Kill Me Once More, My Love
Nadia Reyes has died twelve times. Different centuries, different methods — same hands, same face, same cold eyes watching her take her final breath. At twenty-seven, armed with soul memories that science cannot explain and a rage that twelve lifetimes of dying has sharpened into something precise, she stops running. She spends eight months engineering an introduction to Dorian Ashvale — the man her soul recognizes as her killer — seduces him deliberately, and marries him with one goal: end the cycle on her terms before he ends it on his.
Dorian doesn't remember any of it. He only knows that Nadia feels like a memory he was never supposed to have, and that marrying her is the first decision in his life that has ever felt completely, terrifyingly right. But as Nadia moves closer to executing her revenge, her forensic genealogy skills uncover something that fractures everything — Dorian's violence across lifetimes wasn't chosen. His soul has been hijacked by an ancient predatory entity that feeds on Nadia's interrupted purpose, growing stronger every time she dies before completing something she was always meant to finish.
The monster she married didn't kill her. Something far older did — using his hands.
As the entity begins to activate, triggering blackout episodes Dorian cannot control, Nadia faces the most dangerous realization of all thirteen lifetimes: she is falling in love with the man she planned to destroy. Book 1 ends when Dorian surfaces from his worst blackout yet to find Nadia bleeding — and looks at her with the eyes of a man who remembers nothing and is about to lose everything.
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Chapter: Come InDorian's POV He's changed the position of the file three times in the last hour.First it was on the coffee table, open, the way you'd leave something you intend to discuss directly. Then he moved it to the kitchen counter because the coffee table felt too staged, too much like a confrontation he'd arranged in advance. Then he moved it back because leaving it in the kitchen made it look like he was hiding it and he is not hiding it, he is simply — not entirely sure how this conversation starts.He has built an entire company on the skill of walking into rooms with difficult information and delivering it without hesitation and tonight he has rearranged a file folder three times in his own apartment like a man who has never had a hard conversation in his life.He pours two glasses of water, puts them on the coffee table, moves the file to the side table, and decides that's where it stays.The intercom buzzes at eight forty seven.He opens the door and she is standing in the corridor in
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Chapter: They KnowNadia's POVShe feels it in the elevator on the way down.Not fear — something older than fear, that specific prickling at the back of her neck she has learned across twelve lifetimes to never dismiss. In Vienna she called it nerves and ignored it and ended up on a ballroom floor. In Lagos she told herself it was nothing and ignored it and ended up in a courtyard in the rain. She has paid for ignoring that feeling with her life more times than she can count on one hand and she is not about to make it thirteen.She walks through the lobby at exactly the pace she walked in — unhurried, professional, a woman finishing a consultation and already thinking about the next thing on her list — and the moment the glass doors close behind her and the cold air hits her face she pulls out her phone and opens the folder. Everything is where she left it. All eight months of documentation sitting exactly where she put it, undisturbed, unchanged. She stands on the pavement outside Ashvale Meridian and
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Chapter: What She KnowsDorian's POV He's read the same paragraph four times and it still isn't going in.Not because it's complicated. Because every time he gets to the third sentence his brain keeps pulling back to the way she said it's exactly what the title says it is — steady voice, steady eyes, not a single thing moving in her face — and he keeps thinking about the half second before she said it where something did move.Just not on her face.Her hand.He pulls the paper up on his screen again.Transgenerational Memory Patterns in Extended Bloodline Documentation — N. Reyes, Cambridge University Press, 2019.He read it last night as background research. Standard practice — he reads everything connected to anyone who gets extended access to Ashvale documentation. He expected dry academic work. Charts. Citation heavy. The kind of writing that is technically about human experience and emotionally about nothing.This isn't that.He scrolls to the section he stopped on last night and reads it again slowly.
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Chapter: The Wrong Question Nadia's POVHe pours the water himself.Not his assistant. Not the woman who showed me in and offered coffee with that rehearsed smile. Him. He picks up the jug from the credenza without asking and fills the glass in front of me and sets it down and goes back to his seat like that's just something he does.I file it. Unexpected. Not in the profile.The meeting starts clean.I lay out the preliminary findings the way I practiced — direct, no filler, conclusions first because anything else wastes time and wasting time is the fastest way to lose a room. He listens without interrupting which tells me he either already knows everything I'm about to say or he's the kind of person who waits until he has the full picture before he reacts.With him I'm guessing both."The 1923 marriage created two legitimate inheritance branches," I say. "The 1987 settlement only recognised one. If the second branch finds documentation — and they will, it's not hidden well — you're looking at a three jurisdic
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Chapter: Something's Wrong With MeDorian's POVThe file has been sitting on his desk for forty minutes and he's read her name six times.Not the whole file. Just the name. Nadia Reyes. He keeps getting to it and stopping like there's something on the other side of those two words that he hasn't figured out yet.Marcus is watching him from the doorway and not saying anything which means Marcus has been watching him for longer than he just noticed."How long have you been standing there," Dorian says without looking up."Long enough." Marcus walks in, drops into the chair across the desk, looks at the file. "That's the nine AM.""I know what it is.""You've had it open for forty minutes.""I'm thorough."Marcus looks at him the way he's been looking at him for fifteen years — like he can see through the answer to whatever is actually going on underneath it. It's the most irritating thing about him. It's also why Dorian pays him what he pays him."It's a genealogy consultation," Marcus says. "Estate documentation. You've
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Chapter: The WallPOV: Nadia's POV The first thing Sable does when she walks in is stop dead in the middle of my living room and stare at the wall.Not the window. Not me. The wall.I watch her face go through five different emotions in about three seconds — confusion, recognition, something close to horror — and I already know what's coming before she opens her mouth."Nadia.""Morning.""What is this."Not a question. The way she says it is not a question.I went to sleep at four and woke up at six and spent the two hours between then and now doing what I always do when I can't afford to fall apart — I worked. The wall is colour-coded. Red string connecting the portrait dates to the death memories. Blue for the bloodline documentation. Yellow for everything I've pulled on the living man, the current iteration, the one with the glass tower and the grey suits and the nine AM meeting I have in two hours and forty minutes.It takes up the entire left side of my living room.Sable is standing in front of
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