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The Day I Chose My Own Destiny

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 723    |    Released on: 10/06/2025

led, mended broken bodies, but it coul

ched life, stood over me. His face, once handsom

s. They found her. The orchid exp

e she lay, Veronica Croft, his true

commanded, his voice

ng away from a wound he'd inflicted. "My blood

r listened. He saw my ref

cruelty. He watched as I bled o

ok me, a whisper from a ter

Veronica... she wa

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whole.

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he one wh

on the wall

moned me. The day Ethan, paralyzed from a reckles

cond

ock. The d

's mother, imperious even

ht with forced composure. "My son, Et

stark contrast to the turmoil

Mrs. Va

's little hope. But we've hear

hings would

ions, especially those brought on by extreme arrogance and a disreg

d slightly. A f

ace a mask of frustration and pa

er?" he sneered. "Get on wit

gance. The sa

e devoid of warmth. "I'm afraid t

e flushing. "Mother, what

d. "Miss Hayes, please

r son's condition... it's quite hopeless, I'm afraid. Perhaps he should h

nched. "How

"Besides, I hear his girlfriend, Miss Croft, is on a valiant que

an's eyes blazed with a fa

Veronica wi

needing my services

rm. "Please, Miss Ha

for your son's predicament, Mrs. Vande

ng something against the wall, his ro

Let hi

ached me, her eyes red-rimm

Bridget O'Connell. My son... Liam... he was in the

nell. Etha

y hands. "They say you can perfor

cho. But this time,

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“My blood was a rare gift, able to heal any wound and mend broken bodies. In my first wretched life, it bound me to Ethan Vanderbilt, who saw my power as his sole property. But my gift couldn't bring back the dead, a truth Ethan refused to accept when his "true love," Veronica, lay lifeless before him. Consumed by a twisted grief not for me, he cruelly watched as my own life bled out from a wound he inflicted. I died a slow, agonizing death, powerless against his vengeful madness. As darkness claimed me, a maid's faint whisper revealed a chilling secret: Veronica wasn't where they claimed; her death wasn't an accident. "Another man... his wife found out." My entire torment, my very death, was built on a monstrous lie. The utter injustice of it burned, even as I faded. Then, I gasped, whole and alive, in a hospital room. The calendar date confirmed it: I was back to the very day Ethan first summoned me. This time, I wouldn't be his victim. This time, I had a choice. This was my second chance.”
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