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After some hours of driving, I started to see familiar places that I knew before I died, and soon enough, we got to Lious Street. I looked around as a small smile tugged at my lips. The street was still the same as before. Nothing changed—the same cracked pavements, the same old shops, the same people sitting outside like they had nothing else to do. It felt strange. It felt like stepping into the past and watching myself from somewhere above. “Where would you be dropping off, kid?” the old man asked me. I turned to him and smiled innocently. I pointed forward. “There. That building right there.” He looked ahead, nodded, and slowly drove the car until he stopped exactly where I pointed. I opened the door, but before I stepped down, I looked back at him. “Thank you,” I said softly. He only nodded. But even after I closed the door and started walking into the building, I noticed he didn’t drive off immediately. I entered the building and started climbing the stairs toward

I felt a sharp cut run through my heart as I gasped in shock. Couple? The word echoed in my skull, loud and painful. The woman stared at me for a moment, then turned back to Caleb. “Are you sure you don’t know this kid?” she asked him. He shook his head. She stepped toward me gently as she took my hand and guided me to sit on the couch. “What’s your name?” she asked softly. “Eli,” I said. And the moment that name left my lips, Caleb’s eyes widened. It was like the memory hit him. He walked forward to the woman as he touched her shoulders. “Babe, can I speak to this kid? Just the both of us?” The woman looked between me and Caleb. “Alright,” the woman said, standing up. “I’ll give you two privacy.” She walked toward the mansion entrance, and the guard followed her out. The moment the door closed, Caleb stepped closer and sat across from me. “You said your name is Eli?” he asked with a strange tone in his voice. I nodded. “Does the name ring a bell?” I asked him,

~~~~~~The Next Morning~~~~~ Eli’s POV I screamed as I opened my eyes. My body jerked upright before I even understood where I was. My chest felt tight, like someone had pressed a heavy stone against it. I grabbed my shirt and rubbed the spot slowly, trying to calm the sharp pain that refused to leave. The dream again. That same man in a blue suit. He stood in front of me in the darkness, his face unclear but his anger very clear. His eyes burned as his voice echoed. Even now, sitting on the bed, I could still feel it. The fear, the anger and the pain. Who exactly is that man? Why does he keep showing up in my dreams? Why does he keep talking about revenge? And why do I feel like his pain is my own? I pressed my palm harder against my chest. It hurts here. I was still trying to think when the door opened quietly. I looked up. The same woman Caleb introduced as his wife walked in. Even seeing her standing there made something twist painfully inside me. Each time I see

Eli’s POV I looked at Kyle who was sitting beside me with a serious and irritated expression. We were in the back seat of a black luxury car, heading to the event Elder Brother had mentioned. The air inside the car felt heavy. Kyle had not said a word since we left the mansion, and I did not bother to start a conversation. Earlier, I found out that the event was Elder brother graduation ceremony. After today, he would fully step into Dad’s company and start handling major responsibilities. I was not surprised that he was chosen to give the graduation speech. Being the heir to the top company in the country meant expectations were high. Failure was not an option. I rested my head against the window and watched the buildings pass by. When I first realized I was in the body of the richest man’s son, I had been excited. I thought I would spend money freely, enjoy luxury, and live comfortably without worry. But as days passed and I observed this family, I understood something cl

Eli’s POV ~~~~~~~Three Weeks~~~~ It had been three weeks since the graduation ceremony, and my life had fallen into a routine I could not escape. Ironically, it was the kind of life I once wished for—peaceful, stable and controlled. No desperate fights for survival. But now that I had it, the days felt slow. Predictable and almost dull. Every morning i wake up, I never miss to stand in front of the mirror and check my height against the mark I had drawn on the wall. I did it every single day without fail. And yes, there was progress. My body was slowly catching up. I no longer looked like a fragile child. I now had the height of a fifteen-year-old boy. My shoulders had broadened slightly, and my voice had deepened just a little. Anyone looking at me would know I was a teenager now. But I was still far from who I used to be. Dad had noticed my obsession with measuring my height. “You’ll grow when you grow,” he had said one morning while watching me stand against the wall. “Star