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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 first thing in the new year

"You missed an opportunity and why bother looking at her now?"

"Hmm?" Kris who was immersed in watching Sasha's parting figure beseeched without averting his eyes from the mirror, when he heard his assistant pointed out something.

Philippe covered his mouth in startlement when he realized that he unknowingly spoke out his mind.

Thank God, Kris didn't clearly hear his assistant question, otherwise hell would have broken,

"Did you say anything, Phil?" Kris asked as he gave a sidelong glance at Philippe, "I think I heard something,"

"Oh, that...I... I was wondering what made Miss Sasha ride with us and what did she even say before leaving the car. Was it a thank you?" Philippe tried to pull his iconic poker face and asked casually to save him from danger,