Reborn From Oblivion by Christia Muray

Cameron couldn't help but beam with joy.

"Nell, once you get your memory back, you'll see that we weren't supposed to end up like this."

"Hmph." Nathalie let out a dismissive snort.

By the time they rolled back into Manhattan, it was already four in the morning.

Nathalie turned to Dominick, "Find a hotel for these two to crash at. I'm heading home."

With that, she hopped out of the car. Cameron watched her walk away through the window, lost in thought.

She cared so much about that person. If she ever discovered he used dark magic to swap their lives, what would she do?

When Nathalie got home, Morris's room was pitch black.

She stood at the door and knocked, but there was no answer for ages.

Heart heavy, Nathalie pushed the door open. The room was empty, no sign of Morris.

She made her way to the bed, tears falling freely.

"Why didn't you wait for me?"

"Nathan, why did you apologize?"

onto the

next morning, soft sunlight peeked through

her eyes, feeling groggy and confused, as if a tall, elegant

lean and strong build. She squinted at him, puzzled, but couldn't

his voice, "Nathalie, don't

him. I've liked you for ages. I can't lose

prince. But you don't want me. What good is all this wealth

you'd better be

my sacrifices worth it.

I'll lose it."

push me to that

wide with fear, "Who are

"Don't you recognize me,

sis?"

Nathan; your legs are

"Who are you really?"

but the figure turned

her head, "Was

Nathalie glanced at the

folks at Vincent Corporation look down on Nathan because

Vincent Corporation, Morris was cruising down the hallway in his wheelchair, sunglasses on, radiating

"Who's that?"

with shades, he

brought down the big four families. Did