​THE AMNESIA TRAP ​They say a broken heart heals with time. They're wrong. ​When the love of her life betrays her by asking his best friend to impersonate him-all because he thought her recent head injury meant she'd lost her memory-the heroine decides to turn the tables. She didn't lose her memory. She lost her respect for him. ​Now, she's pretending to be the innocent, amnesiac girl, slowly pulling the strings on the ultimate sweet revenge. The trap is set, and the cheating boyfriend and his unwitting accomplice are walking right into it. ​The only question is, who will get hurt the most when her memory "returns"?

Five years. One mission. A past that refuses to die. Major Zeyneb Beauchamps knows danger, but nothing could prepare her for ghosts of betrayal - her father's shadow, a lost fiancé, and a sister with secrets of her own. Sergeant Jack Luver may be the only man she trusts... or the one hiding the deadliest truth. In a world where loyalty is tested and love weaponized, every choice has a price.

Beneath the roots lies a realm unspoken, where shadows breathe and rivers run black. A single step too far unravels the veil between worlds, turning play into curse, and innocence into exile. Beyond the roots, the air itself conspires, forests whisper of forgotten kings, and demons walk as both beasts and men. Yet above that abyss rises a kingdom of warmth, a fragile jewel cradled in sunlight. Its streets awaken each dawn in a riot of color: banners ripple, stalls spill with fruit and cloth, and fountains laugh with crystal spray. Children dart through blooming gardens, their laughter ringing louder than bells, while elders sit beneath arching roots, telling stories of brighter days. Here, joy is stitched into life itself. The baker greets with sugared bread, the blacksmith's hammer sings with the town musicians, and couples dance when lanterns glow like fallen stars. Festivals turn nights into oceans of song, where drums thunder and torches paint the sky in fire and gold. In this place, hope does not hide-it parades, it feasts, it laughs. The people call their home a sanctuary, untouched by sorrow, where each day begins with promise and ends in peace. To live here is to believe, if only for a moment, that darkness is nothing more than a distant dream. But beneath their feet, the roots stretch into silence. For every blossom hides its shadow, and every feast masks a silence that waits. The kingdom may be a cradle of joy, but its foundation drinks from the same soil where nightmares stir. Here, survival is no gift. Every choice is a bargain, every path a trial. What seems human may wear another face, and what seems monstrous may hold a broken heart. Secrets buried for centuries stir in the soil, twisting destiny tighter with every breath. This is not a tale of crowns or kingdoms, but of a world where light is fragile, where hope withers, and where even the roots that bind the earth tremble before what waits below.

This could have been a gentle story for quiet autumn evenings. But it shattered against Morphine - a chapter that will not let you stay indifferent. And now, you'll understand why. This is not a story about perfect love. It's about healing through pain, about love that blooms after trauma, and about the fragile line between salvation and obsession. She is a woman rebuilding herself from the ashes. Not strong - simply real. A mother. A fighter. A writer whose words cut deeper than truth itself. She doesn't want to be someone's muse - she only wants to be understood. He is the man the world worships... and fears. A legend. A symbol of an era. But behind the fame, there's a man haunted by his own darkness. Together, they are fire and gasoline - two broken souls learning how to love without losing themselves. Their story isn't a fairytale. It's an age-gap dark romance about redemption, grief, and the courage to love again. With touch. With words. With silence between the lines.