Killed By Curse Reborn By Love

"Ms. Greco, the CEO is calling for you," said a man she knew as the CEO's assistant and secretary.

"All right, I'll be there in a moment," Lexie replied.

As soon as the call ended, Lexie stood up from her seat and began walking out of the room toward the elevator that would take her to the CEO's private floor.

Knock... knock... knock...

Lexie knocked on the large door to the CEO's office and waited until it opened on its own before pushing it open a little wider so she could enter.

"Good afternoon, Mr. Constantine. Did you call for me?" Lexie asked, bowing her head politely.

She furrowed her brow slightly as she felt the young man's piercing gaze on her. She wondered if she'd done something wrong to warrant a summons from the CEO, who was known for his strictness.

After all, every executive at the company knew that Gavin Constantine, their CEO, was not only a businessman but also the head of the most feared mafia family in America.

"What's your name?" Gavin's deep, sharp voice pierced Lexie's ears.

"I'm Alexandria Greco, sir," Lexie replied, her head still bowed.

"Look up," Gavin commanded.

Lexie swallowed hard, then raised her face and looked the CEO straight in the eyes. The beautiful woman frowned slightly when she caught a fleeting change in the expression on Gavin's impassive face, as if he were surprised to see her.

"Is there something wrong with my face?" Lexie wondered to herself.

"You're not Alexandria Greco. Who are you, really?" Gavin said sharply.

Lexie raised one eyebrow in surprise. She truly didn't understand what the young man was trying to say.

"What do you mean, Mr. Constantine? I really don't understand," Lexie said.

"Let me rephrase my question: whose soul is controlling Alexandria Greco's body right now?" Gavin said, still in a sharp tone.

Lexie blinked. "I don't get it, Sir?"

In truth, Lexie could follow the direction of Gavin's line of questioning. But what she didn't understand was how this man knew about her and if he did know, Lexie needed to figure out whether Gavin was a friend or foe.

She'd been through so much that she'd become extremely wary of everyone. Lexie was also so used to not relying on others, knowing she'd surely die again within a year at most.

So rather than sparking her curiosity, Gavin's words only heightened her fear and wariness.

"Ah, you're certainly no fool," Gavin muttered, loud enough for Lexie to hear.

The beautiful woman squeezed the hem of her dress slightly upon hearing the young CEO's mutter. She wanted to yell at the man, but remembering Gavin's reputation as a mobster, Lexie held back.

"Don't break your death record this time by making it the shortest one yet, Lexie. That man is dangerous," she thought to herself.

Gavin stared intently at Lexie, who had now lowered her gaze again. "All right, you may go."

"Ah,"

"Excuse me, sir,"

Lexie, taken aback that Gavin had suddenly told her to leave after asking such a strange question, chose to obey his order immediately rather than linger any longer.

Lexie flung herself into her chair as soon as she reached her own office. "Damn! That guy is really creepy."

Knock... knock... knock...

Lexie jumped in surprise upon hearing a knock at the door. She calmed her racing heart before asking whoever was behind the door to come in.

"Ms. Greco, the meeting is about to start," it turned out to be her assistant who had knocked on the door and reminded her about their important meeting.

"Ah, I'll be right there," Lexie replied.

The beautiful woman breathed a sigh of relief before standing up again and walking out with a notebook in her hand.

"Lexie, I heard the CEO called for you?" Vivi, another executive who was a close friend of Alexandria Greco, whispered to her as Lexie sat down in the chair right next to her.

"Yes," Lexie replied.

"What for?" Vivi asked curiously, since the CEO rarely called employees into his office.

"Just to discuss some work there's a report of mine he didn't understand," Lexie explained.

"Oh, for a moment there I thought our CEO had finally taken an interest in the goddess of Constantine Corp," Vivi teased.

As soon as Lexie began to adjust to her new body, she immediately realized that at this company, Alexandria Greco was nicknamed by her friends as the "goddess of Constantine Corp."

That nickname wasn't surprising, given Alexandria's above-average looks. She was tall and slender with perfect curves like a top model, a beautiful face framed by blonde hair, and mesmerizing gray eyes.

Something that clearly didn't belong to Alexandria Higgins, the young woman who had been a victim of World War II in the 1940s.

"What are you talking about? As if our CEO just likes women. I'm sure he's not normal," Lexie snapped.

Vivi fell silent, causing Lexie to turn toward her and find the woman looking down intently. Instantly, Lexie got a bad feeling; she turned and saw Gavin Constantine standing tall right beside her. The man had clearly heard her last comment.

Gavin gave her a wry smile before leaning in close to Lexie's ear and whispering, "I assure you that I'm still perfectly normal, Miss Greco."

After saying that, Gavin walked over to the large chair in the center of the conference room, ignoring the shocked stares of all the employees present who had witnessed his behavior just moments ago.

"Let's start the meeting," he said calmly, completely unfazed.

Throughout the meeting, Lexie who had been extremely unsettled ever since Gavin whispered in her ear couldn't concentrate on the meeting's agenda. Her mind seemed to be urging her to run away immediately from the predator who was targeting her.

"I'll really go crazy if this keeps up."

Fortunately, that day's meeting ended without incident especially on Lexie's part since she hadn't been able to focus at all on following the proceedings. She hurried to gather her things and headed out of the room before a deep voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Miss Greco, please stay a moment. I still need to discuss something regarding your report," Gavin said, paying no attention to the other employees still present.

Lexie instinctively held her breath, then turned back to sit with her back straight. When the room was empty and only the two of them remained, Gavin said something that made her eyes widen in disbelief.

"I still want an answer to my question from earlier, Miss Greco. I'm giving you one week to give me an answer, or I'll fire you."

*******

A few hours before Gavin's confrontation with Lexie regarding her identity, he was seen looking intently at Charles, the head butler who had faithfully served him for the past few hundred years.

"What do you think? I'm sure she's no ordinary person there's something about her that draws me in-but she's also not like me," Gavin remarked.

"I'm still trying to figure it out, young master. My initial guess is that this might have something to do with Circe's curse (the goddess of magic in Greek mythology)," said Charles.

"Ugh! That old woman again," Gavin said sarcastically.

"All right, find out more and give me a report."

*******

Lexie walked down a deserted street toward her apartment. That night, she felt the streets she was passing through were much quieter than usual.

BANG...

The sound of a gunshot made her stop in her tracks. Lexie looked around warily, trying to figure out where the shot came from but saw nothing.

BANG... BANG... BANG...

The sound of gunfire rang out again and again; this time, it was getting closer to where Lexie was standing. She then frantically quickened her pace.

"Damn! It can't be time yet, can it? The tattoo is still faint have the rules changed?" Lexie muttered as she half ran.

The woman let out a slight sigh of relief when she realized she had reached the final turn, just a few dozen meters from her apartment.

"Damn it!" Lexie cursed when she saw several men blocking her path.

She turned and ran toward one of the narrow alleys, trying to evade them, she knew they were chasing her.

Lexie recognized one of them; the tattoos on their arms bore the symbol of a mafia group she knew to be extremely dangerous.

They were responsible for several murders and the flow of illegal drugs in the city. Even the police and the government were powerless against them. Furthermore, several mysterious murders which had surged sharply in the city were also linked to them.

"I guess I can't rely on my tattoo anymore," Lexie thought gloomily.

DRAP... DRAP... DRAP...

The sound of her pursuers' footsteps grew closer as Lexie emerged from the narrow alley. The beautiful woman picked up her pace without looking back.

"Damn it!"

Lexie spotted a man standing upright not far ahead of her, a gun pointed right at her. She abruptly stopped in her tracks.

Panting heavily, she squinted, trying to recognize the man, but the pitch-black darkness where he stood made it nearly impossible.

As her pursuers closed in, Lexie could do nothing but freeze in resignation. She clearly couldn't move forward, nor could she retreat.

CLICK...

The sound of the pistol's safety being disengaged made Lexie instantly close her eyes, bracing herself for the pain she might feel once again as she faced her death this time.

BANG... BANG... BANG... BANG...

The man fired a rapid burst without hesitation. Lexie reflexively covered both her ears with her hands.

However, when she realized not a single bullet had struck her, Lexie opened her eyes and turned around to find that all her pursuers had already collapsed with fatal gunshot wounds.

Tap... tap... tap...

The sound of firm footsteps behind her-coming from the person who had fired the rapid-fire shots-made Lexie swallow hard. She turned her head slowly, and her eyes widened in shock when she finally recognized who it was.

"Mr. Constantine."