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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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"Have a good day," Sasha said and began to walk towards the exit.

"You too," Philippe stole the chance of biding farewell from his boss who was lost in thoughts.

"Have a great day,"

Sasha took a few steps and stopped in her tracks as if she remembered something.

She turned back and went on to ask Kris,

“Do you have a moment?”

Mistaking that question was for him, Philippe opened his mouth to reply.

But an ice-cold glare fell on his back, he immediately shut his mouth and slowly looked behind to see a fuming beast aka his angry boss.

“Is he going to get nagged before the pretty neighbour or boss is going to nag Miss Sasha for wasting their time?” Philippe glances at the man who is striding towards him,

“Boss, I,” Philippe tried to explain, but words refused to leave his mouth and cold sweats ran down his face,

However, instead of stopping before him, Kris walked past Philippe and moved to the girl who stood away from them.