Chapter 4: Her name is Violet

Violet’s POV

Peirre’s body was cremated as his request. I cried a lot. We only got married for a year before he finally surrendered to his long time disease. I scattered his remains in the ocean, something he had said to me many times before. 

“Vi, no matter what happens, you are Violet Savage. You are my wife. You and Parker were the best thing in my life.”

Yes, I always knew I lost my memories. Pierre had told me about it a few days after I woke up and I couldn’t remember anything. 

Pierre told me what mattered. He said he found me on the beach, broken and barely breathing. He said my face had been badly damaged, that doctors had to rebuild it. He said my body survived but my memories will be a long-term memory loss or permanent. 

He also told me I was pregnant.

I gave birth to a beautiful boy. Pierre named him Uno. He said Uno meant one, a beginning, a first step forward. I didn’t argue. The name felt warm and new hope. And that’s why I decided never to want to remember my past or my lost memories. 

Pierre became my husband. He said he wanted to feel like he had a family. Every now and then he would joke with me wishing he would have more days to live. Peirre was so kind. He was the reason I was in my position right now. I was happy with him.

When the cancer took him, I felt like half of me was gone but despite that Pierre wanted me to move on and leave my life without regret.

ILike a story that knew when to end. I held his hand until the end, and when it was over, I cried quietly and then stood up again.

Two years passed.

Pierre left me enough money to live comfortably, but I didn’t want comfort. I wanted a purpose so I built my own business, something I have been wanting to start, a custom jewelry and restoration company, important pieces with history people couldn’t let go of.

I was good at it. I don’t know but I felt like I have been interested in this kind of thing before, like this line of hobby had been carved to my soul although I couldn’t remember. 

I never showed my face and clients didn’t ask why. They respected my privacy and trusted my work. I became known as the jewelry master, and the mystery only made the business grow.

I never wanted to know who I was before.

Pierre once asked if I was sure. I told him yes. I meant it.

My past wasn’t missing. It was buried because I chose to. And I wanted it to stay that way.

“Miss V, I received a request from a new client,” one of my secretaries said as I was checking my latest restoration. 

“Oh? From who?”

“From a man named Manuel Arkansas.”

That made me curious. The new client's last name sounds familiar. 

“What do we need to do with him?”

“He wanted us to repair a family heirloom,” Elaina said and showed me the piece on her laptop’s screen. 

It had a natural large rectangular white diamond ring bonded in platinum, which is not rare. 

“According to the Mister Arkansas, this ring is a family heirloom that has been passed generations before him. He wanted the style changed, everything,” Elaina said. “And also he said that the ring went to the wrong bride and tainted it. That's why he wanted to change it. He wanted an entirely new style family heirloom created by the owner. He will attach natural blue diamonds and royal blue sapphires. He said. He will let your imagination play. And the payment will be one million dollars or more. Wow! This is insane!”

I was impressed. 

“Search for Manuel Arkansas, Elaina.”

“Right on it, Miss V.”

After a few seconds, Elaina showed me Mister Arkansas’s profile. He owned ten mining companies because the north is famous for its rare gems. That explains why. 

“Should we accept it?”

“Yes. That kind of piece couldn’t be done blindly. Tell him I needed to see the ring in person and examine it myself.”

Elaina didn’t waste time and she typed something on his laptop and a few moments later, an email of permission arrived. 

So I traveled. Uno came with me. He was two years old, curious, stubborn, and always attached to my hip. His nanny came along too. I trusted her completely.

The estate was massive. It has clean lines and high walls, something that makes my head hurt. Everything about it spoke of control and authority. We were escorted inside by warriors who looked like they had seen a ghost which I just ignored. Leopards never venture to wolves' den even once and I must be the first one. I adjusted Uno in my arms. 

“The previous Alpha is waiting for you inside his study,” one of them said, still pale as a sheet. 

Another warrior stationed at the door stared at me like he wanted to just disappear. He opened the door and I saw an old man standing by the window, his back at me. 

Probably sensing me, he turned around and then froze. He’s eyes widened but didn’t say anything. 

His eyes locked on my face like he’d seen me before. The color drained from him so fast it was almost shocking. His breath hitched. 

“Cheska?” he said more to himself.

I tilted my head slightly, politely. 

“Hello.”

He didn’t answer..His gaze dropped to Uno. Something in his expression confused and shattered at the same time.

I frowned. People reacted strangely sometimes when they weren’t used to children, especially him since I heard he never had great grandchildren.

“I’m Violet Savage,” I said evenly. “I’m here regarding the ring.”

That seemed to snap him back.

He swallowed hard, his jaw tightening, eyes still fixed on me like he was afraid I’d disappear if he blinked. 

“Ah, yes. I’m sorry,” he said finally. His voice was small. “I’m Manuel. You look the same as my late granddaughter in law who passed away years ago. 

I smiled at him. 

“It’s okay, Sir. Shall we start about the ring?” 

We discussed the ring. I asked what he wanted me to do or did he have a reference. It is important to me what my clients want more than anything. 

Manuel just gave me one word. Ocean. He said it's up to me how I will deliver the finished work with the word ocean. 

I gave him a maximum of two months to reconstruct the ring and he agreed. As I packed my things including the ring and the materials, I noticed Uno and he was not in the room. 

I excused myself and called Uno’s name when I couldn’t reach his nanny’s number. When I finally saw them in the gazebo ten minutes later, I saw them with the man. Uno was laughing happily while eating chocolates. 

“Uno!” I called and the three of them looked at me. “What are you eating honey? I told you no chocolates.”

The man was facing Uno and his back at me so when he turned around, he froze, the same way Manuel did. But unlike the old man, this man has the bluest eyes I have ever since.

“Cheska?”