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Evelyn Carter writes love stories for a living, but after a heartbreak that shattered her faith in romance, she no longer believes in the happily-ever-afters she creates. Love is just fiction—until a mysterious letter arrives at her doorstep.  

Postmarked ten years ago and filled with soul-stirring confessions, the letter speaks of a love that was meant to last forever. The only problem? It’s signed by Theo Bennett, a brooding literary agent who openly despises romance novels—and swears he never wrote it.  

Determined to uncover the truth, Evelyn and Theo reluctantly team up to trace the origins of the letter. But as they dig deeper, secrets unravel, timelines blur, and an undeniable connection between them resurfaces.  

If fate is real, then this letter is proof that some love stories are written long before we ever live them. But is Evelyn ready to believe in love again—especially when the ending remains unwritten?  

A slow-burn, fate-driven urban romance about second chances, forgotten pasts, and a love that refuses to be lost.

Letters From Another Lifetime

Evelyn. His Evelyn. The woman he would kill for. The woman he would die for.

A storm surged inside him, a violent, uncontrollable rage.

Kade rubbed his eyes groggily. "Theo? What's—"

Kade caught it. His eyes landed on the screen. He stilled.

Theo's hands curled into fists. His voice was dark, dangerous. "Get up."

Kade hesitated. "Theo, we don't—"

Kade didn't argue this time. He grabbed his gun, pulling on his jacket. "What's the plan?"

Theo's jaw was locked so tight it ached. "We go to Elias."

Evelyn sat on the leather couch, staring at the glass of whiskey Elias had poured her.

Elias sat across from her, lounging with that ever-present smirk. "You're thinking too much."

Evelyn met his gaze. "And you're too comfortable."

His smirk deepened. "Oh, Evelyn. You and I both know the real game has already begun."

The guards barely had time to react before two figures stormed inside.

Theo's gun was raised, finger on the trigger. But his eyes—his eyes were locked onto her.

And they were filled with nothing but betrayal.

"Stand down," Elias said lazily, motioning to his guards. "Let's not be rude to our guests."

Theo's voice was lethal. "Shut the hell up."

But Evelyn? She couldn't look away from Theo.

His jaw was tight, his expression carved from stone. But it was his eyes that hurt the most.

Like she had just ripped his heart out.

"Explain," he said, voice dangerously low.

"No." He stepped closer, gun still raised. "I want the truth. Now."

Then—Elias laughed. "Oh, this is delicious."

Theo snapped his gun toward Elias in an instant. "One more word, and you're dead."

Elias simply raised a brow. "And what about her?" He tilted his head toward Evelyn. "Is she dead to you too?"

Evelyn's fingers twitched. "I did what I had to."

Theo flinched like she had slapped him.

Kade exhaled sharply. "Evelyn, what the hell—"

Elias leaned back, sipping his whiskey. "You see, brother, your lovely little Evelyn is finally using her brain."

Evelyn forced herself to stay still.

"You think this is smart?" Theo's voice was hoarse, raw. "Shaking hands with a man who would kill you the second it benefits him?"

Evelyn exhaled. "I'm playing the long game."

Theo's laugh was cold. "Bullshit."

She clenched her fists. "You're not seeing the whole picture."

"The whole picture?" Theo's hand shook."You want to know what I see, Evelyn? I see the woman I trust more than anyone standing beside the man who wants me dead."

Elias chuckled. "That does sound bad when you say it like that."

Theo didn't even look at him this time. His gaze was locked onto Evelyn.

"I risked everything for you." His voice cracked. "And this is what you do?"

Evelyn's throat tightened. "Theo, please."

Elias hummed. "Well. This has been fun." He glanced at Evelyn. "Shall I assume you're staying?"

Then—he did something that shattered her entirely.

"If you're staying," he said quietly, voice filled with pain, "then we're done."

But Theo was already walking away.

The Reckoning