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The Doomed Destiny

Born with a silver spoon, Sasha Reagan was blessed to be amongst the rich in society. But thanks to her illegitimate title, she was always treated as an outsider in her own family. While growing up in a boarding school, the increasing bank balance was the only proof of her parent's existence in her life. Abandoned by everyone, at the age of 25, she sought medical help for her gluttonous depression. “Doctor, can you suggest some sleeping pills? I am having trouble falling asleep due to nightmares." “Nightmares?” The doctor asks, “Whenever I fall asleep, I am seeing a stranger in my dreams," She sneers, “It seems like we are in love." “You have never been in a relationship. Isn’t it a good thing to have a boyfriend, at least in your dreams?” “Yes, it was a good dream until he pushed me from the top of a building, killing me." Sarcasm ripples in her eyes as she spits out the words. After therapy, she returns home and opens her balcony door only to see a pair of obsidian eyes staring at her. It was him- The man who tries to kill her countless times in her nightmares. Is there any doomed fate other than meeting your killer every day? Yes, falling in love with your killer. But wait, why her step-brother is getting involved in her life? Read more to know about Sasha's journey to find her lost memories under the watchful eyes of her murderer and her stepbrother.

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The Broken Toy

Oblivious to Kris's thoughts, Sasha immediately pursed her lips and pulled her ultimate poker face as if she made some mistake by laughing at someone.

"How can you laugh at someone's face?" Sasha began to curse herself in her head for the grave mistake she has done. However, Kris on the other hand, didn't even pay much attention to what actually troubled Sasha as he tried to open the wine bottle.

"Tufff," Kris applied some pressure on the cork of the wine bottle and all of a sudden it popped open,

"Careful," Sasha almost grabbed his hands on a reflex and pulled it back on the very next moment only to regret actions later,

"You should've hurt yourself," She muttered when she regained her bearings and brushed her hair strands behind her ears as a vague effort to hide her embarrassment.

Well, he is not a weakling who will get hurt by a wine cork,

"Phew, I almost spilled it," Kris gasped and looked at the girl who sat opposite to him with a flustered face.