The Memory Weaver and The Billionaire

Chapter Two

Aiden Riven looked at the files in front of him, his brow squeezing up the more as he read through the page.

He felt anger and sadness wash over him. He was expected to get married before the month ended, or he was going to have to marry whoever his supposed parents brought for him.

He lifted a finger to his forehead, massaging the lines that had formed there. He was starting to feel his head pound, and he knew it wasn't a good sign. He still had a lot he needed to do that day.

He moved his chair a bit, searching through his drawer for the pain reliever he kept there, standing up to check his other drawers and shelf when he hadn't found it, ringing his secretary some minutes later, still haven't seen any sign of pain reliever in his office.

After he had popped the pain reliever she had brought in his mouth, hoping it would kick in immediately, he went back to continue with the file he had been reading.

Dark spots were starting to dance in the place where letters were meant to be. Feeling his eyes get clouded, he raised a finger to his temple, massaging the area gently.

He stood up from his chair, closed the files, grabbed his jacket, and headed out the door.

“I won't be coming back today; lock my office and leave whenever you want." He said to his secretary, bumping into her on his way out.

“Yes Sir”. Natasha replied, doing a mini-dance and kicking herself lightly in the leg. going back to her desk.

That was one thing she loved about being Aiden Riven secretary; it was also the one thing she hated at the same time.

It was barely midday, and she could go back home; she was free to leave anytime, as long as he wasn't around.

That rule applied to only her, though.

The company was huge, so they had different staff for different duties, and her duty was majorly assisting him personally, so if he wasn't there, there was no need for her to be there either.

It had its bad side though, thinking back to the time when he spent hours at work and could be there as late as 11 in the night and was only allowed to leave when he had gone. Some days he had let her leave with the rest of his staff; other days she had stayed till he left.

He wasn't mean or do it to punish her; it just had to do with him not wanting to stay alone for that time frame.

She sighed, feeling guilty for a moment that he was leaving earlier than usual. She knew something was disturbing him, which had made him act a bit out of character, but she had never been really close to him, and she was an introverted person, so she had never found the courage to ask him about it.

She had heard that he had gotten into an accident, but she couldn't tell how true that news was; for all she knew, he could have been on some island enjoying himself for the few three months he had been away.

She had felt it was weird; since that had been the longest he had been away, she had even tried reaching out to him, but she had never been able to connect to him.

So she had ruled it out as him enjoying himself so much that he didn't want to be bothered.

She had also heard that he had lost a bit of his memory, but she was certain that was a rumor, unless he was very good at hiding things, because never for a minute since he came back had he acted like he couldn't remember anything.

She had also seen it on the news but ruled it out as fake. She knew how much news stations loved to spread fake news, something that would make them trend, and Aiden was perfect for that.

A billionaire tycoon who got into an accident and lost his memory. It was the perfect news for a lot of clicks

She went to her desk, packing her things as fast as she could, and dashing out of the company before he had a change of mind and came back.

Aiden drove past buildings, not knowing where he was headed, just knowing that he needed to get away from the file and needed fresh air to clear his brain.

He remembered the day he had woken up in the hospital; he had been surrounded by people who claimed to be his family, had been told he had been in a coma for 2 months plus. Had been in an accident that they had been sure would take his life

He hadn't remembered the accident though, or the days and his life before the accident.

He couldn't remember the people that had stared at him that day, looking all relieved and happy to finally see him awake.

He had felt guilty and terrible that he couldn't remember his family members and had struggled, trying for days to try to conjure a memory.

A memory where those people were in, but he couldn't, so he had given up.

He had also been told that he was the owner of a billion dollar company of how his brother had tried stepping in for him, helping in resolving issues and making sure the company had continued to run smoothly while he had been out.

A company he also didn't have a recollection of.

He groaned to himself, hitting his hand on the steering wheel, hitting the horn in the process, disrupting the peace and quiet of the road for a brief second, distracting his mind for a while.

He couldn't understand why he couldn't shake the feeling that his supposed parents were lying to him about something; when he had gone back to work, everybody had seemed to know him; at least that was one thing he was certain he hadn't been lied to.

He had thought after the accident he would avoid roads and cars and anything that had to do with driving, but he had been wrong.

He still loved driving, still loved the feeling of racing through buildings on empty roads with reckless abandon, still loved the way his hands and feet rhymed, keeping the car under control and obeying his every command.

He was starting to feel tired and was looking for a place to take a break, but he wasn't ready to go home. Something he also had to deal with since the accident—getting tired was something that always happened these days within short period of time

For some reason, even though he knew the reason and felt it wasn't necessary, his parents had moved in with him and had promised it would only be for a month.

He wasn't ready to send them back yet, so he hadn't argued. Now he was starting to regret his decision.

Because for that very reason he couldn't go home because he wasn't ready to face his parents; he wasn't ready to hear them ask about the file they had sent to him.