Beyond The Reflection
One is a girl drowning in debt, the other a wealthy heiress with a murderous secret. Lilia and Lisa are doppelgangers, but their worlds could not be more different. Lilia, a kind and gentle soul, fights to save her family from ruin, while Lisa, cold and calculating, plots to betray the man she’s engaged to. A brutal car accident intended to end one life instead creates an opportunity for another. When Lisa dies, her devious lover finds Lilia and makes her an offer she can't refuse: take Lisa's place in a contract marriage with billionaire Samuel, and all of her family's debts will be cleared. Lilia is thrust into a world of opulence and secrets, forcing her to pretend to be a woman she despises, trapped in a loveless arrangement with a man who regards her as nothing more than a business transaction. But as she struggles to maintain her facade, her genuine nature starts to break through Samuel’s icy exterior, and she finds herself falling for the very man she was hired to deceive. Will their developing love endure the web of lies, or will the truth irreparably destroy their world?
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Chapter: Chapter 4 - The Deal BeginsLilia POV Morning came way too swiftly.The alarm on my cracked phone buzzed feebly, more noise than sound, but it still managed to jolt me out of bed. My eyes felt heavy, burning with that kind of exhaustion no amount of sleep could shake off. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, and the floor met my feet with its familiar chill.For a moment, I just sat there, staring at the peeling paint on the wall. I let myself briefly imagine that maybe life would give me just one more day of grace. Just one. But then, from the next room, came the sound that always crushed me: my mother’s deep, raspy cough, rattling through her chest like chains dragging on stone.That thought shattered.I got up.My morning routine was practically automatic by now. Boil some water. Slice the stale bread thin so it lasts. Put on a smile to wake my siblings, even though it never felt genuine. My little brother blinked up at me, his curls sticking out all over, eyes heavy with sleep. My sister tugged at my s
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Chapter: Chapter 3 - The PoolLilia POVI kept telling myself it was just rain.The limousine, the umbrella, her piercing gaze slicing through the downpour—everything felt dreamlike, like a memory I shouldn’t have had. By morning, exhaustion had rendered it unimportant. I put that memory in a corner of my mind that was only used for nightmares and ghost stories, a place I never planned to go back to.Life insisted I forget.And so I did.There were too many dishes piling up, groceries to stretch, and shifts that dragged on forever. Whenever my mother coughed in her sleep or my siblings asked if everything would be alright, I never considered how her face looked during those moments.But across town, in a realm of glass chandeliers and velvet secrets, her night was already falling apart.Lisa Callahan entered Samuel King’s private estate with her customary elegance, although inside, she felt a tightness in her chest.The pool shimmered softly under lantern light, casting ripples across the marble floor. A table was
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Chapter: Chapter 2 - The LadyA sleek black limousine arrived at the curb, its polished surface gleaming even through the downpour. It was the kind of car I’d only ever seen in magazines. It felt so out of place here, in this neighborhood, on this broken street, that I almost questioned if I was imagining it. The driver’s door opened. A man in a tailored black suit stepped out, his shining shoes somehow avoiding the puddles. He opened a massive black umbrella, the kind that looked like it cost more than my entire wardrobe. He moved to the back door. It swung open, and then she stepped out. At first, my brain struggled to comprehend what I was seeing. The woman emerging from the limousine was me. I wasn't the drenched, shivering person standing in the rain with squishy sneakers. No, this was me in another life. Her coat was impeccably tailored, hugging her figure perfectly. Her heels clicked confidently on the wet pavement. Her hair was styled in an elegant twist, every strand in place. Her skin glowed, radiant
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Chapter: Chapter 1 - The DebtLilia POVThe rain felt like a personal insult. It didn’t fall like rain normally should—calm, refreshing, and gentle. No, the rain pounded down in sheets, as if the sky had finally snapped and decided to unleash its fury on everything below.It came down hard, thumping against roofs, slapping against windows, stinging my skin, and sneaking into every little crack it could find. The street had transformed into a slick, muddy river, swallowing bits of garbage and spitting them back out in the gutter. My sneakers, once white, were now a dull brown and completely drenched. Water seeped in through the holes in my worn soles, making my socks squish with every step. My jacket, which I’d picked up secondhand a couple of years ago, clung to me like wet paper, heavy and useless. My hair lay flat against my forehead, dripping into my eyes. I attempted to raise the collar around my neck, but it proved entirely ineffective.Nothing could keep out the cold anymore, not even the weather's chill
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Throne Of Shadowed Rebirth
Imagine being murdered by the very woman meant to protect you, your own grandmother, consumed by her lust for power. It sounds unreal, doesn’t it? But that has been my reality.
This is my seventh life, seven times I have been reborn, and seven times I have died before the age of eighteen.
At only five years old, I hid in a cupboard and watched through a crack as my grandmother, Lunice, gave the order that slaughtered my brothers, the royal princes of Ahenil, after news came that my father, King Ahenos, had been killed in battle. To secure her throne, she commanded the execution of every male in the royal bloodline. My mother’s maid, Martha, risked everything to smuggle me away. She raised me like her own, alongside her daughter Jane, the girl who became my light, and later, the love of my last life.
But no matter where I ran or how I lived, fate found me. In each of my six past lives, my grandmother’s shadow hunted me down, ending me at eighteen. Sometimes she killed Jane too. Sometimes even Martha. Each death left me broken, yet each rebirth filled me with memories, scars, and a growing resolve.
Now, in this seventh, I am no longer the helpless boy cowering behind a cupboard’s door. I carry the wisdom of six lives, the pain of countless betrayals, and the fire of vengeance that will not be quenched. This time, I will reclaim my throne. This time, I will protect those I love.
And when October comes, the cursed month of my death, the world will remember my name. I am the rightful heir, the cursed prince reborn. And this time… I will defy fate itself.
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Chapter: Chapter 6: The ChangeThis time… it will be different.While Martha and Jane head to the market, I stay behind, sitting by the window and gazing out at the forest. The sunlight filters through the leaves, and for a moment, the tranquility feels genuine, but peace in this kingdom has always been a facade.Because I remember.I remember every life that unfolded after Queen Lunice’s ascent.I recall the years of drought, children perishing from hunger, and merchants pushed to their limits. I also recall wandering through towns where people cursed the heavens and pleaded for mercy, and where laughter was a myth.Under her rule, the kingdom that once glimmered with gold became a wasteland of ash and sorrow.I recall her soldiers marching through villages, taking firstborn sons as offerings for her so-called “protection.” I remember mothers clutching lifeless babies, their tears mixing with the dust of the streets. I remember trying to save them—at least once, but I failed.And it led to my death.In one life, I
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Dawn of Resolve(Ethan’s POV)The dawn softly seeps through the wooden window, casting gentle rays of gold on my face. The fire in the hearth has flickered out, leaving just a wisp of smoke and a warmth that smells like remnants of yesterday’s dreams. For a moment, I stay still, soaking in the sounds of life stirring anew—the distant chirping of birds, women chatting as they gather water, and the familiar creak of Martha’s footsteps on the floorboards.It’s a new morning, a fresh start, and another chance to live again.The aroma of herbs wafts into the room, mingling with the subtle scent of freshly baked bread. Martha’s voice floats through our little cottage, humming a lullaby—a tune she used to sing to me as a child in all my past lives. It tugs at my heartstrings. Even after seven lives, that melody feels like home.Then I hear Jane’s giggle. That sound could heal entire kingdoms. She’s already up, her tiny feet pattering on the floor as her mother styles her hair. I fully open my eyes, letting
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Chapter: Chapter 4: Whispers of the Past(Ethan’s POV)Sleep doesn’t come easy for me. Even when it does, it's hardly peaceful.As soon as my eyes shut a second time, the warmth of Martha’s home slips away, and I find myself in a familiar place—a battlefield I've been to way too often.The ground is soaked in blood, and the air is thick with the smell of iron and ash. Screams echo through the night, sharp like dying stars. I’m back in the thick of it again—older and stronger, my sword gripped tightly in my hand.Then I see her, Martha, this time around.She’s running with us as we try to escape from the queen’s men, her eyes filled with desperation, her lips calling my name like my real mother with so much love and concern. For a brief moment, we thought we had outrun them until Martha sustained an injury that slowed us down, and she left a note one night and returned so she wouldn't be a burden to us as we tried to flee to save ourselves. That broke both me and Jane because we had no choice but to move forward so that her s
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Chapter: Chapter 3: The Town of Nuevis(Ethan’s POV)"Martha, stop," I whisper urgently.The soldiers are just ahead, maybe twenty paces away, with their footsteps crunching softly on the leaves. They haven't spotted us yet.Martha's breathing quickens. "Ethan, what are you—""Hide," I interrupt, tugging at her sleeve. "Now."She hesitates, probably wondering how a five-year-old can sound so certain, but something in my voice convinces her. Quietly, she leads the horse off the path and crouches down with me behind a sturdy oak tree.We sit there, pressed against the roots, our breaths shallow.The two soldiers stroll by slowly, chatting in hushed tones about heading back to the city. The moonlight glints off their armor as they fade down the trail.Only when their footsteps disappear does Martha finally release a breath. "That was close," she mumbles.I nod, continuing to monitor the path. This had never happened before. In my previous life, this road was empty.“Why is it different this time?”It feels like fate is shifti
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Chapter: Chapter 2: RebirthThe memory burns as fresh as the night it happened. My chest aches, my breath unsteady. I close my eyes against the pain.When I reopen them, I find myself still on the horse, nestled against Martha's chest, with the night wind howling past us. But something inside me has changed.This is my seventh life, and I'm not sure if it'll be my last, or if I'll be given another chance if I fail, but I know I won't let Jane die again, nor will I let Martha fall again.I refuse to die at the age of eighteen.This time, I’ll break free.The horse gallops beneath us, each stride jarring my bones, but I cling to Martha tight. I bury my face in her shoulder, the warmth of her body grounding me against the cold night. My tears sting as they trickle down my cheeks, soaking into the fabric of her dress.She doesn’t understand why I hold on so tightly; to her, I’m just a scared boy who’s seen too much blood, but to me… she’s a miracle. Six times, I’ve watched her die, and six times, I’ve awoken to the
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Chapter: Chapter 1: The Seventh Rebirth(Ethan’s POV)Pain.It always starts with pain.The sharp jab in my chest steals the breath from me, like a knife plunged right into my heart. My body convulses with the memory of dying. I scratch my chest, but there's no blood, just a fading memory.And then I come to a chilling realization.I’m back again.The scent of old wood fills the air. The darkness closes in around me. I can feel the rough splinters digging into my palms. I don’t even need to open my eyes to see where I am. I’m inside the cupboard, the same one where everything always begins, on the third floor of the palace tower: the chamber of heirs, which later became the chamber of death.I force my eyes open and press against the tiny crack in the wood. There they are, my brothers, my blood, lined up, trembling, with fear and confusion etched across their young faces, and in the midst of them is Niall.My second brother: taller, older, and kinder. He used to sneak me sweets when the cooks weren’t watching. The only one
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