Her Second Life, His Last

Her Second Life, His Last

Gavin

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My sister Eleanor was set to marry Marcus Thorne, a powerful man whose family held immense sway. It was a pre-arranged union, heralded as the cornerstone of a grand alliance between the Harrisons and the Thornes. But my world shattered when I uncovered the horrifying truth: Marcus had orchestrated Eleanor's death, masking it as a "sudden illness." Before I could expose his monstrous secret, a killer's hands clasped my throat. The suffocating scent of expensive oud cologne filled my lungs as my vision faded. My first life ended right there, in my father's study-a place of power that became my tomb. Every attempt to reveal the truth, every desperate plea, was brutally silenced. The injustice was a burning fire within me. How could his heinous crimes go unpunished? The phantom ache of that chokehold, indelibly linked to the memory of that rich, woody scent, fueled an insatiable fury. I died knowing the monster would walk free. But then, I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my silk sheets, sunlight streaming into my room. It was Eleanor's engagement day once more. This wasn't a nightmare; it was a resurrection. This was my second chance. I knew what I had to do: I would marry Marcus Thorne myself, infiltrating his inner circle to save Eleanor and orchestrate his ultimate downfall. This wasn't just survival; it was war.

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My sister Eleanor was set to marry Marcus Thorne, a powerful man whose family held immense sway.

It was a pre-arranged union, heralded as the cornerstone of a grand alliance between the Harrisons and the Thornes.

But my world shattered when I uncovered the horrifying truth: Marcus had orchestrated Eleanor's death, masking it as a "sudden illness."

Before I could expose his monstrous secret, a killer's hands clasped my throat.

The suffocating scent of expensive oud cologne filled my lungs as my vision faded.

My first life ended right there, in my father's study-a place of power that became my tomb.

Every attempt to reveal the truth, every desperate plea, was brutally silenced.

The injustice was a burning fire within me.

How could his heinous crimes go unpunished?

The phantom ache of that chokehold, indelibly linked to the memory of that rich, woody scent, fueled an insatiable fury.

I died knowing the monster would walk free.

But then, I gasped, sitting bolt upright in my silk sheets, sunlight streaming into my room.

It was Eleanor's engagement day once more.

This wasn't a nightmare; it was a resurrection.

This was my second chance.

I knew what I had to do: I would marry Marcus Thorne myself, infiltrating his inner circle to save Eleanor and orchestrate his ultimate downfall.

This wasn't just survival; it was war.

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