Killed By Curse Reborn By Love

"Mr. Constantine,"

Lexie said softly, her eyes wide, while Gavin merely gave her a faint smile. The young man then took Lexie's hand and practically dragged her along with him.

"Get in!" he ordered as he opened the door to his luxury car.

"W-where are you taking me?" Lexie stammered.

"Take your pick, miss. Stay here and become a target for those mobsters because you're a witness to their crimes, or come with me," Gavin said sharply.

Lexie immediately got into the car after hearing that. She even reached for the seatbelt and fastened it right away.

Vrooom...

Gavin immediately sped off as soon as he got behind the wheel. He stared straight ahead at the road in front of him without glancing at Lexie, who had been nervously staring at him the whole time.

"Mr. Constantine, where are you taking me?" Lexie asked.

"My mansion," Gavin replied curtly.

Lexie finally shifted her attention out the window after seeing the cold expression on her CEO's face. She lost the courage to ask any more questions after that and simply let the man take her wherever he wanted.

Gavin steered the car into the driveway of a magnificent mansion. Lexie's eyes sparkled with awe at the beauty of the mansion. With its Mediterranean style blended with contemporary design, the mansion truly left her in awe.

"Let's get out," Gavin said after parking the car.

Lexie nodded, unbuckled her seatbelt, opened the door, and stepped out of the car.

"Follow me," Gavin ordered, and Lexie obediently followed in his footsteps.

The young man led her to the dining room, where a variety of dishes were already laid out on the table.

"Have dinner with me, and then I'll show you to your room. You can rest there tonight tomorrow morning I'll take you back to your apartment," Gavin stated in a final, non-negotiable tone.

Lexie obediently pulled out a chair, sat down, and began serving herself once Gavin had started eating.

She enjoyed the delicious dinner in silence, not daring to speak to the CEO, who also seemed focused on his meal. After dinner, Gavin led her upstairs and took her to a very spacious room.

"This is your room. Towels and toiletries are already there get some rest," Gavin said, pointing toward the bathroom before stepping out of the room.

"Um, Mr. Constantine," Lexie called out, causing the man to stop in his tracks and turn to face her.

"May I ask what you were doing in that area earlier? Were you involved in any trouble with those people?" Lexie asked, having been curious all along about why the man was there.

"I wasn't the one causing trouble they were the ones causing trouble for me. Dealing in illegal drugs as a cover for committing murder in my territory is just asking for trouble. I was there to clean up the mess," Gavin explained bluntly.

"Murder?" Lexie squeaked, confused.

Gavin just gave her a knowing smile. "You'll probably see it in the news later."

Lexie fell silent and decided not to pursue the topic any further.

"Thank you for saving me, for the delicious dinner, and for a place to stay tonight," said Lexie with a sincere smile, mentally listing each of the favors she owed the man.

Gavin simply nodded, "Yes, get some rest, Alexandria."

Lexie was taken aback when she heard Gavin no longer call her Miss Greco but by her first name. Not wanting to dwell on it any further, she finally decided to freshen up before heading to bed and falling asleep shortly afterward.

The woman had only been asleep for a few minutes when her breathing began to quicken, a dream was making her restless in her sleep.

******

"Mom, Dad, I'm heading out," a young woman dressed in a nurse's uniform said, saying goodbye to a middle-aged couple who nodded in response.

"Good morning!" she greeted her fellow nurses cheerfully as she joined those who had arrived before her.

"Good morning, Hera. Looks like you're in a great mood today," one of them teased.

She chuckled softly. "Ah, maybe because I finally get to take a day off tomorrow."

"Oh, nice! What are you planning to do on your day off?" her colleague asked curiously.

"Sleep." That single-word answer brought a burst of laughter from everyone around her.

"Hey, look! Isn't that Dr. Constantine?" another nurse chimed in excitedly, pointing at a young man in a doctor's coat who had just walked into the area.

"Right? He's so handsome," another agreed.

Hera simply rolled her eyes, having no intention of joining in as they immediately got absorbed in gossiping about the new doctor.

"I'm going to make my rounds first," she told her colleagues, who nodded in response.

She stepped away to visit each ward and check on her patients, occasionally chatting warmly with a few she knew quite well.

This was her daily routine at work, and without her realizing it, nearly a year had passed since Lexie woke up in the body of Hera Visser.

"The tattoo is becoming much clearer," Lexie murmured, furrowing her brow.

A few days after her soul had somehow awakened in Hera Visser's body-specifically in the year 1945, five years after her death in 1940-Lexie had noticed an intricately carved tattoo on her back. At first, the mark had been faint, but now it was growing increasingly prominent.

The young woman bit her lower lip, thinking how strange it all was. Deep down, she couldn't shake a bad feeling about it.

Lexie took a slow breath, exhaled, and whispered to herself, "No, nothing is going to happen. You've already died once, Lexie. There's nothing left to fear."

_____

"WATCH OUT!"

CRASH!

It was too late. Lexie, who was about to cross the street and had only just turned her head upon hearing someone yell, didn't have time to dodge as a speeding truck slammed straight into her.

The impact sent her flying, slamming her down onto the asphalt with a sickening thud. An excruciating surge of pain paralyzed her entire body.

Through her open eyes, she caught a glimpse of a man in a doctor's coat standing at the side of the road where she had been just moments before.

"Dr. Constantine," she thought, right before darkness swallowed her whole.

_______

"Susan, look at that guy-he's so handsome!" a young woman, Susan's best friend, said while pointing toward a man who had just walked into the bar.

The year was 1975 in Salt Lake City, and Lexie had once again awakened, this time in the body of a young college student named Susan Curtis.

Her life had been quite peaceful over the past few months, allowing her to genuinely enjoy this latest iteration of her reincarnation cycle-so much so that she had decided to join her friend for a night out at a local club.

The young man they were talking about was indeed striking, but for some reason, Lexie felt like she had seen him somewhere before.

She watched him intently until their eyes suddenly met, causing her to instantly look away, embarrassed at getting caught staring.

"Looks like you're interested," her friend teased.

"It's not like that. He just looks familiar, like I've seen him somewhere," Lexie countered.

"You're definitely imagining things, Susan. This is the first time we've ever seen a guy that good-looking," her friend ribbed her again.

Lexie simply rolled her eyes and shrugged indifferently, realizing it was pointless to explain. The two of them then headed down to the dance floor and began to blend into the crowd.

As she got lost in the music, Lexie didn't notice that the young man they had been talking about earlier was now staring right back at her, his eyes fixed firmly on her.

******

"Haaaaah!"

"Hosh... hosh..."

Once again, Lexie woke up in the middle of the night after having a dream-this time, not a flashback of Alexandria Greco's life, but a glimpse of her own life as Hera Visser and Susan Curtis.

"It can't be, it can't be him," Lexie whispered as she recalled her dream.

In that dream, Lexie finally remembered why she felt so familiar with Gavin. He had been there-80 years ago in 1945 when she was Hera Visser, and 50 years ago in 1975 when she was Susan Curtis.