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Eight Deaths, One Life

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 877    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

bed, gasping for air. I

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was a loading screen. In front of me, a window shimmered into ex

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on file.

age was a series of fo

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k seat. Alex was driving, and Chloe was in the passenger seat next to him, la

e, staring out the window,

ane. I saw Alex' s eyes widen in the rearview mirror. He wrenched

rail. I was slumped in the back, a piece of metal piercing my side, bleeding heavily. Chl

haking his head. He looked around, his eyes

" he sc

over the twisted center console to get to her. He check

p in the corner of my

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ganization's handler. "Carter, rep

"She's... she's not good. I need an

priority is the asset.

. "I haven't checked! I ha

your post. You are l

g. "I'll use a goddamn favor, just get a medical team her

lay her gently on the grass. I watched, as if from a great distance, as the old me b

ended. The whit

ke. It wasn't the chaos of the moment. It was a calculated choice. He valu

g hand, I opene

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ke so thick I couldn't see. I was on the floor, crawling, choking.

esitate. He scooped Chloe into his arms and ran, leaving me on the floor. The last thing

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osed to be a simple meeting, but it went

along for the ride, and shoved her behind a concrete pilla

, three of them. I fell, my eyes on him. He was staring at Chloe, his face a mask

ulation

not to bad luck, but to Alex's unwavering love for another woman. I was not a person to him. I

urned away the last remnants of the gir

had killed her on

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“Alex Carter was supposed to be my protector, my ex-boyfriend whose job it was to keep me safe. But his heart, his entire world, orbited Chloe Davis, his childhood sweetheart and a rising social media influencer. Then came Chloe's fiancé's yacht party, a night I' d lived through eight times before, where masked men stormed the deck and dragged us both below. The kidnapper's satellite phone rang, and Alex' s voice, frantic and raw, filled the small cabin. "What do you want?" he demanded. The voice on the other end was gravelly. "A choice, Mr. Carter. We only have room for one return passenger. Your call. The influencer or the other one." There was no hesitation, not a single agonizing second. "Let Chloe go. Take the money, just let her go." The words hit me harder than any bullet, crushing me with the weight of my own worthlessness as I was untied, dragged to the edge of the yacht, and pushed into the icy water. I had died eight times before, each "favor" Alex cashed in to rewind time, always for Chloe. But the ninth time, as darkness consumed me, a cold, sterile light bloomed behind my eyelids. `...DESPERATE PLEA FOR SELF-RELIANCE DETECTED...` `...OVERRIDING OPERATIVE CARTER'S AUTHORITY...` `...ACTIVATING HIDDEN PROTOCOL...` `[SELF-RESCUE PROTOCOL: ENGAGED]` I wasn't just being revived; I was being granted administrative access to my own mission file, my own life. This time, I' d save myself.”
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