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. 



The Doomed Destiny

Whenever Sasha feels down, having macarons or Tiramisu puts her mind at ease. But how this man managed to read her mind and bring her favorite snacks? 


She opened the macaron box and took one of them to take a bite. 


"Damn, it was too good..." She almost winced when the sudden sweetness spread over her mouth, sending happy hormones over her body. 


Sasha took a seat and savored on the little piece of happiness that came in a box. 


She craved to taste the Tiramisu too, but once she starts eating desserts then there will be no going back. 


No matter how much she likes them- she should control her sweet cravings. 


What if she gets fat or worse, gets diabetes? 


For the sake of her health and her reluctance towards workout, she even put control over carbohydrate intake. But how can she say no to sweets, that too someone's gifts? 


Reluctantly, Sasha closed the box and kept it away from her reach. 


She let out a sigh as she took the spoon and began into the rice on her plate. 


The perfect husband material