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Reborn Soulmates

Chapter 1: Elara's rebirth

Elara opened her eyes as her head was spinning. She was confused at her surrounding, she was in her house. The last thing she had remembered was she had jumped from a building after her beloved husband, Lucien Hale—a Mafia boss.

"Huh? Where am I? My house?" she thought with confusion.

She stood up, as she walked around—realization hit her. "Am I given a second chance or what?"

Without any hesitation she looked at the calendar in her phone, "2023, July 17. Two years before the disaster—"

She continued after a pause with more thoughts coming in her head "So that means I can save Lucien right?"

Elara is the top-notch lawyer, she had married Lucien for alliance. She had always thought Lucien was cold and distance until she found out he protected her from the kidnappers. After that they both lived as happy couple right? But their happy ending didn't last long.

There were consequences of his actions to protect her in any cost, that cost was sleepless nights and eating ramen for survival with stress which caused him stomach disease. That illness took their happy ending.

Elara filled with guilt and devastation couldn't bear the loss of her husband and had jumped from a building. The last thing she had said before jumping was "If there is a second chance, that time I would be the one who protects you."

Maybe even Heaven pitied their ending that she was reborn.

The thing she didn’t know was that Lucien’s soul had seen her jump from the building.

Even in death, he had felt his heart shatter as he watched her fall. He had wanted to reach out, to grab her hand, but his body no longer belonged to him. Darkness swallowed him whole, and the last image in his mind was Elara’s tear-streaked face disappearing into the night.

When Lucien opened his eyes again, he found himself lying on a hospital bed. His throat was dry, his stomach still aching faintly, but the machines beside him were old—too old. Confused, he sat up and noticed the calendar on the wall. His eyes widened. “July 17, 2023?” he whispered, disbelief flooding him. “That’s… before everything happened.”

He laughed quietly to himself, an almost broken sound. “So even I got a second chance, huh?” He clenched his fists, remembering the promise he never got to make—that he’d keep her safe no matter what. Now, maybe fate had given him a chance to make things right.

At the same time, on the other side of the city, Elara stood in front of the mirror. Her reflection looked younger—less exhausted, no dark circles under her eyes, no lifelessness that had come after Lucien’s death. She slowly touched her face, then smiled faintly. “This time,” she whispered, “I won’t let you carry everything alone.”

She dressed neatly and took out her phone. Her law firm had just started rising in reputation at this time. Her phone buzzed with messages—clients, colleagues, and even a few from her stepmother, Vivienne. Elara’s smile disappeared the moment she saw the name. That woman.

In her past life, she had been too busy to notice the cracks in her family. Too busy to see the greedy smiles behind her stepmother’s fake kindness and her stepsister Selina’s sweet tone. But now, Elara remembered everything—the secret meetings, the fake documents, the hidden deals that had drained Lucien’s health and forced him to work endlessly.

“I was blind before,” Elara muttered. “Not this time.”

She scrolled through her phone again and saw a familiar name—Lucien Hale. Her heart skipped a beat. He was alive. At this point in time, they were still just business allies. Their marriage was only months away.

Her mind raced. “If he’s alive… that means I can change it. I can stop everything before it happens.”

She grabbed her coat and keys and left the house, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. The morning sunlight hit her face as she stepped outside, feeling the breeze brush against her skin. Everything looked so peaceful, yet underneath it, she knew the same danger was already forming.

Meanwhile, Lucien walked through his mansion’s hallway, silent and thoughtful. His men greeted him respectfully, but he barely heard them. He was too deep in thought. He still remembered every moment from his past life—his overwork, the sleepless nights, the endless ramen, the pain in his stomach, and finally… Elara’s fall.

He clenched his jaw. “I won’t let her suffer like that again,” he murmured.

But Lucien didn’t know that Elara had already remembered everything too. And this time, the two of them were about to fight fate together.

Across the city, dark clouds began to form—not in the sky, but in the hearts of those who waited to strike. Vivienne Cortez sat in her luxurious living room, sipping tea with a smirk. “So,” she said, glancing at Selina and her husband, Damian, “Elara will be quite busy with that Hale man again soon. We’ll take this chance to make sure she never controls that inheritance.”

Selina grinned, her eyes full of jealousy. “That lawyer thinks she’s so perfect. But this time, I’ll take everything she has—including Lucien.”

Damian only smirked faintly, adjusting his tie. “As long as I get what I want,” he said smoothly, “you can have your little revenge.”

The game had started again.

But this time, Elara and Lucien weren’t the same naive souls they used to be.

And this time, fate was going to lose.

Chapter 2: New starting

Elara’s phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen. It was a message from her stepmother, Vivienne.

"Elara, come to the house. We need to discuss some family matters. Important."

She frowned, reading it again. Her stepmother always sounded sweet and polite in her messages, but Elara knew better.

Family matters. That usually meant money, manipulation, or something to test her patience.

Elara took a deep breath. She remembered everything. Every trick. Every trap. Every moment that had caused her pain in the past life. Every time Vivienne had pretended to care while slowly taking what belonged to her. Every time Selina had smiled at her like a sister while secretly wishing she would fail.

No. Not this time.

She typed a quick reply. "I have other matters to attend to but alright.”

She knew what was she doing

Her heart beat steadily, not from fear, but from determination. She had been weak once. She had trusted them once. She had allowed them to control her life, to toy with her happiness and her husband’s life. Never again.

Even now, she remembered the kidnappers from her past life. How dangerous it had been, how close she had come to losing everything.

She remembered the tiny hints, the whispers she had ignored, the moments that now, in hindsight, clearly pointed to her stepfamily. The traps, the fake calls, the deliveries that had ended in ambushes—they had all been planned. All of them.

Her lips curled slightly. She did not say a word about it, not yet. Let them think she was still naive. Let them think she could be fooled. But in her mind, she was already ten steps ahead.

Elara put her phone down and walked to her closet. She dressed simply but elegantly. Today wasn’t about appearances; it was about clarity. She didn’t need Vivienne, Selina, or Damian. She didn’t need their money, their approval, or their schemes. She had herself. She had her mind, her skills, and the knowledge of what was to come. That was enough.

This time, she thought, I will be the one in control.

She remembered the past life again—how Lucien had died, how the stress had drained him, how he had tried to carry everything on his own while she had been too blind to stop it. She would not let that happen again. She would protect him. And she would protect herself.

She imagined Vivienne smiling sweetly as she read her refusal. The stepmother probably thought she could still manipulate her. She imagined Selina rolling her eyes, thinking Elara would come running. And Damian, quiet and calculating, probably plotting some hidden move even now.

Elara smiled faintly. Let them plan. Let them scheme.

Because she already knew. She knew their weaknesses, their greed, their jealousy, and their desires. She remembered every small move from before, every detail she had once ignored. She could predict them before they even acted.

And she would.

She left her house, stepping out into the warm sunlight. She walked with confidence, her heels clicking against the pavement. She only needed her and her confidence and that was enough to survive anything .

Today, she decided, was the first day of her new life. A life where she would not be fooled. A life where she would not be weak. A life where she would protect Lucien—and herself—at all costs.

The past had tried to break her. The stepfamily had tried to manipulate her. The world had tried to take everything she loved.

But this time, Elara Voss was ready.

She would not be trapped again. She would not be a pawn. She would not let anyone control her destiny.

And deep down, she knew one thing clearly: the game had just begun.

Elara arrived at the grand house her stepmother had called her to. The driveway was polished, the cars lined perfectly, and the guards saluted her as she walked past. She didn’t bother with a smile or greetings. Everything here belonged to appearances, and she had no interest in playing along.

Vivienne was waiting in the living room, perched elegantly on a velvet sofa, her smile as sweet as poison. Selina sat nearby, legs crossed, pretending to read a magazine but glancing at Elara constantly. Damian leaned against the wall, hands folded, studying her with calculating eyes.

“Elara,” Vivienne said, her voice soft and warm, “we wanted to talk about some… family matters. You know, your inheritance. It’s time we discuss your future, dear.”

Elara raised an eyebrow, her gaze steady. She didn’t sit. She didn’t let the casual tone fool her. “I’m not interested,” she said simply.

Vivienne’s smile faltered slightly, just enough for Elara to notice. “Not interested? Your inheritance, Elara… this is your family’s legacy. Surely you understand—”

“I understand perfectly,” Elara interrupted, her voice calm but sharp. “But I do not need it. I will handle my life myself. I don’t need you, Selina, or Damian or father interfering in any way. Stay away from me. From now on, I am done with this family. I had only came to cut off ties.”

The room went quiet. Selina’s jaw tightened, her fingers tapping the magazine nervously. Damian’s smirk disappeared for a fraction of a second, replaced by something unreadable. Vivienne’s hands clenched lightly in her lap, but she still tried to maintain composure.

“You can’t just—” Vivienne started, but Elara cut her off again.

“I can, and I will and I just did. I do not owe you anything. I do not need your approval, your money, or your schemes. Any attempt to manipulate me, or to touch what belongs to me, will fail. You are done.”

For the first time, the stepmother looked almost human, almost like a woman facing defeat. Selina stood up abruptly, slamming the magazine on the table. “You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” she spat.

Elara didn’t flinch. She stepped forward, her eyes cold and sharp. “I know exactly who you are. I know everything the fake calls, the traps. All of it came from you. All of it. I kept quiet before, but not anymore. You will not manipulate me, not now, not ever.”

Damian finally spoke, his voice low and smooth. “Careful, Elara. You’re young. You can’t possibly understand how the world works yet. You might regret—”

“I will not,” she said, cutting him off. “I make my own decisions. My life is mine. And anyone trying to take it from me will find me ready.”

The room was tense. The air was thick with unspoken threats and anger, but Elara didn’t move. She didn’t need to. Her words alone were enough to show them she had changed.

Vivienne opened her mouth, as if to argue, but stopped. Selina’s hands shook slightly as she crossed her arms, trying to hide it. Damian’s eyes narrowed, but even he realized she wasn’t the same girl they had tried to control before.

Elara turned toward the door, her coat sweeping behind her. “This conversation is over. Do not contact me again. I will not be drawn into your games.”

She walked out without looking back, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. The three of them were left standing in silence, their schemes crumbling before their eyes.

Outside, Elara took a deep breath and felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time—freedom. She had cut off the stepfamily completely. No more traps, no more manipulations. From this moment on, she would rely on herself and her abilities alone.

And if they tried anything, they would regret it.

Chapter 3: Coincidence??

Damian sat in his office, leaning back in his chair with a sly smile. His expensive suit gleamed under the light, and the cigar smoke curled lazily in the air.

“Lucien Hale…” he muttered, his lips curling into a smirk.

Stacks of papers were spread on the desk—false reports, edited footage, fake witnesses’ statements. Every line was written carefully, every piece crafted to make Lucien look guilty of crimes he hadn’t even touched.

“This fabricated evidence is flawless,” Damian said to himself confidently. “Even if he hires a top-notch lawyer, it’ll take them forever to untangle the truth. By then, his reputation will already be ruined.”

He let out a low laugh, flicking the cigar ash into the tray. “Once Lucien Hale falls, his empire will crumble—and then I’ll get what I want.”

He leaned back, closing his eyes for a second, his mind already spinning with victory. “And that so called topnotch lawyer girl, Elara… she’ll probably have no idea what’s coming either.”

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Meanwhile, Elara sat in her office, tapping her pen on the desk rhythmically. Her law firm was quiet that afternoon, sunlight streaming through the large windows. Papers were piled up neatly in front of her, but she couldn’t focus.

Her mind still lingered on the past few days—her rebirth, cutting off her stepfamily, and her new life.

“Two years before everything falls apart…” she whispered.

Just as she was lost in thought, her phone buzzed.

She glanced at the screen. It was an unknown number.

“Elara speaking,” she answered.

A deep, professional voice replied, “Good afternoon, Miss Elara. I’m calling on behalf of Mr. Lucien Hale.”

Her pen stopped midair. “Lucien Hale?” she repeated, her brows furrowing.

“Yes,” the man continued, calm and precise. “Mr. Hale is currently facing serious accusations involving illegal transactions and bribery. He wishes to hire you as his defense lawyer.”

Elara’s heartbeat quickened slightly not from fear, but surprise. Lucien Hale. That name echoed in her mind like thunder.

In her past life, he had been her husband… her everything.

And now, in this life, fate had sent him right to her doorstep.

“Miss Elara?” the assistant’s voice pulled her back.

“Yes,” she said quickly, composing herself. “I’ll take the case. Send me the details and evidence immediately.”

“Understood. Mr. Hale will meet you in person tomorrow morning to discuss everything.”

“Tomorrow…” she murmured as she ended the call.

She leaned back in her chair, eyes focused on nothing. The name “Lucien Hale” still lingered in her ears.

A small smile curved her lips. “So this is how fate works, huh?”

Her mind spun with mixed emotions memories of laughter, pain, and love from a life she had already lived.

But she quickly shook her head. “No. This time, I’m not going to let anything happen." she whispered softly, her eyes firm.

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The next morning, the city buzzed with traffic and morning chatter.

Elara dressed sharply in a black suit, her confidence radiating as she prepared for the meeting.

She didn’t know what kind of man Lucien Hale had become in this life whether he’d still be the same cold, distant man she’d first met… or the loving husband she’d lost.

But one thing was certain—

Fate was giving them both another chance, and this time, she wouldn’t waste it.

The courtroom finally quieted.

Elara stood confidently, her voice steady as she gave her final statement.

“The evidence clearly shows that Mr. Lucien Hale is not guilty. Every claim presented by the prosecution has been fabricated with no solid proof. Therefore, I request an immediate dismissal of all charges.”

Her words cut through the air like a blade.

The judge’s gavel hit the desk. “Case dismissed. Defendant Lucien Hale is free to go.”

A murmur spread across the room. Damian’s expression twisted in disbelief. He had come prepared to destroy Lucien’s reputation, but Elara—sharp, calm, and utterly unshakable—had turned the entire case against him.

Lucien stood, buttoning his suit jacket, his cold expression unreadable. The moment he passed Damian, his eyes darkened—a silent warning that this wasn’t over. Damian clenched his jaw but stayed quiet.

Elara gathered her files neatly, walking out of the courtroom without glancing back. She’d done her job. The rest wasn’t her concern.

Outside, the evening sun painted the sky in deep orange. The air was warm, the streets quiet. Lucien followed her out, his hands in his pockets.

“Payment tomorrow at 11 p.m.,” Elara said without turning around. Her tone was polite, professional, distant. “Let’s part ways for now, Mr. Hale.” She gave a slight bow.

Lucien stopped walking.

Then, with a faint chuckle, he said, “If I’m Mr. Hale, then you can be Mrs. Hale, hmm, Elarie?”

Elara froze.

That name. That voice. That exact tone.

Her eyes widened as she turned to him, heart pounding. “W-what…? Bu-but… that name…”

Lucien’s smile deepened, calm and teasing, just like before. “So you also recognize it too, darling.”

The world felt like it stopped around her. The sounds of cars, footsteps—everything disappeared. Her chest tightened.

He remembers.

He remembers everything.

Before she could say anything, he stepped closer, his voice lower, rawer.

“Why did you jump from the building, Elara? Do you know how much I tried to stop you? Just why?”

His tone wasn’t calm anymore. It carried pain.

Real pain.

Elara’s lips parted, but no words came out. Her throat tightened as she looked at him—at the man she’d once lost, the man she’d mourned so much.

Lucien looked away for a moment, exhaling sharply. “I also remember something else,” he said, his voice soft but with a faint smirk tugging his lips. “You said you’d protect me this time, didn’t you?”

After a pause, he tilted his head slightly. “Well, darling, you still haven’t answered my first question.”

Elara looked up.

When she finally looked up, she realized he’d cornered her back against the wall, his arms braced on either side. The distance between them vanished in seconds.

“Wait! Wait, what—” she stammered, eyes darting around, her heart racing.

Lucien leaned closer, his voice low and dangerous. “What? I can’t even get close to my wife now? You didn’t resist before.”

Her face turned red instantly. “Wh-what are you saying!?”

He smirked faintly, eyes glinting. “Or perhaps…”

“NO! No, no, no! I promise! You’re the only one I love! Otherwise, why would I have sacrificed myself!?” she blurted out in panic.

Lucien paused for a moment, his gaze softening.

And before Elara could realize what was happening, he effortlessly lifted her into his arms.

“Wha—Lucien! Put me down!” she said, struggling lightly.

He just looked down at her with that same teasing smile she knew too well.

“Not this time, Elarie. You jumped once. I’m not letting you go again.”

Her heart skipped a beat as he walked toward his car, carrying her as if the rest of the world didn’t exist.

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