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His terrifying past identity is no longer confined to his dreams.

What would seem like a gift to most is a dangerous curse for Evan Storm. After encountering his nightmare doppelganger in waking life, he must accept there’s no escaping from the cruel man he was in a previous lifetime. There’s no therapy that can fix his soul. No medicine. Nothing.

Her fate is repeating itself.

Then Evan meets his new neighbor, a woman with an uncanny resemblance to his wife in their past lives. Shadow Hex is trying to escape her dangerous ex-fiancé, who works for the Secret Eye Agency—a shadowy organization with sinister motives. He’ll always be after her. As long as she’s alive, she’ll always be looking over her shoulder. There’s no escape besides death.

When Shadow and Evan meet, everything begins to make sense. He resolves to protect her in order to make up for his wrongdoings in their previous lifetime. But when he and Shadow grow close, the Secret Eye Agency intervenes, throwing their precarious relationship into turmoil.

Saving Shadow might cost Evan this life. And can he really protect her from her fate when he’s already a part of it?

Chapter 1

Their fairytale all started with one look.

Derek Will fell in love with Samantha Moore. Everyone envied their love story. He was the perfect gentleman and she was the beauty with class.

Six months after dating, Derek proposed on one knee with a 5.36-carat yellow cushion cut micropavé halo diamond. It was stunning to the eyes and left Samantha in awe. But that was far from important.

After the honeymoon phase ended, things started to settle in—and that’s when Samantha realized who Derek really was.

The night took a sickening twist in the home of Derek and Samantha Will.

Derek came home, aggravated about something unclear to Samantha. Derek had changed slowly after marriage. There were no more late-night conversations or handholding. Derek expected Samantha to clean, cook, and keep the house well-maintained without any kind of help. It was unusual to find a housewife who lived in Pool View not to have a maid. With the kind of money Derek brought home, there was no question as to why they couldn’t afford a maid, a butler, and a gardener. Derek’s intentions were to keep Samantha locked in the house as long as he could, and it was exactly how things panned out. He went to work and was successful at his job, while Samantha stayed at home and made sure the house was tidy and in order before Derek came home. But today, it wasn’t the diurnal routine Samantha was prepared for.

Samantha had been throwing up all morning, so as like any other human being, she rested. Samantha slept all through the afternoon, only waking half an hour before Derek’s arrival. She started on dinner, hoping Derek wouldn’t arrive earlier than usual, but it seemed that the universe was not on her side.

Derek arrived home, pissed about something—it had to be something work related, she figured, but it wasn’t Samantha’s place to ask. According to Derek, it was none of her business.

Derek walked into the kitchen only to find dinner wasn’t set on the kitchen table like it had been every day for the past five years. He glared at Samantha, assuming she had been out in the city having a good time, or having an affair. Even if she attempted to explain herself, he wouldn’t believe her. Instead he’d believe whatever he made up in his mind because that was what he believed to be true.

The silence frightened Samantha. She had no idea what to expect.

Derek took the pot of boiling pasta and watched the water drain in the sink, then threw the pasta all over the kitchen floor. Samantha backed away slowly, not wanting him anywhere near her. The farther she was, the better. But where could she possibly go? She watched his every move. Her heartbeat rang in her ears.

He stood still for a moment, looking around. Samantha eyed the knife that lay on the counter, which she had been using to cut the lettuce. She sensed Derek knew what she was thinking. His eyes followed hers, but once again Samantha quickly became his center of attention. He inched forward, looking at her. She saw the anger, rage, and frustration in his eyes and knew in her gut he was going to take it out on her. But it was just a matter of how.

“I thought I made it clear. Dinner should have been on the table by the time I walked in through that door,” he growled. His voice rose. “You take me as an idiot, don’t you?”

Samantha shook her head. “No,” she quickly answered.

“I work my ass off every single day to make a life for us,” he continued. “All I ask from you is to clean this house, and put food on the damn table! But you can’t even manage to do that, can you?!”

The corner of his mouth lifted as he unbuckled his belt and admired its thickness.

“Oh god,” she whispered under her breath.

Her eyes filled with fear as Derek took a step in her direction. Samantha moved but not quickly enough. She knew all of it would be over sooner if she just took the beating. If she tried to escape, it would only anger him more. Derek came at her and whipped her across the back and then across her chest.

His wife’s crying pleas didn’t stop Derek. He continued to slash her with his belt until he felt satisfied, but the beating didn’t end there either. He gripped his hands tight around her neck until her face turned pale, then shoved her to the ground. A mischievous grin crept across his face as he stared at Samantha struggling. She lay there coughing, uttering the words “I’m sorry.” But Derek didn’t care if she was sorry or if she was sick. He was going to make her miserable until she bled.

Derek continued to whip Samantha across her back, only to turn her over and continue the lashing across her chest and stomach. Her wails became louder.

“Derek!” she cried out. “Please!”

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her across the kitchen, into the living room where he continued to severely lash Samantha on the face. She covered her head in agony.

“Derek! Please stop. I-I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

He forced her hands away from her face, then slapped her once, twice then a third time before he brought the brutal beating to an end. He stood baring over her as she lay on the floor.

Samantha’s eyes, red, began to swell. By the end of the night, they would be swollen shut. Her lips were cracked. Her teeth were covered in blood. Her back and chest ached. She could see the blood on the white carpet, through her blurry vision. Her mind slowly began to shut down.

Derek turned her face over with his foot so he could see the pain in her eyes. He looked at her and shook his head in disgust.

His voice was calmer now. “None of this would’ve happened if you made dinner. When will you learn?” He scoffed. “I’m tired, so don’t waste your time in the kitchen…but I do want this mess cleaned up before you go to bed,” he said, fanning his index finger over the blood on the carpet. “This all better be spotless by the time I wake up tomorrow morning, do you understand?”

Samantha gave no response. She merely couldn’t. It hurt to move her lips, and she had no energy to speak.

“I didn’t hear you. What did you say?” he said, expecting a response he knew he wasn’t going to get, but he was going to force it out of her anyway. “I can’t hear you, Samantha. It’s not that hard to say yes.”

Samantha used all her strength to nod, agreeing to do what he asked her.

“I need to hear you say it. Say the word, Samantha. I know you can do it. I need a verbal agreement.” He crouched near her.

She could hear Derek breathing over her. Again, with all the strength she had left in her, through her swollen and bleeding lips, between sobs, Samantha uttered the word “Yes.”

Satisfied, Derek went upstairs, leaving Samantha on the living room floor.

There was really nothing she could do. She had no money. She didn’t have a way of making her own living. Derek, the clever man he was, gave her the option of leaving. But where would she go? To her family? She was too ashamed to ask them to take her in. They warned her for marrying Derek in the first place. Did she listen? No. She dropped out of college and gave up everything to be with this man and…now he’d taken her life. It came as a shock to Samantha that after all this, he still continued to let her breathe. Why not end her life instead?

And then…

About the author

Gurpreet would often find herself at the receiving end of a cold stare from one of her teachers -reprimanding her for working on literary ventures when she should have been paying attention. All those secretive moments spent scribbling paid off, and now Gurpreet’s launching her debut novel “STORM”. view profile

Published on July 24, 2018

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80000 words

Contains explicit content ⚠️

Genre: Thriller & suspense

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