All Chapters of Rewriting Fate I’ll Never Love You Again: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

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Isadora’s POVCassian was sprawled across my bed like a fallen angel, half-conscious, his shirt rumpled and fingers reaching out to me with a drunken slur of my name.“Isadora?” he murmured, eyes barely open. “Why are you standing so far away?”The sound of his voice—so familiar, so heartbreakingly intimate—made my chest tighten. I froze.This was it. The moment everything went wrong in my past life.Cassian smiled, slow and lazy, as he tugged at the buttons of his shirt. “Come on, Isadora.”He looked like sin and temptation and everything I used to want.But I knew better now. I didn’t move closer. I took a step back instead.In my past life, Damian—my brother—had handed me that glass of whiskey tonight with a knowing smile. He knew I had a crush on Cassian, his dangerous, untouchable mafia friend.He’d poured Cassian a drink. Said it was to loosen him up.“If he doesn’t love you,” Damian had whispered, “What’s the harm in a one-night stand?”Back then, I’d been naïve. I’d believed C

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Isadora’s POVHis body went rigid. So did mine.But his lips were soft. Shockingly soft. And for a second, neither of us moved.And then… I didn’t want to move.Cassian is probably screwing Alessia right now, I reminded myself. So why couldn’t I have a little fun of my own?My arms slid around the stranger’s neck as if they belonged there. His hesitation dissolved like smoke, and then he was kissing me back—fierce, hungry, like he wanted to devour every last piece of me.I didn’t even realize he’d lifted me until I felt my legs swinging in the air. His lips never left mine as he carried me out—toward his car, I assumed. His breath brushed against my ear, deep and dangerous.“Don’t regret this tomorrow, Isadora,” he murmured. “You chose to mess with me this time.”Even through the liquor haze, I knew we were headed for something intense. Something I couldn’t undo.That night was a blur of heat and tangled sheets.He was built like sin—hard muscle, commanding hands, a mouth that ruined m

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Isadora’s POVI stayed in bed all day.No one disturbed me, thank god. They probably assumed I was nursing a hangover—or pretending to.By dinner, there was a knock.“Hey, Izzy,” Damian said gently through the door. “You okay? You’ve skipped every meal today.”“I’m fine,” I lied under the covers, voice muffled.“Come on. Just join us for dinner.”Of course, he didn’t come alone.Alessia chimed in next. “Isadora! Come eat with us!”And then—because fate hated me—my mother joined the chorus too. I was officially outnumbered.So I dragged myself to the table, sat down, and hoped no one would speak to me.Cassian sat beside Alessia, dutifully cutting her steak like she was some helpless debutante.“Cassian,” Alessia cooed, “I can cut my own food. I’m not a child.”She said it like a joke.Cassian’s gaze snapped to mine—sharp, burning. “You’re my girlfriend. Who else would I be taking care of?”I focused on my steak like it was the most fascinating thing I’d ever seen. But their performance

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Isadora’s POVThe day Cassian proposed to Alessia, I slipped and fractured my ankle.Alessia didn’t miss her chance. She burst into my hospital room like a runway model, flashing her engagement ring like it had magical powers.“Oh my god, Isadora,” she gasped when she saw the cast on my leg. “That looks awful. Is it serious? Will you… fully recover?”“It’s just a fracture,” I muttered. “Not a tragedy.”She blinked back a few crocodile tears. “Is it because of us? Did our engagement upset you that much? I—I feel so guilty…” Then, right on cue: “Wait, I’ve got a call.”She flounced out, leaving her perfume and poison in the air.Cassian walked in a moment later, face sour like he’d swallowed a lemon. “You just had to find a way to steal the spotlight, didn’t you? On our engagement day.”“No. I slipped. That’s all,” I said calmly. “I’ve already told you—I don’t like you anymore. I didn’t then. I don’t now.”But Cassian wasn’t buying it. His jaw twitched. His eyes narrowed.“Izzy,” Cassian

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Isadora’s POVHe grabbed my wrist, spun me around—And pushed me until my back hit the wall.The sound cracked through the hallway like a gunshot.“I told you to quit playing games,” he growled, eyes wild. “What the hell were you thinking, cutting up Alessia’s clothes? Is that your way of threatening her? Are you planning to kill her just to have me?”I reeled—by Cassian’s sheer audacity. He actually believed I’d do that? That I was still so obsessed with him, so desperate to get his attention?Cassian stood there like a man unraveling, fury dancing behind his eyes.‘Cutting up Alessia’s clothes?’I stared at him, stunned. What the hell was he talking about?Before I could respond, my phone buzzed. I glanced at the screen—Kai.Cassian snatched it out of my hand before I could blink.“This your so-called boyfriend?” he snapped, waving the phone like it was Exhibit A. “You already have a man, and yet you're still obsessed with sabotaging my relationship? What is it, Isadora—are you that d

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Isadora’s POV“A lesson?” Damian barked. “Let me be crystal clear—this is my house, and she’s my sister. I don’t care if you’re my best friend or the goddamn mafia prince of the East Coast. You do not get to lay a finger on her. Ever.”He turned to me, eyes wide with concern. “Izzy—did he hurt you? Why are you shaking?”I didn’t answer. Just shook my head and looked to Kai.Cassian was still standing there, as if he’d done nothing wrong.Damian took a step forward, his fists clenched. “I trusted you, Cassian. I even wanted you to end up with her. But you chose that plastic doll Alessia instead. Fine. My sister moved on. She found someone who treats her better than you ever could. So what the hell is your excuse for still coming after her like this?”Kai stepped in, placing a firm hand on my back as he pulled me gently into his arms.“I don’t know what kind of twisted complex you’ve developed,” Kai said calmly, “but I won’t let you touch her. You should leave. Before I forget how much o

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Cassian’s POVI don’t know what the hell’s gotten into me.I should’ve had my eyes locked on Alessia. On the woman I’d claimed to love, on the future I said I wanted.But no matter how hard I tried, my gaze kept drifting. To her. To Isadora.Yes, I’d been reborn. Given a second chance.And in my first life, I’d married Isadora—not out of love, but obligation. A one-night stand that spiraled into a lifetime I never asked for. She got pregnant. I married her. I resented every second of it.So I ran.I left her the day she gave birth to our son, Leo, and fled straight into Alessia’s arms.And for a while, I thought I was finally free. But when Alessia disappeared on our flight home, it felt like my world caved in. And the more I looked at Isadora and Leo—the life I didn’t want—the more I hated them for it.Hated them for existing.A year after Alessia vanished, I staged a car crash. When the vehicle slammed into the highway divider, I made a choice. I locked Isadora and Leo inside and wal

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Isadora’s POVToday marked three months since Kai and I started dating—and he insisted we celebrate.“Every little anniversary matters,” he told me with that charming smile. “Whether it’s our first meeting, our one-month, or a full year—they’re all part of our story.”So we dressed up, dined beneath fairy lights, shared dessert, and he drove me home like the perfect gentleman he always was.Halfway there, we bumped into my brother, Damian. He gave me a quick once-over and turned to Kai. “You can stay the night, if you want.”But Kai shook his head, voice smooth and respectful. “Not yet. I’ll wait until I propose to Isadora and formally introduce myself to your parents. That’s what a gentleman would do.”Sometimes I forgot that Kai Drenner was a mafia lead. He carried himself with old-world grace, his manners refined, his boundaries crystal clear. Never once had he pressured me to stay over or disrespected my family—not even with a look.Instead, he spoiled me.Not with extravagance—tho

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Isadora’s POVI froze.“In my past life, you didn’t just marry me. You tricked your way into my bed. Pretended to be innocent. And ended up pregnant—with my son. Leo.”My blood turned to ice.Cassian had been reborn too.My voice caught in my throat. “You…?”He didn’t answer. Just stared at me, like the memory still burned behind his eyes.So that was it. Maybe we both died. Or maybe my second chance had somehow dragged him back with me. I didn’t know.But what I did know?This time, he didn’t get to win.I shook out of his grip and stepped back.“If you really remember everything, then you should remember this too,” I said coldly. “You left me. You left me and your son to burn in that car. You chose Alessia. Again and again and again. And guess what? That’s who you really loved. So go. Run to her. Do it right this time, if you even know how.”He didn’t move. Didn’t blink.“And Leo?” My voice cracked, but I didn’t stop. “Thanks to your kind, noble heart, Leo will never exist again. You

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