Chapter 1

Max POV Is this it? Is this the end?The thought coils through my mind smoke, slow and poisonous, curling thighter with every breath i take.Is this how I die by the hands of the people I trusted the most? My husband and my best friend. I was laying on the ground, covered in my own blood and my so called husband and best friend were watching me take my last breath, laughing."Pathetic," she says, voice low and syrupy. "She actually thought we cared." My so called best friend, Emily said as she rapped her arm around my husband.Alex chuckles, a sound that once melted me. Now it slices straight through my heart.My fingers twitch against the tile, searching for something, anything to anchor me, to fight back. But my body is heavy, sluggish. My blood is warm at first, then chilling as it leaves me.It is so strange, what you actually remember when you are dying. Not the wedding vows, not the big and small fights and agurements, not even the kiss on the football field where it all began.

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A stranger's skin

Max's POVI gasped and woke up from my sleep, i sat upright. I looked at my surroundings and it was different. I was not on my living room floor where i was covered in blood, everything was gone and different.I was on a massive king sized bed. The floor to ceiling windows framed a glittering city skyline. The air smelled different, like an expensive cologne. I threw the blanket that covered my body and froze. I was looking different. My legs were longer, my hands were bigger.I quickly stood up and stumbled to the mirror. I did not see my face staring back to me. Instead, a man was staring back at me. I studied his face with the kind of intensity i had once reserved for a late night cramming before exams.He has high cheekbones but not too high, a round face, button nose, a mole under his left eyes just like mine, black hair, gray eyes. He looked cute for a guy. He would easily pass off as a male and female. His body was average height. But i felt something, he might try to be storn

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Victor DeLuca

Victor's POVI had everything now or so the world believed. When my name flashed across Forbes lists, when paparazzi stalked me outside glittering galas, when executives tripped over themselves to curry my favor in boardrooms that hummed with power and air-conditioning, the world saw a man who had conquered it all.But i remembered a time when no one even saw me.Back then in high school, i was just a wiry boy with crooked glasses, perpetually hunched beneath the weight of too many books. I smelled faintly of chalk and printer ink, my backpack always bursting with half-finished science projects. My classmates saw "the nerd." But i only saw her.Max.Max with her easy smile, the kind that could thaw winter mornings. Max with her untamed confidence, walking down high school hallways as if the world had already signed over the deed to her. I could still recall the sting of watching her from a distance, never daring to step closer, never brave enough to admit how my heart hammered wheneve

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Fire in the Veins

Max’s POVThe city pulsed beneath me like a living creature, its arteries glowing with streams of headlights, its heartbeat a constant thrum of engines and voices. From the penthouse windows of Blackwell Tower, I could see everything—skyscrapers clawing at the night sky, neon lights buzzing in the distance, the promise of power spread out like a map I could redraw in blood if I chose.I pressed my palm against the cool glass, watching the fog of my breath stain the reflection. The man in the glass stared back, not the woman who had once believed in love, in friendship, in loyalty. She had died on a cold living-room floor, betrayed by her husband and her best friend. All that remained was this stranger—Max Blackwell. My new skin. My new weapon.The irony wasn’t lost on me. Both of us bore the same name, but this Max had been forged differently. Scarred knuckles. Calloused palms. Eyes shadowed with exhaustion, with the hollow disappointment of parents who never saw him. A man who built

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Whispers of the Dead

The funeral was supposed to be a celebration of life, or so the program said in neat, italicized font, printed on thick ivory paper. But all I could feel, standing beneath the pale sky that hung over the cemetery, was a hollowness that mocked every word spoken from the pulpit.I stood at the edge of the gathering, away from the cluster of mourners. Billionaire or not, I didn’t belong among them. These were her family, her so-called friends, the people who had held her close in the life I had only watched from afar. I had no right to grieve publicly. No one here would understand why a man like me, someone the tabloids loved to paint as untouchable, would have tears clinging stubbornly to the corners of his eyes.The air was heavy with lilies and damp earth. Max’s photograph rested at the front — framed, smiling, that same smile that once cracked open my universe in the stale fluorescent halls of our high school. My chest tightened.I remembered that day so clearly: her glance, her smil

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Alle Kapitel von Reborn just to love you: Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 5

Chapter 1

A stranger's skin

Victor DeLuca

Fire in the Veins

Whispers of the Dead