LOGINMy blood ran cold. Not just because of the words, they’d done worse than the scheme. They mocked me. Rewrote my pain as a punchline. Danced on the grave of my dignity like it was confetti. I staggered back from the door, suddenly aware of how my hands were trembling. Of how my chest rose and fell like I was still being dragged underwater. I could still feel it, the betrayal. The nights I cried myself sick. The baby. The blood. The gaslighting. The cold stares. The silence. No, this wasn’t just a memory. It was a resurrection. I pressed my hand to my chest, grounding myself. This body? This moment? It was mine now. Not theirs. Not his. If this was a curse, I’d break it. If this was a second chance? I’d weaponize it. Let them laugh. Let them bask in their borrowed joy. Because from this moment on, I’m not playing the quiet, obedient pawn. I’m the storm they tried to silence. The reckoning wrapped in silk and scars. They don’t deserve peace. Not after what they did to me. I’ll make them feel it. The same agony, the same betrayal. No, worse. Double. And the Kensingtons? Oh, they won’t be spared either. Their blood's just as soaked in my suffering. I lived by their rules in my last life. In this one? They live by mine. And mercy? Yeah, I left that behind in the last timeline.
View MoreMAYAThe pictures arrived at noon.My coffee was still warm when the first one came through. I watched the images load—one after another, each one a small knife turning in my chest.Aiden. His hands were on hers. Their fingers interlaced. His knee bent to the floor. The angle of his body tilted toward her like she was the only thing that mattered in the entire restaurant.Even from the angle of the photograph—taken from the side, from a distance, I could see the tilt of her head. The way her hair fell. The shape of her profile.Elena.Of course it was Elena.More pictures dropped. Different angles. Him leaning closer. Her hand moving to his face. Him speaking, his mouth open, his eyes desperate. Her looking down at her lap like she was shy. Like she was pretending to be modest while he literally begged.A video notification came through next. I hesitated before opening it.His voice was rough in a way I'd never heard before. "Please," he was saying. "Just give me one more chance. I mad
SORENShe was real.I could feel the warmth of her skin beneath my palms. Could feel the rise and fall of her breath against my chest. The way her body pressed against mine and felt small. I wrapped my hands around her and took a deep breath. Inhaling the scent of her perfume. The smell of warm sunshine over her collarbones hit me. Followed by the mixture of creamy and sultry scent. Almost hypnotic. I was ready to let myself drown in her scent.Her hands moved across my shoulders, mapping the landscape of muscle and bone. Her fingers traced the line of my collarbone, and I felt my breath hitch. She smiled against my neck, that small, knowing smile, and pressed her lips there. Soft. She slowly brought her tongue out and let the tip touch my skin for a second before retracting it. “I’ve been waiting for you,” she whispered, and the words were real. I cupped her face in my hands and looked at her. It was Maya, but not the version I’d seen in the restaurant. This Maya had no walls. Her
SORENMy mind wouldn’t stay still.It kept drifting back to her—to that impossible, disorienting moment in the restaurant.For half a second, her eyes had locked onto mine. I'd watched them widen. Watching her brows pull together like she was solving an equation, like she was searching for something in my face that she couldn't quite name. It felt deliberate. Intentional. The way she looked at me—like recognition, like memory.Then, just as quickly, the recognition vanished, replaced by polite surprise—the kind people use when they meet someone they’ve only seen on TV.Maybe that was all it was. After all, she’d said it herself: the great boss of the tech world. Of course she’d be shocked to see me in a run-down diner that smelled like burnt oil and cheap coffee.Still… something in her voice, the way her gaze lingered, felt too personal.Or was I just reading into it?Now I sat at my desk, the sleeve of my shirt rolled up, staring at the mark on my wrist.The black cross was so recent
MAYAThe moment my key turned in the lock, I knew.The house smelled of stale perfume and lemon polish. I pushed the door open to find them arranged like a jury on the couch. Elena's mother sat rigid, her spine not touching the back cushion. Her hands moved across her lap with a brittle impatience in sharp, repetitive taps. Tap. Tap. Tap. Her foundation was caked thick today, almost corpse-like, and her eyes had that gleam that made my stomach drop. Father slumped beside her, the loose comfort of old guilt softening his features.I forced a smile on my face and forced my feet to move in their direction. This was going to end in my favour because I have the upper hand."Where are you coming from?" Elena’s mother's voice could have etched glass.I swallowed. "I had to see Aiden."The sound she made wasn't quite a laugh. It was meaner than that."Not even a day. Not even one day since you forced Elena to end things with him, and already you're spreading your legs for him?" Her voice clim
Soren's POVViolent coughs tore through my chests. My eyes snapped open against my will, then immediately clamped shut as merciless fluorescent light drove spikes of agony straight into my skull. The brightness was like torture, each photon a needle piercing through to my brain.Then I heard it. Th
Maya’s POVI blinked my eyes open, breath hitching in my throat.“Are you intentionally ignoring me?” My father’s voice sliced through the haze. Cold. Authoritative. Familiar in the worst kind of way.I blinked, vision adjusting to the dim room, and stared at him like he’d grown a second head.How
Soren’s POVTraffic was its usual mess today. I glanced at my wristwatch. We have barely thirty minutes to get to the company before the meeting starts.I’ve always pointed to my workers that punctuality is the key and have taken it upon myself to show them an example.“Frank, can’t we go any faster
Soren’s POVHe stared at me as if I’d suddenly sprouted two heads. Then he burst out laughing, clutching his knees, throwing his head back, glancing at me between fits of laughter.“Is something funny, Felix?” I ground out.He straightened, cleared his throat, and adjusted his tie. “Nothing, Sir.”


















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