Millie's POV
When I woke up in the hospital years ago, the ring was the only thing they had that belonged to me. The doctors told me I'd been in a terrible plane accident and i was the only one who had survived.

Even then, I'd almost died. They told me my injuries were severe, that they had to reconstruct my face...the face I had now wasn't my original face.

The numerous surgeries I'd undergone had taken a toll on me. I was grateful to be alive but what it'd done to my body left me ashamed every time I looked at myself.

Scars littered my whole body. I was covered in stitches all over, parts of my skin was covered in horrible burn marks. Honestly they said it was a miracle and that they didn't think I'd survive.

Apparently there'd been a bomb on the plane. How I survived a bomb, no one knows.

I'd lost my memory and till date I didn't know who I was or where I'd come from. Eventually I'd come to terms with the fact that I'd never remember who was.

The doctors had tried every kind of therapy to help me gain my memories back. But it was impossible. Everytime I tried, a sharp pain hit me in the head.

The doctors said this was my body's way of protecting me...and that I'd been through something traumatic that I subconsciously didn't want to remember.

I didn't understand anything then and I sure as hell didn't understand now. It's been years and I still haven't gained my memories back.

No information had come up about me...not even the airport if boarded the plane at knew me.

My DNA didn't match anyone's. I basically had never existed. And that terrified me. Was this how I'd love the rest of my life? Not knowing who I was? Who my family was? For fuck's sake the face I had on wasn't mine!

I didn't even know what I looked like. I didn't know how I'd lived my life, how old I was, where I was born. Nothing! Everything was gone! 

What I was doing on that plane? Was that really my fate? To spend the rest of my life alone? With no one?

Millie wasn't even my real name and technically I wasn't really a nurse.

The real nurse assigned to Cece used to live in Toronto. I smiled as I thought about her. She gave me the job. I had nowhere to go, no family, no nothing. I was stuck in a foreign country with no clue as to who I was.

I couldn't remember anything...my whole life was just a blank page. The doctors tried but no information came up about me. It was like I'd been wiped off the earth, like I'd never existed.

Someone wanted me gone and I didn't know who or why. I remember feeling so hopeless. I'd wanted to end my life..there was nothing left to live for.

But just when I'd given up, she came in...Gwen Turner..my saving grace. She came into my life, took me in, gave me a home, a new identity.

Gwen was the reason why I took care of Cece the way I did. I connected with the woman, we'd both lost our families. At least she had Jessa now. Me? I had nobody.

Gwen gave me my life back. When I told her i wanted to be a life auxiliary she agreed to help me. She enrolled me in a medical school.

I wasn't able to finish to finish because we didn't have enough money. Afterall she was just a nurse. Her salary was enough for two people but the fees for medical school was too much.

When the offer came up for her to take care of Cece she told me to go instead.

She said I could earn enough money, continue schooling and finally get my license. I didn't want to. I didn't want to leave her. She didn't budge though. Eventually I agreed and hear I am.

But Gwen, she lied to me. A few months ago I received a call saying Gwen had died. She had cancer. That was the real reason why she pushed so hard for me to take the job despite how illegal it was to do that.

She was dying and she knew it. She didn't want me to see her suffer. And as stupid as I was I didn't realize how

I didn't realize how her calls decreased, how she always sounded tired, how she always had a cough, how she never wanted to FaceTime.

I was too absorbed in my insecurities, thinking she'd grown tired of me. I cried so much. I can still remember her funeral vividly. I'd tried to hold it in, to put on a brave face, to be strong.

But when I went to drop a flower on her casket, I saw her face. I looked at her body, her eyes were closed, her face had no expression. That was when it hit me. She was the only family I had and she was gone!

She'd left me behind! I'd never hear her voice again, I'd never see her smile, or hear her laugh, I'd never get to hug her again or tell her how much i loved her. I'd lost my mother, my best friend, my everything.

The only person who's been there for me when I'd hit rock bottom, the only person who'd told me she loved me, the only person who made me feel like I belonged.

I couldn't believe that she was gone. My mind couldn't grasp it. I just didn't want to believe. I'd sat there after everyone left and cried for hours. I cried on her tombstone until the late hours of the night.

I cried, begging her to come back to me. I begged her to come back because I needed her. I didn't know what I'd do. She was all I had!

Every time I was hurt or scared, she'd run me a bath and sing to me as she stroked my hair. She cared more about people than herself.

I missed her so much and I didn't know what I'd do now. Without her, life just seems worthless now.

I felt like giving up. But if she were here right now, she'd smack me in the head for saying that and lecture me about how important I was to her.

The only person who listened to me, the only person who ate my crappy food with a smile on her face, the one who fought tooth and nail for me, the one who kept urging me on, telling me not to give up.

She'd left! And I didn't even get to say goodbye. I wasn't by her side. She'd been there for me and I couldn't even take care of her in her last days. She'd suffered and I wasn't there to ease her pain, to comfort her.

I'd left her alone. I'd left her to suffer after she gave up everything for me. I was still mourning her...I mourned in silence...no one around to comfort me.

I was truly alone in the world. It hurt Everytime I thought about her. She nursed me to health, treated me as one of her own.And now she was gone.

Tears filled my eyes at the thought. It was like a fresh wound and I didn't think it'd ever heal. All i had now was an engagement ring with the initials of two people.

I'm assuming I'm one of the people.

J. A. Loves A. L.

That meant somewhere in my life, I'd fallen in love. I'd gotten engaged.

I'd tried tracking down the ring to see where it was bought. So far nothing had come up but I hadn't lost hope yet. Gwen had taught me to never give up.

I rubbed the ring. It was my one shot at finding out who I was or at least discovering anything about myself. Even if it was my name, I'd take it. I was desperate to know who I was.

I had no memory of my past but I knew I was engaged. Damien and i couldn't happen not just because of his reputation, bit because I had promised myself to another.

I owed it to whoever that was to be faithful. I must've loved him if I was engaged, right? Still lost in my thoughts I decided to finally head to the public bathroom.

I entered one of the stall and did my business. Coming out I washed my hand at the sink. The place was surprisingly clean, a nice tangy smell filling the air.

I dried my hands and was about to leave when a hand covered my mouth and pinned me against a wall. My scream side in my throat as my eyes met with icy blue ones.

Damien Fucking Carter!!

"Don't scream Mami." He said softly. I rolled my eyes and bit his finger. He yelped in pain and removed his hand.
I blushed at the nickname.

I smirked at him only to falter when he smirked back. "Feisty, I like it." He said winking at me. My heart began to speed up automatically.

This man will be the death of me!

I tried to push him away but he wouldn't budge. Not that my efforts made a difference. He was 6'3 and had huge muscles. My 5'4 frame couldn't hold a candle to his.

"What the hell are you doing? This is the girl's bathroom you sicko! Let go off me!" I yelled at him, pushing at his shoulders. I couldn't be this close to him..I needed to get away before I did something I'd regret.

I prayed to whoever was up there to help me resist this temptation of a man.

He smiled at me. I glared at him, annoyed that he was amused. "I'm not letting you go Mami..not until you tell me why you've been avoiding me ever since we kissed."
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🤗😭I cried writing this chapter. Of you wanna connect play Surrender by Natalie Taylor.

🤗🌚Anyways get ready for the next chapter...things are about to get pretty steamy around here.

🌚So on the issue of the spin-off for Damien and Millie...the ideas just kept coming as I wrote this chapter.🤗it's officially my next project. I can't wait to get started.

Oh one more thing. I've been fixing the errors in the previous chapters so if you notice anything I didn't address please draw my attention. Thanks.

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-Daisy