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The Rich Guy is cursed : Immortal Love

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"The Rich Guy is Cursed: Immortal Love" is a riveting suspense novel that delves into the extraordinary life of a young man with inexplicable powers, who must navigate the challenges of living among ordinary humans. As secrets and mysteries unravel, the story unfolds into a captivating exploration of love, immortality, and the enigmatic world that lies beneath the surface of the rich guy's seemingly charmed life.

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Chapter 1Chapter 1 - Fateful Encounter

In the modern era, Everton City stood as a paragon of urban splendor.

The city's towering skyscrapers, illuminated with brilliant lights, wove a captivating tapestry of modernity that stretched high into the night sky.

The meticulously designed roads wove their way through the architectural marvels, a testament to the careful planning that had given birth to this bustling metropolis.

Amidst the city's ceaseless hustle and bustle, its inhabitants followed their distinct trajectories, each absorbed in their individual pursuits, seemingly unrelated.

At Night, strolling through the dark city streets was a young man, his tall and striking figure making him a captivating presence. He moved with a lightness in his step,

whistling a cheerful tune that harmonized with the city's ambient sounds.

His long, flowing hair framed eyes that held both enchantment and intrigue, and his charismatic personality radiated charm.

With an umbrella in hand, he spun and twirled as he continued his leisurely walk, blending seamlessly into the dynamic fabric of the city.

In the early hours of the morning, within the tranquil confines of a spacious apartment, a young woman named Evelyn Collins, known simply as Evelyn, stirred from her slumber.

Her alarm had roused her from the realm of dreams, and she embraced the new day with enthusiasm. Evelyn epitomized beauty in every sense.

Her eyes were large and captivating, possessing a magnetic allure, and her hair flowed like a silken waterfall.

Her dedication to self-care was evident in her morning routine, a meticulous ritual of choices and preparations that marked the beginning of her day.

Evelyn's wardrobe offered a multitude of choices, reflecting her impeccable fashion sense.

She carefully considered her options, selecting attire that accentuated her beauty and charisma.

Having made her choice, she moved to the bathroom, where the warm embrace of the shower renewed her spirit.

In the gentle cascade of water, she nurtured her elegance, preparing to face the world in all her radiant glory.

As Evelyn stepped out of the refreshing shower, a wave of loneliness engulfed her.

Her momentary happiness upon waking had faded, and the reality of her solitude settled in.

She prepared her breakfast in solitude, her thoughts wandering through the corridors of her mind. She had grown accustomed to this lonely existence.

Evelyn lived alone, a state that had become the norm. Her family dynamics were a source of pain.

She had an older sister, a paragon of excellence, the golden child of their family.

Her father's praise for her sister had been a recurring theme throughout Evelyn's life, leaving her perpetually in the shadows.

She was constantly compared to her extraordinary sister, an unfair and relentless comparison.

She was always the "poor Evelyn," always deemed the least impressive.

Evelyn's mental health had suffered under the weight of this lifelong emotional burden.

She was perpetually alone, her thoughts her only company. No one offered her comfort or solace.

In her childhood, it was her grandmother who had shown her kindness and genuine love. She had been exceptionally close to her grandma.

However, when her grandmother passed away when Evelyn was just 14, the darkness of depression descended upon her.

She had been ignored throughout her life, relegated to the role of the family's "pathetic girl."

With breakfast consumed and the day at the office beckoning, Evelyn prepared to face another day, acutely aware of the ever-ticking clock.

She took the wheel of her car, a symbol of her independence, and merged onto the city's bustling streets.

It was just another morning in her solitary routine. Little did she know that this day would diverge from the ordinary in the most unexpected way.

As she drove, her world was suddenly thrust into chaos by a startling sight.

A woman, seemingly oblivious to the oncoming traffic, stood perilously close to the path of Evelyn's speeding car.

In a fraction of a second, Evelyn's instincts took control, and she swerved to avoid the impending collision.

Yet, despite her evasive maneuvers, the impact seemed inevitable, a horrifying moment that threatened to alter their lives forever.

In that dire instant, a mysterious man materialized, seemingly out of thin air, like a guardian angel sent to protect the vulnerable woman.

He acted with remarkable swiftness, shielding the woman from harm and preventing the devastating collision.

The collective gasp of relief hung in the air, as they all emerged from this near-miss incident visibly shaken, their lives intertwined in a split second of chance.

With the woman now safely out of harm's way, she expressed her gratitude to the enigmatic man who had come to her rescue.

After offering her thanks, she continued on her way, leaving behind a sense of unspoken connection, forged in the brief yet impactful moment of their encounter.

Their eyes had locked, establishing a bond that transcended words.

Evelyn, filled with appreciation, offered a simple "Thank you for helping" before hastening off to her office

A sense of urgency propelling her forward as the clock relentlessly ticked away.

The mysterious man watched as Evelyn's car disappeared into the distance, his heart filled with turmoil. He whispered to himself, "She felt familiar."

An inexplicable ache in his heart left him perplexed, a sense of something significant occurring in that fleeting moment, yet its true significance remained elusive.

Shaking his head, he acknowledged the perplexity of the situation and decided to let the moment slip away, vanishing into the crowd.

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