Plot Twists Short Stories & Unattainable Love Adventure Novels

I have spent ten years fighting against the fake heiress, Cynthia Powell, to secure the Powell family's inheritance. Eventually, we both set our sights on the eldest son of the wealthy Wright family, Robin Wright. In my first life, I secure the marriage, but on the very night the shares are transferred to my name, I die a gruesome death. Blood seeps from my eyes and mouth as I collapse. As I lie there dying, Robin calmly wipes the poisonous powder from his fingertips and smiles at me. "My apologies, Kathy Powell. You have to die for the sake of the woman I truly love." I repeatedly curse Cynthia in my heart. In my second life, I am determined to avoid being murdered by Cynthia and her lover. So, I pass the marriage opportunity over to Cynthia. On their wedding day, I'm relaxing at home with a face mask when the police burst through my door and handcuff me. "Cynthia's car was firebombed on the way to the wedding ceremony, and she was burned to a crisp. We found your fingerprints on the fuel tank. You're under arrest for arson and murder. Please come with us," the police orders. The news shocks me. I'm sentenced to death, all thanks to Robin's manipulation. When I wake up, I'm in my third life. After seeing the Wright family's marriage proposal on the table, Cynthia and I take a step back. A chill runs down both our spines. Robin is a curse. How is it that whoever marries him ends up dead?

After years together, we finally hit our wedding day. At the altar, Damien Huxley had the ring halfway on my finger when his old college crush from Francia called. The guy everyone swore loved me more than his own life? His eyes went red. Then he bolted for the airport. My hand froze midair. Then a stream of comments popped up in front of me— [Oh my god, guys! I just saw his old crush's profile pic—she looks exactly like the new cadaver donor at our school!] [No way. Don't freak me out. Keep that creepy comment away from me!] [Either they're twins, or you need glasses. Chill.] I opened my mouth. Nothing came out. I knew about Damien's old crush—our college classmate. But I remembered one thing clearly. She was an only child...

I am the envy of every girl at Belmont Academy. The boys I grew up with—Brooks, Carter, and Harrison—have treated me like royalty since we were kids, spoiling me completely. No matter what I wanted, even if it was a lot of trouble, they always handed it to me on a silver platter. When I casually complained that prom was boring, they rented out an entire yacht for me. When my legs were sore after cheer practice and I didn't want to walk, they gave me piggyback rides across the football field. I was their princess. I was the one they pampered and spoiled, the one they adored. Naturally, I loved them just as much. I naively thought my senior prom date would simply be one of them. Until a transfer student named Nova arrived. Her beauty was striking and undeniable. During her first week, she boldly announced that she would become the center of attention on campus, stealing the spotlight from all the popular kids—especially me. Gradually, Brooks started to find me too whiny. One day during a heavy downpour, he left me alone by the field to hold an umbrella for Nova. The other two stood up for me. "Brooks, you chose this! Don't regret it later!" But not long after, Carter gravitated toward Nova as well. When Nova told the other girls to dump trash into my locker and I got angry, Carter just thought I was making a fuss over nothing. At Homecoming, I looked at Harrison, the only one left, and tears pricked my eyes. "Harrison, tell me, am I the one in the wrong?" He ruffled my hair. "Don't overthink it. They're just stupid. They don't know how to appreciate you." But later, I saw him rig the Homecoming Queen vote. He gave Nova the crown that was supposed to be mine. Just to earn a smile from her. With red eyes, I knocked on the door of my brother's downtown office. "Oliver, about that wildlife conservation project in Arca. I want to leave in three days."