Kylie's POV
For the past few days, I have tried everything to remember my past, but I couldn't remember anything.
I couldn't move on from Mika and Anna's argument. Was I really a killer? Who did I kill? I hadn't been allowed access to any device or even the news.
I had people following me up and down, and it was pretty exhausting; even in this shopping mall, they were wheeling the cart, and I was putting the item inside the cart.
“Sorry,” A man bumped into me on purpose.
“Mr Vegas, can you please step away from Miss Kylie,” One of the bodyguards said politely. I think they knew him.
“Don't be like that,” Vegas smiled as he wrapped his hand around my waist.
I tried to pull away, what level of disrespect is that? “Get your hands off me,” I gritted.
“That's a rude thing to say to your
