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Wealthy and beautiful Angela thinks no one will ever know about her dark, terrible past. Being thrown out by her stepdad and having no place to go, she is forced to do things for survival. "After developing an application which made her rich, she becomes a popular figure; of course, everyone wants a piece of the pie, even the person who hates you the most. "Angela never for a moment thought someone would threaten to expose her. Now she's being given the alternative You will do as I say or pay the price. Her past has reared its ugly head. Angela has to find the blackmailer and deal with him by whatever means. Run Angela screamed Jessica as Angela sprinted through the woods with wind bustling through the branches of the trees, making the leaves howl in their symphony. Running along the gravel path in the woods makes her realize how intricate the clash between weather and nature can be. Two natural forces are both in harmony and constantly fighting. The rain would come down any second; its distinct smell filled the air. Plush, intertwining clouds pushed their grey front towards where I stood. The trees continued protesting against the wind as it blew their seeds. Maple seeds twirled down, only to get stuck on my clothes and in the creek. Angela stopped by the edge of the river; she placed a hand on her chest, her heart wouldn't stop raging against her rib cage, and she fought to keep silent a small whimper. Her heart was so loud she feared it would give her away; it was so loud in her ears; she thought the creature that used to be someone she once trusted would hear it and tear it from her. "Who is there? She screamed, looking back, hearing footsteps getting closer. Until she stopped and looked back, there stood a man with a mask, holding a knife; who was this person? Being diagnosed with anterograde amnesia made her unable to create new memories; her past kept haunting her. is it the same person who is always killing her in her dreams?

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Chapter 8 Wrongfully Accused

No, that can't be, " It was barely a week ago when I saw my mom; what happened to her?"

Angela Questioned, "she had a heart attack." It felt like the world had consumed her; everything crumbled down."

For a moment, she thought its some sick prank relating to the call she had received earlier.

Then her brother Jack came and took the phone.

"How did this happen? Mom was healthy and fine."

Jack was crying; It was midnight when she passed away.

"How is dad handling it?"

"He looks fine."

"I wonder if he had something to do with it, that son of in. "Angela paused; what if he heard on the other end."

Her brother needed her, and she would stay strong for them both, " how are you holding up? Are those detectives still trailing you?"

"Yes, they are still outside,"

"Jack, you will have to come clean, sooner or later. Have you searched for her?"

Yes, I have; she is nowhere to be found, "What about up the river?"

"We were there also,"