Twice in One Life follows the story of Celine Hayes, a once-powerful businesswoman whose life is cut short by a betrayal orchestrated by the people closest to her. A year after her death, Celine returns as a ghost, unable to move on until she finds justice. She crosses paths with Ònààrà, a modern-day shaman, and discovers Evelyn, a woman who unknowingly serves as the perfect vessel for Celine’s spirit. With Ònààrà’s reluctant help, Celine possesses Evelyn and begins to piece together the events that led to her murder. She returns to the life she left behind, re-entering the world under the guise of Evelyn, and plans to marry her former fiancé, Darren. But as truths begin to unravel, Celine learns of Darren’s inappropriate relationship with his sister and the deep-rooted hatred that led to her death. As her connection to Evelyn begins to blur, and her desire for revenge intensifies, Celine is faced with a painful reality: to find peace, she may have to sacrifice the last shred of her humanity or risk dragging another innocent soul into her tragic fate.
Lihat lebih banyakIt was just another dull morning in Evelyn's jewelry shop. Sunlight poured through the large glass windows, catching the sparkle of gold and gemstones arranged neatly behind the glass displays. Everything looked just as it always did. Clean. Quiet. Calm. Evelyn Brown moved with her usual poise, graceful and intentional, as she made her way around the shop, making sure everything was in order before opening hours began.
She stopped briefly by the cash register, adjusted a stack of invoices, then continued on to the section where she kept her recent designs. Her fingers glided lightly over each case, until they stopped over one shelf. She didn’t know why, but something had drawn her to it. Her hand hovered for a second, then reached forward to pull out a small custom-made mirror glass crystal box tucked neatly at the far end. It made a soft sound as it slid forward on the glass. This wedding band. She frowned slightly. Why is this still here? The diamond ring inside had been fully paid for almost a year ago. The client, what was her name again? Evelyn couldn’t remember. But she remembered how special the request had been. The woman had placed a unique order, picking out a rare design that Evelyn had crafted personally. It had taken her weeks to complete. It was one of her proudest works in months. Beautiful. Bold. Delicate in all the right places. But the customer never came back to pick it up. No messages. No cancellation. Nothing. Evelyn slowly opened the box. The diamond sparkled as if it had a light inside of it. She stared at it for a moment. There was something about the way it shimmered. Something strangely familiar. She tilted her head slightly, trying to place the feeling rising inside her. Her fingers tingled. Then, acting on a sudden impulse, as if guided by something unseen, she slipped the ring onto her finger. The room shifted. A cold breeze rushed past her. The light around her dipped and flickered, like the world had just blinked. The bright morning sun that had been shining moments ago suddenly turned faint. Evelyn gasped. Everything around her went dark for a second, just one second. In that tiny moment, she saw someone. A face. Sharp and elegant. Beautiful, but full of sadness and rage. A woman dressed in white. A veil covered her head, flowing down to her shoulders. She reached out, her hand stretching toward Evelyn. Her eyes were wide. Her lips were parted like she wanted to speak, but no sound came out. And then it was gone. Evelyn blinked. The lights came back on. The shop was silent again, just as it had been a moment ago. Except now, the sound of the bell above the door rang softly as it opened. Ònààrà stepped inside, brushing wind off her shoulders. “Are you okay, Evelyn?” Her voice brought Evelyn back to the present. Her heart was beating faster than usual. She looked up and managed a soft smile, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah. I’m fine. I just... spaced out for a second.” Ònààrà stepped closer, her eyes narrowing with quiet concern. She looked at Evelyn carefully, noticing something off. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” Evelyn let out a small laugh, trying to shake off the feeling. She looked down at her hand. The ring was still there. Shining. Sitting snug on her finger. Ònààrà saw it too, but said nothing. Quickly, Evelyn removed it and returned it to the box, snapping the lid closed and placing it back into the shelf. The moment passed. But something lingered in the air. A presence. Evelyn couldn’t explain it, but she couldn’t shake off the feeling that someone was still watching her. The days that followed didn’t help. In fact, things only got worse. Evelyn started having dreams. Strange ones. At first, they were blurry. A woman in a white dress, giggling as she ran through a flower field. The smell of lilies in the air. Then the sound of people wailing. A scream. Blood staining a white satin gown. Each night, the dreams became more vivid. More real. She started waking up breathless, her sheets tangled, her skin cold. The scent of lilies followed her out of her dreams. So did the taste of something metallic in her mouth. Something like blood. And always, she saw the same face. The woman who had appeared to her when she wore the ring. That same sad, angry face. Sometimes Evelyn swore she saw it reflected in car mirrors. Or in passing strangers. Once, even in her own reflection. The woman felt familiar. But Evelyn didn’t know why. Then, one night, the dream changed. It wasn’t blurry. It wasn’t random. It wasn’t just a haunting echo from someone else's life. This one was different. This one was a memory. Her memory. Evelyn’s face twitched slightly in her sleep. Her expression kept changing. On the edge of the bed, Ònààrà sat calmly. She watched Evelyn quietly and placed Evelyn's right hand gently into hers. In the dream, Evelyn sat in her shop, just like any normal day. A woman was sitting across from her. Confident. Poised. The woman placed a large envelope on the table between them. “I hear you are one of the finest jewelers in the city, Evelyn.” Evelyn blushed slightly and smiled. “How may I help you today?” The woman gestured to the envelope. “It contains detailed descriptions and pictures of what I want.” Evelyn nodded, reaching into the envelope and pulling out the sheets. She examined each one carefully. “Rare, isn't it?” The woman asked with a small smile. Evelyn shrugged, returning the smile. “Indeed. But not impossible to make.” The woman laughed lightly. “I will be needing some basic information to register your custom order,” Evelyn said, handing over a form and a pen. “What about my bill?” the woman asked. “That will be sent electronically,” Evelyn replied with a soft giggle. It didn’t take long. The woman filled out the form, signed, and handed it back. “I look forward to a masterpiece,” she said, standing to leave. “Of course,” Evelyn said, standing as well. She extended her right hand for a handshake, holding the form in her other hand. “Thank you for stopping by…” she glanced down at the paperwork. Her eyes froze for a moment on the name. “Thank you for your trust, Ms. Hayes.” The woman gave a small smile. “Please, call me Celine. Just Celine.” Evelyn jolted awake, sitting up straight in bed, her breath heavy. There was only one word on her lips. “Celine.”The days following the rooftop dinner, Darren and Claire had become inseparable. From whispered meetings in his office to late nights spent poring over estate files together, their alliance grew stronger. Some nights ended in heated passion, and most mornings Claire woke tangled in his sheets. In Darren's head, it was all strategy or maybe it was something more. She was sharp, resourceful, and knew Celine's legacy better than anyone. That was enough reason to keep her close.The truth hung between them. He needed her. She still wanted him.With the one-year mark on Celine's Nexus scheme drawing to a close, Darren wasted no time. The Hayes Group of Companies had remained leaderless for far too long, and it was time to change that. Newspapers and online blogs ran headline after headline:NEW LEADERSHIP EMERGES FOR THE HAYES GROUP OF COMPANIESDarren made sure the press did their job well.Claire prepped him for every possible challenge he could encounter on the path to succession. Her k
Claire hadn’t heard from Darren since that brief meeting in his office.The conversation had been strictly professional nothing more, nothing less. He’d asked about the estate, and she’d answered like any competent lawyer would. Nothing in her tone betrayed the memories they shared or the ones she secretly treasured. She’d told herself she was over him, whatever feelings she once had were buried under paperwork and time. But when Darren's driver showed up at her firm with a handwritten invitation to dinner, her breath ceased.Just dinner, she reminded herself.Now, seated in one of the city’s most exclusive rooftop restaurants, she sipped on a glass of red wine and waited. The skyline stretched out behind her, glittering, smug and silent. She hated places like this, too polished, too intentional. But Darren had chosen it for a reason. She arrived before him, nerves tightening with each tick of her wristwatch.She didn't have to wait long.Darren walked in. Tailored black suit, dark blu
Natalie barged into Darren’s office like she owned the entire building. The secretary’s voice tried to follow, weak and strained from the door way.“Mr. Darren is in a meeting..Miss, you can’t just—”But it was already too late. The door was open and Natalie was inside.Darren sat behind his desk, sleeves rolled to his elbows, flipping through a thick stack of documents while two suited men sat opposite. He didn’t look up immediately. Just a passing glance. Then he caught a flash of something blue, her dress.It clung to her like it had been sewn onto her skin. That silk blue shimmer, bold and suggestive. Seduction, screaming silently in the middle of a weekday.He raised his head slowly, eyes locked on the fabric for a second too long. Then he waved a hand.“Gentlemen, give me a moment.”The two men stood and exited quickly. Natalie’s heels clicked across the marble floor, every step deliberate.“You didn’t answer my texts,” she said, her voice layered in sweetness but her tone thin
A few days had passed since the séance. Since the candles danced and the air grew cold. Since Celine disappeared into the unknown, whispering promises of return. There had been no word from Evelyn. No visions. Just silence.Ònààra tried not to think too much of it. Maybe Evelyn was caught up in her jewelry projects again. Maybe she needed space. Friends got busy. It happened. Still, something about her silence felt... off.Then, late last night, a text came in.Lunch tomorrow? My treat. Something fancy.Ònààra didn’t hesitate. She replied yes.Now, she sat alone at a high-end restaurant Evelyn had picked. An unusual choice for someone who normally avoided flash. Ònààra glanced at the time. Fifteen minutes late.She sighed and reached for her glass of water just as the doors swung open.A woman walked in.She wore a red sequin dress that shimmered under the soft golden lights. It hugged her perfectly, short and daring with a deep neckline. Her curves moved with each confident step. Her
"I'm going crazy and I need urgent help."Ònààra chuckled, leaning back on her velvet armchair, listening to Evelyn pace the living room like a trapped cat."Do not laugh at me, Ona. I'm serious.""Here," Ònààra said, handing her a mug filled with a cold, dark liquid. "Drink this. It will help with your nerves."Evelyn sniffed it and grimaced. "What is this?""Herbal tea," she said with a wink. "Trust me. It helps."Ònààra was the only person Evelyn could talk to without fear of being labeled insane. From the first day they met, there had been an odd connection between them. Over the months, they'd grown close.Ònààra had always been different, ornamental, always adorned in beads, strange threads, and cowries that jingled softly when she moved. Evelyn never questioned it. She thought it was just cultural. Aesthetic. Beautifully strange.Tonight, though, was different.Evelyn poured out every bizarre detail of how she would plan her day and end up somewhere else. How she'd find herself
Ònààrà had promised to stay the weekend with Evelyn. Since the dreams had grown more vivid, Evelyn found it hard to return to sleep after each waking. Just knowing someone was nearby brought a small sense of peace. A little comfort.But that peace was short-lived.Evelyn had been restless since she woke up. Her mind kept racing, and her heart felt unsettled. They had only just found out the truth. Celine had been dead for almost a year. That fact sat like a weight on their shoulders, especially Evelyn’s.Only now did the herbal tea Ònààrà had prepared begin to settle in. The warmth of it filled her chest as she sat quietly by the mirror. Her eyes scanned her reflection like she was seeing a stranger. She leaned closer, studying her face in silence. There was something about her skin that didn’t sit right. Her fingers moved slowly across her cheeks, over her jawline, touching the parts that felt wrong.A flicker of disgust crossed her face.“Hey! Breakfast is ready.” Ònààrà called out,
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