Can't Win Me Back



Axel pressed on, "Do you have family? Do you know how to fly a plane?"

Remy furrowed his brows, his fists tightening with each passing second as Axel's questions gnawed at his patience. This was a life-or-death situation, yet Axel still had time for all these pointless questions.

He really was quite a sick man!

Remy had initially intended to restrain Axel, but his frustration grew to the point where he felt he had to take out his anger physically. Thus, he escalated his attack with more ferocity, landing heavy blows with his fists and feet.

Axel decided to test Remy, realizing there was no point in prolonging the confrontation. Even if someone lost their memory in an accident, their ingrained habits and instincts might remain intact.

Suddenly, Axel's eyes darted to Remy's feet. "There's a snake! Watch out!"

Remy's face drained of color, and he stumbled backward in shock. His icy demeanor shattered as fear overtook him.

'Damien... You are Damien. I'm sure you are!" Axel's eyes welled up with tears of joy.

Damien, their fifth brother, was particularly fond of apples, often enjoying them while reading beneath the apple trees.

As a child, he experienced an incident in which a small snake dropped from an apple tree and landed on his head. The snake's hissing and flicking tongue terrified him. The scare was so great that he didn't dare to read under the apple trees for a long time.

Ever since, he had been especially afraid of snakes, even shivering at the sight of wriggling earthworms.

This was something only the Taylors knew.

As for Remy, as an experienced and ruthless assassin, how could he be afraid of a mere snake?

"Damien! I'm Axel... Your fourth brother!" Axel's eyes welled up, and he fought to hold back the wave of emotion." How did you end up losing your memory? Why don't you remember me?"

Realizing there was no snake and that Axel had tricked him, Remy's face darkened. Just as he moved to strike Axel, an urgent command came through his earpiece.

"Damien!"

Axel, frantic, took a step forward, but Remy abruptly retreated, throwing a black object to the ground. A hissing sound filled the air, and thick white smoke engulfed the woods, obscuring Axel's vision.

It was tear gas.

The gas made Axel cough uncontrollably, his eyes streaming with tears. By the time he made it through the smoke, Remy was long gone.

Clutching his bloody wound, Jasper hurried toward the rose garden. The path was clear, with no assassins in sight. He could only assume he had dealt with Jameson's remaining forces during the earlier battle in the living room or that Jameson had a more insidious plan in store.

The rose garden gleamed like a vibrant red gem in the sunlight. Jasper's gaze fixed on the towering statue of a goddess in the distance, her face unmistakably resembling Alyssa's.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.

His heart wrenched. He quickened his pace, entering the rose garden. He made his way toward the glass shed, each step heavy with urgency.

Amidst the vibrant and fragrant roses, Alyssa, dressed in a white lace wedding gown, slumped on a vintage red

velvet couch.

"Lyse!"

Jasper's blood surged with fury as he sprinted toward Alyssa, calling her name desperately, but she remained unresponsive.

Alyssa, with her shoulders half-exposed, seemed like a delicate rose in a sea of red, resting in peaceful slumber. Just as Jasper reached the glass shed, Jameson appeared from behind the statue, clad in a pure black formal suit and approached Alyssa.