when dying wasn't enough

when dying wasn't enough

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She wanted to die. He wanted her dead. Somewhere in between, they almost fell in love." Sarina is done with life. Her days are heavy, her nights haunted. Death feels like the only peace she'll ever know... until strange things start happening around her. People she barely knows are being murdered. And somehow, she's the one being blamed. Then she meets him - Darren. Charming. Quiet. Deadly. He doesn't just kill people. He enjoys it. And Sarina? She's next on his list. But when death stares her in the face, something inside her changes. She doesn't want to die anymore. Not like this. Not by his hands. So she does the unthinkable: pretends to fall for him. Two killers. One lie. A game of love, death, and survival. Because sometimes, dying isn't the end... it's just the beginning.
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- She never expected her life to turn this way. A woman devoted to saving lives, a doctor who had sacrificed sleep, sanity, and sometimes even her own happiness, just to keep her patients alive. Every day was a battle against death itself-and often, she lost. Each failure left scars no one could see. And then came Chase. A man draped in darkness, a mafia whose hands were stained with blood. He was everything she despised-ruthless, merciless, a predator in a world where she had vowed to be a healer. Falling in love with someone like him was the last thing she ever wanted. Yet the heart is a traitor. Against her will, against her reason, it beat faster whenever he was near. But fate played cruel games. For the very patients she fought desperately to save, the bodies brought in broken and bleeding... were victims of the very man she loved. His bullets created the wounds she stitched, his violence the cause of the shadows beneath her tired eyes. She asked herself a thousand times- How could she love a monster? And yet, every time she looked at him, she found the answer buried in the silence between them: Because sometimes, the heart chooses even when the soul refuses.

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