After she had shamefully and regretfully escaped that man's room that night, without his notice, and had left with a watch, her sister was the one who welcomed her first, taking the watch from her.

And no one felt remorse, even after she had yelled the part he saw her face well and he would come for them in no time, her father had initiated they left Texas to California, San Francisco.

No one felt what she felt, after she gave her first for a damn watch, so that the Klein could be recognized by rich people who could further bring them to brim light, and that was what is happening, they became recognized, and she would be getting married to her rich fiance, who came to her life with their perfect connection, the love of her life, Bryan Hayes three days from now.

She got into a less revealing nightwear, leaving the room.

LIVING ROOM - 6:30 AM.

"Good morning my dear." Charvie's mother, Mrs Klein, rushed to Charvie pulling her into a warm hug "How was your night?" Mrs Klein pulled away, before running to the centre to the side of the couch "Your fiance just sent this, this morning." Mr. Klein who sat on one of the couches holding a newspaper to his face, secretly gauging his second daughter's looks with a side eye said.

"Where is Isa?" Charvie asked, nonchalantly.

"We haven't seen her since last night, you need to appreciate the Hayes." Mrs. Klein insisted.

"And why should I?" Charvie asked, walking to one of the tons of boxes, pushing the lid open, and a smile crept on her lips, as she bit her lower lips "Hey Love, can't wait for you to be fully mine." a letter stood on the necklace.

Her smile downed, she loved Bryan so much, but she always felt guilt eat her up, knowing she wouldn't be giving him her first.

"Did he get the gown also?" She directed the question at her mother, knowing very well she would have known the content in all the box.

"No, Bryan said he hasn't found the perfect one yet, and I get it, crazy outfit everywhere now."

MEXICO »»

Standing on a rooftop of a very tall building, was the brutally handsome Cruz Hayes, his calm demeanour, akin to that of a king, as he exuded a bone-chilling aura.

His tall frame leaned on the rail, watching the world beneath him that morning.

In a light vest, which gave view to his muscular arm, any female would kill to be encircled around, a tattoo of a lady, stood on it.

A large tobacco pipe stood between his fingers, as the smoke he lets out of his mouth weaves into the air.

Looking at him, you would think he is in his mid-twenties until he tells you he was just in his mid-40s.

A man dressed in a well-groomed suit walked into the rooftop "Speak!" He ordered, without having to know who it was.

"Your father would like you to come to your nephew's wedd...."

"I don't have any intentions in going."

"You would have to go." Another man walked, exuding a mysterious aura "The girl on your tattoo, your past, have you given up on finding who she is?"

"It's just some random tattoo I got before I lost my memory," Cruz answered.

"And you stopped getting to know who she is after you met the girl who had a striking resemblance to the girl on your tattoo in Texas."

"Yes, because I found out I got this..." Cruz pointed at the tattoo on his arm "Even before the girl was born, she is not the one."

"We need to find her, she might know the cause of your amnesia." The other guy's persistence irritated Cruz.

"I don't need to know her." Anger laced in his thick voice, as he walked away from the rooftop.

SAN FRANSISCO INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - 2 DAYS TO THE WEDDING.

As she glided through the airport doors, a collective gasp echoed through the bustling terminal. Heads turned, eyes widened, and jaws dropped in unison.

Her raven hair fell to her lower back like a beautiful waterfall, with slight strands, falling down her heart-shaped face. Her porcelain skin looking smooth and unblemished, seemed almost ethereal in the fluorescent lighting. Her lips were painted in a deep crimson red, her face looking like she was aware of the commotion she was causing 'That was what she loved...beauty causing commotion.'

Her slender figure, draped in a tailored, ivory coat, exuded classic sophistication. The fitted garment accentuated her curves, showcasing a silhouette that seemed chiselled from the pages of a 1950s fashion magazine. A delicate silver necklace graced her neck, drawing attention to her graceful collarbone.

As she moved through the crowd, her stiletto heels clicked on the polished floor, leaving a trail of mesmerized onlookers in her wake. The rustle of her coat and the soft sway of her hips hypnotized those who crossed her path.

Time seemed to stand still as she glided across the terminal, a true movie star entrance that commanded attention and admiration. The classic beauty had landed, and the airport was forever changed in that instant.

"Hey bitch." The 26-year-old beauty, Jessa Reid, the only daughter of the mayor of San Francisco said into her phone, as men in black overall helped her into the luxury car, which was brought to the airport for her use by her rich father "Guess where I am?" She asked, sipping from her cup of Iced cappuccino, with her leg elegantly crossed.

"I was happy you wouldn't be coming, you just broke my heart even more." The voice on the other end was laced with sarcasm.

"Am here to make you bachelorette party wild baby, wait for me, here I come." Jessa cheered.

"It's just two days to the wedding, just go back to where you came from, bachelorette party in just three days?? I am busy, picking out a dress already."

"Be ready, am bringing my hoodlums." A naughty smile on Jessamine's lips, before she hangs up.

NIGHT.

Charvie stood before the vanity mirror, looking stunningly hot in a fitted red dress that accentuated her curves. The dress hugged her body tightly, showcasing her voluptuous figure. The swell of her chest strained against the sleeveless dress, drawing attention to her ample cleavage. Her reflection gazed back at her, radiating confidence and sensuality.

Her phone began ringing on her dressing table "I am ready." Charvie said into the phone.

In the next minutes, a small nightclub in San Francisco was blowing flames, as cheers filled the air.

A veil covered Charvie's hair, as the ladies inside the club, and her crazy best friend Jessa made her dance like she had never done before.

The club's light was directed mostly at Charvie, as the wild Jessa cheered for her to go on "Dance like it's going to be your last fvcking time on earth baby, this is your chance to enjoy your days of not being someone's for life property." Jessa yelled at the top of her voice, as she doused herself with a bottle of blood mary, staining her revealing yellow outfit.

Charvie body moved in rhythm to the DJ's infectious beats, twerking and whining her waist when necessary, until she felt a strong arm, pressed tightly around her waist, and she was pulled into a rock-hard chest, getting rocked by something hard and weird, and the cheers went on.

"Rock her so damn bad, hard and wild," Jessa yelled, and Charvie got a whiff of what was going on when she got carried up with ease. Her eyes widened in shock to see a strange naked burly guy, holding her to his waist "Oh my goodness, I thought guys were exempted! what the hell Jessa?" Charvie screamed as she punched this stranger's chest to let her go.

"Isn't he sweet, look at the anaconda under him, it gonna rock your world baby." Jessa teased, still dancing.

"Put me down I am done with this," Charvie demanded, her anger evident, the strange dude obligingly set her down, before walking away, covering the v-shaped place, as the ladies around swan over him, leaving Charvie fuming.

"Hey, I hate that face, I was just trying to make your bachelorette party a memorable one." Instead of holding a look of remorse, a naughty smile, played on Jessa's lips.

"Gosh!" Charvie rolled her eyes, before she suddenly widened it back, pronouncing a louder "Gosh!!!! Gosh gosh gosh...."

"What?"

"I made a huge mistake, I forgot something big." Charvie's eyes still widened in horror, as she began pulling off her veil, and her heels, pulling down her blonde hair which was packed in a ponytail before.

"Tell me what is wrong?" Jessa asked again, but before Charvie could reply, Charvie had hurriedly run away from the scene like she was being chased.

"You haven't even unwrapped your gifts yet!!!" Jessa yelled.

MEXICO...

In a large room of a hospital, were three people, two power people, and a doctor.

"What is happening to him?" A deep voice echoed in the room, as the doctor watched the man on the hospital bed, constantly shaking his head.

Just as Cruz was regaining his memories, a sudden surge of pain shot through his head, like a sharp needle piercing his brain. He winced, his eyes watering from the intensity.

The doctor rushed to his side, concern etched on her face. "What's happening? Why is this happening?"

Cruz gritted his teeth, his vision blurring. "It... damnit, st..op"

The TMS machine beeped erratically, its readings spiking wildly. The doctor quickly shut it down.

"We need to stop the treatment," she said, her voice firm but worried. "Whatever is blocking his memories is too strong. We can't force it."

Cruz slumped back, his memories slipping away once more. He groaned in frustration, the pain subsiding but the frustration lingering.

"What do we do, if we can't force it, we need these fvcking hidden memories to solve these complications.." the man standing beside the doctor said, deep lines forming on his forehead.

"We need a natural boot, something or someone from his past, that would bring his memory back, and it doesn't seem like this is the first time he has lost his memory, it's getting complicated for me too." The doctor said, with sweets on her forehead, even with the cool air in the room.

"Let's go back to San Francisco Frost," Cruz said.

SAN FRANSISCO » BRYAN HAYES MANSION.

A blush stood on Charvie's beautiful cheek, as she walked into the large door of the living room, the dark interior welcoming her, as she held a cake in her hand, trying to hold a bright smile.

'How could she have forgotten, it was her sweet fiance's birthday today, all because of a wedding gown and bachelorette party.'

But she stopped for a while when a familiar scent reached her nose 'Why does this place smell like Isa?' she pouted 'Anyone can wear Isa's perfume.' she assured, contemplating if she should turn on the light, even though she wanted to make it look like a surprise, but she didn't, because she could still see perfectly with the little light passing through the large window.

She took the stairs, going to his room, tip-toeing as gently as she could, holding the cake like a fragile egg, as she pushed the strands of hair locks which had fallen to her face back.

She stopped on the eighth stairs to Bryan's room, when she saw something black on the stairs, picking it up, and it turned out to be a thong, her heart skipped a beat, and a frown on her face, before she tossed the thong away, carefully placing the cake on the stairs, as she took the stairs left to his room.

Getting to Bryan's room corridor, her ear picked strange noises coming from the door feet away from her, and her fist clenched tightly, as she began taking slow steps, towards the large door, tears etched on her eyes, hoping for the worst.

With a deep breath, she steeled herself for the devastating truth that awaited her on the other side of the door.

As she reached the door, her hand hesitated on the handle. She felt like she was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring into an abyss of heartbreak. Her mind raced with thoughts of denial, of excuses. But the sounds from inside the room were unmistakable.

With a deep breath, she pushed open the door. The scene before her was like a punch to the gut. Bryan, her fiancé, her soulmate, was entwined with her sister, Isabella, their bodies wrapped in a passionate embrace. The cake she had bought, as a pure reminder of the love she had for him, now lay forgotten on the stairs, a bitter reminder of her blindness.

Her eyes met Bryan's, and for a moment, they just stared at each other, the truth hanging in the air like a challenge. Her sister's eyes darted towards her, a mix of guilt and defiance. The room seemed to spin around her, and she felt like she was drowning in a sea of betrayal.

The words that came out of her mouth were barely audible, a mere whisper. "How could you?" Still trying to come to terms with what was going on.

Her heart felt stiff like it was being pulled from within. Her world had been shattered, her trust broken, her heart left in tatters.