LOGINLove's Eternal Way Sixteen-year-old Serenity Palmer's biggest problem should be avoiding her father's arranged marriage contract with Thomas Blake, the arrogant senior who's made her life miserable for three years. But when a school trip to a French château triggers vivid dreams of a past life, Serenity discovers she and Thomas were once lovers—murdered on the eve of their 1722 wedding. As memories of their tragic death resurface, Serenity realizes their history teacher, Mrs. Hargrove, is the reincarnation of the obsessed servant who killed them. Worse, she's orchestrated this entire trip to finish what she started three centuries ago. With Thomas's best friend Louis—who harbors secrets of his own past-life memories—and Serenity's friend Ava, they uncover a conspiracy spanning five lifetimes. Mrs. Hargrove isn't working alone. The real mastermind is someone much closer to home: Thomas's best friend Axel, the reincarnation of a spurned nobleman who has spent centuries manipulating their relationship from the shadows. Every cruel word Thomas ever spoke, every moment of distance between them, was carefully orchestrated to keep them apart. Now, trapped in the same château where they once died, Serenity and Thomas must break a cycle of obsession and revenge that has followed them through multiple lifetimes. But breaking free will require the ultimate sacrifice—and a love powerful enough to rewrite the rules of life and death itself. A supernatural romance about soulmates who refuse to let death have the final word, Love's Eternal Way explores how true love transcends time, memory, and even the grave. Some bonds are eternal—but so is the hatred of those who would destroy them. Perfect for fans of reincarnation, romance, and paranormal suspense.
View MoreCHAPTER 1 CHASING THE HANDSOME CARPENTER
Chatrine Madison officially ruined her perfect life at exactly nine o’clock in the morning, in the heart of New York City. “This is my resignation letter.” The forty-second-floor conference room of Denton Tower fell into silence. Three Denton Global directors stared at her as if they had just witnessed an angel voluntarily fall from grace. Someone nearly dropped their coffee. Because the woman standing before them was Chatrine Madison. Personal secretary to Aron Loghan. The most disciplined woman in Denton Tower. A cold, precise mind capable of managing a billion-dollar empire without ever showing a trace of panic. A woman who always had an answer for every problem. And now… That same woman had just quit her job… for a carpenter. “Miss Madison,” one of the directors finally spoke, his voice careful. “Are you joking?” “Unfortunately not.” Chatrine offered a faint, controlled smile and slid a red folder across the table. Her resignation letter. Five years of flawless career. Over. “And if you’ll excuse me,” she said calmly, rising to her feet, “I have somewhere more important to be.” The directors looked even more stunned. Summer draped Canterbury in a clear blue sky, warm wind rolling through endless stretches of green countryside. Chatrine’s car moved slowly along quiet English roads that looked almost unreal in their peace. Old stone houses. White wooden fences. Golden fields stretching into the horizon. Sunlight so gentle it felt almost insulting to someone currently suffering a full-scale crisis of identity. She wore dark sunglasses, fingers tight around the steering wheel. Beautiful. Elegant. Stressed. Deeply, irrationally stressed. Because the closer she got to Liam Conelli’s world, the louder the voice in her head became. You left New York for a country man who might not even remember your name. Brilliant decision, Chatrine. Truly Ivy League-level reasoning. She exhaled slowly. Then her eyes caught a small wooden sign by the roadside. WELCOME TO CANTERBURY. Her heartbeat shifted. “Oh no…” she murmured softly. It was real. She was actually here. For Liam Conelli. The arrogant carpenter who insulted her more often than he acknowledged her. A man with rough hands, a sharp jaw, a low voice, and an infuriating gaze that had taken permanent residence in her thoughts. And it had all begun that night in the storm. Her car stranded on a rural road after a massive fallen tree blocked her path. Rain falling like chaos. Lightning tearing through the sky. Then a battered pickup truck had stopped behind her. Liam stepped out carrying an axe over his shoulder. Soaked. Silent. Cold. Unreasonably handsome. He barely even looked at her. Instead, he assessed the fallen tree, took his axe, and started splitting wood in the middle of the storm like a lead character in a dark romance film with emotional damage. And ever since that night… Her life had been quietly falling apart. “This isn’t love,” Chatrine muttered quickly. She nodded to herself as if confirming a legal document. “It’s just… a temporary biological reaction. Nothing more.” Silence. Two seconds later, she exhaled sharply. “Oh God… I don’t even believe myself.” The car continued through the narrow Canterbury roads. And for the first time in her life, Chatrine Madison was doing something with no logic, no ambition, no measurable success— Only a man. A rough-handed carpenter with a dangerous stare who had broken her sense of professional stability without even trying. Stupid? Maybe. Crazy? Definitely. Regret? Not yet. Not even close."The same thing he's always wanted," Mr Blake replied. "To finish what he started. To ensure that the alliance between our families never comes to pass.""But we're not the same people," I protested. "We're not even the same families, really. There's no political gain anymore.""Isn't there?" Lord Ashworth's voice seemed to come from right outside the window now. "Your fathers' law firm is quite successful, I understand. Thomas's inheritance, your family's connections, together, you'd be quite formidable."I shuddered. Even in this lifetime, even as teenagers, we were still valuable enough to be worth killing."He's been watching us," I realized aloud. "All our lives. Waiting for us to remember, waiting
Ava looked up from her phone, where she'd been scrolling through increasingly frantic messages from our classmates. "You really think she could come back? Even frozen like that?""I don't know," I admitted. "I don't understand any of this well enough to be sure of anything."Mr Blake moved closer to our group, his expression gentle but serious. "Serenity, what you did tonight, stepping in front of that bullet for Thomas, it wasn't just brave. It was transformative. The kind of selfless love that rewrites the rules of the universe.""It didn't feel transformative," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. "It just felt like the only choice I could make.""That's exactly what made it powerful," he replied. "True love isn't about grand gestures or dramatic d
"You let me handle that," Mr Blake said. "The official story will be that Mrs. Hargrove had a mental breakdown and threatened students. The rest of the class will be sent home tomorrow, and the four of you will be given time to recover from your 'traumatic experience.'""And our parents?" I asked, thinking of my father who had no idea his daughter had nearly been murdered by her history teacher, again."Your father has been informed that there was an incident," Mr Blake said. "Though not the supernatural details, of course. He's worried about you, but relieved you're safe."I nodded, grateful that at least one complicated conversation could be postponed. My phone buzzed again in my pocket, and I finally pulled it out to check. Dozens of messages from friends, a
"I'm sorry," I said to him, my heart aching for the pain I'd caused him across so many lifetimes. "I never meant to hurt you.""You didn't," he replied, his voice gentle. "You can't help who you love. And seeing you two together, seeing how happy you make each other... it's enough. In every lifetime, that's been enough."Ava moved closer to our group, her eyes still wide with shock. "So what happens to us now? Do we just... go back to being normal teenagers?"I looked around the cottage at the frozen tableau of our would-be killers, then at the people who had become my family across centuries of struggle. "I don't think we'll ever be normal," I said with a shaky laugh. "But maybe that's okay
"I remember something about papers," Louis whispered, leaning across Thomas. "Documents that my father, or whoever he was back then, wanted to get his hands on. Something about land rights or inheritance."The memory clicked into place, sharp and clear. "The marriage contract," I breathed. "It wasn
"Help us figure it out. Louis has been researching past lives, reincarnation, all that stuff. He thinks if we work together, we might be able to understand what happened to us. Why we're remembering now."I thought about the guard who'd died protecting me, the way his blood had looked so real, so v
"Just leave me alone," I said, my voice coming out smaller than she intended. "I need to use the bathroom, and then I'm getting back on the bus. You can tell our fathers you kept an eye on me like a good little soldier."I turned to walk away, but his voice stopped me."The dreams," he said quietly
On top of it I now had to not think about something that kept playing in my mind along with having to plied the fifth if anyone decided to ask me what the fuck happened of the bus how am I meant to answer that coz I don’t fucking know myself.Let alone act like nothing happened during the trip, the






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