Sewa_Blake

What if your heart remembers what your mind has long forgotten?

Ava Sullivan is a grounded, hardworking barista trying to rebuild her life after years of feeling like something someone is missing. Haunted by vivid, recurring dreams of a life she never lived, she begins to question the strange familiarity she feels toward a man she meets by chance: Leo Carter. His eyes spark a memory. His voice echoes through time. And in his presence, her soul trembles with recognition.

When Ava discovers an unfinished portrait in a quiet art gallery a painting of her own face her world begins to unravel. The painting was done by Leo… but he has no memory of ever starting it.

As fragmented dreams grow more vivid, Ava begins to piece together a shocking truth: In another life, she was Isabella Reed, a powerful businesswoman torn between love and duty. And Leo? He was Liam Carter the man she loved and lost in a tragedy that still echoes across time.

Bound by fate and drawn together by memories that refuse to die, Ava and Leo must uncover the secrets of their shared past before history repeats itself. But some forces will do anything to keep the past buried…

Will love conquer time itself? Or are some lifetimes meant to end in heartbreak?

Love beyond Lifetimes

Some betrayals wear masks. Others bare their teeth with a kiss. But the deepest scars are carved by the hands you once trusted the most.

Rain lashed against the glass windows of the Reed estate. The masquerade ball was in full swing. Elegance cloaked in shadows. Silk gowns, champagne flutes, and silver masks.

Isabella moved like a storm through the crowd, heart racing under her velvet dress. Her diamond-encrusted mask did little to hide the fear in her eyes.

Liam was supposed to meet her at midnight by the east garden.

Escape the deals, the blackmail, the power games. Just love,just freedom.

The music was too loud. The guests too hollow. Everyone was performing, but no one was watching.

Celeste stood across the ballroom, face half-hidden behind a white feathered mask. Her smile never reached her eyes.

She turned to leave but was stopped by Vincent.

"You always loved a dramatic exit," he said, lifting his mask. "But this time, you're staying until the end."

"I'm not yours to keep," she snapped.

He leaned in. "Then you shouldn't have made promises you couldn't keep."

Before she could speak again, Celeste was beside him.

"She looks beautiful tonight," Celeste said sweetly, brushing Isabella's shoulder. "Like a fallen star."

"Don't touch me," Isabella said, stepping back.

"Touch?" Celeste raised an eyebrow. "I already took everything."

Then her voice dropped to a whisper. "He's not coming, Isabella. He won't make it."

Celeste's smile widened. "He made the mistake of loving you. That always ends badly in our world."

Panic surged. Isabella turned and ran heels clicking against the marble floors, lungs burning.

Only his silver chain, lying in the dirt.

Ava jerked awake, tears spilling down her cheeks.

Liam gripped her arm, fear etched across his face. "What did you remember?"

Her voice cracked. "You were ambushed. You never made it to me."

He closed his eyes, jaw tightening. "I always wondered… why I never remembered how I died."

She turned to him. "Celeste. She orchestrated it. She took everything from me."

Ava rose from the bed, breath shaking.

Liam stood too. "Then we'll find her together."

But neither of them saw the message waiting on Ava's phone an anonymous number.

The Final Masquerade