Deliria

PLEASE NOTE THIS IS THE HARD VERSION. If you are looking for a traditional HEA and dont want to deal with all the pitch black triggers there is a soft version that may be more suitable.

Becoming a Forster is every girls dream.

Except, I don’t remember marrying Alex.

I don’t remember anything. The woman in the mirror is a stranger.

And now I’m here, in the great Forster Mansion, sequestered away with his family because I’m too ill to be out in public.

But this place feels more like a prison than a sanctuary.

I feel watched, haunted— whether it’s by this house or my...

PLEASE NOTE THIS IS THE HARD VERSION. If you are looking for a traditional HEA and dont want to deal with all the pitch black triggers there is a soft version that may be more suitable.

Becoming a Forster is every girls dream.

Except, I don’t remember marrying Alex.

I don’t remember anything. The woman in the mirror is a stranger.

And now I’m here, in the great Forster Mansion, sequestered away with his family because I’m too ill to be out in public.

But this place feels more like a prison than a sanctuary.

I feel watched, haunted— whether it’s by this house or my own fractured mind, I can’t say.

I dont know who I am. I dont know who I was.

Alex says that I’m sick. That I need to rest. But my mind won’t rest.

There’s something horribly wrong here, something lurking beneath the surface that I can’t grasp.

Can I trust this man who says he loves me? And why does his troubled brother seem to haunt my every step?

As the line between reality and illusion blurs, it’s no longer about who I was. It’s about whether I can survive what I’ve become　what they’ve turned me into.