Twist of Fate

By IrinaMuza

Your own life doesn't work out so well, you die and go to another world, to another body. You run away from your own husband, a duke, who turns out to be quite an attractive man. But the relationship between the former owner of this body and her husband is disgusting. And the duchess herself is not taken seriously. They think she's too windy and depressed. It's time to change that! I want a husband like that and everything I'm entitled to!

• Language: English
• Publisher: IrinaMuza
• Release date: Feb 1, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224045495

IrinaMuza

Hi. I'm from Ukraine. Writing novels is my hobby. I would very much like you to get acquainted with my work. Most of all I love to read comments about my books. See how you empathize with the characters. For me, your comment is the best gift)

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Twist of fate

- 1 -

- Hmm, you came after all, you didn't dare! - When I entered the room, I saw my casual lover standing by the window in the dim light. Even in this light, I could see that he was waiting for me in only sports pants, rough muscles playing in the moonlight, in his hands he was clutching an almost empty bottle. As he took the last sip, he tossed it aside, and I saw another one there, empty. So Robin's drunk again.

- I'm leaving for Paris tomorrow, and there's not much time left, so I thought you could brighten the night! - I smirked seductively, and threw my bag on the floor, my coat and shoes following. I left on a short tight dress, under which beautiful lace lingerie and stockings.

- I'll make it up to you! You'll remember me for the rest of your life! - The man grinned, and I was even slightly frightened by his unhealthy look, too obsessed. Maybe I shouldn't. The man was quickly behind me. Latching the door shut, he was behind me. Pulling me against his chest and leaning in slowly, he kissed my neck. I expected slow and exciting foreplay, but there was none. Robert turned me around to face him and kissed my lips hard. I didn't break, because that's what I'd come for. I responded just as passionately to his kiss as he explored my curves with his hands.

The fabric of my dress cracked and fell to my feet. Unexpected! But I didn't have time to be indignant. My passionate lover roughly threw me on the bed, got rid of my pants and underwear, and stood before me in my mother's clothes. Oh, yes! It was because of this size that I agreed to his proposal without hesitation.

The staked cock made me bite my lip seductively, I climbed more comfortably on the bed and took a seductive pose, scrutinizing all the man's charms. For the longest time I kept my gaze on his dignity, which, by the way, is not small. My gaze wandered over the pumped muscles of his abdomen and chest. Robert smirked when he saw how eager I was to see him.

I enjoyed the sight of the male figure for a couple minutes, then Robert pounced on me. Rubbed my lips in a rough, deep kiss. He put his hands behind my head, though I didn't resist. He pulled away from my lips for just a few seconds, and then he looked all over my body. Satisfied with what he saw, he slid his hand along my stomach to my panties. He yanked them down sharply, and the fabric ripped painfully at me. Not the most pleasant of sensations. But there was something about it. I liked his impulse, and as I noticed, he didn't want to wait any longer. Immediately, two fingers invaded my aroused womb, and I mewled. I didn't know such roughness would turn me on. It must have been the long absence of sex.

When I heard my urgent moan, I was flipped upside down and put on all fours, then roughly entered and began to fuck like the last whore. I didn't recognize my voice and I hadn't liked this kind of thing before. I wouldn't say I was scared, but adrenaline mixed with pleasure, and I screamed, covering my eyes with pleasure at each sharp and strong thrust.

But the pleasure didn't last long. Robert went crazy, thrusting his cock at me with fierce intensity, slapping my ass with force. The blows were not weak. The man himself, judging by his moans, was enjoying it more than sex, and that's where I really got scared.

Passion, lust and lust all went away in an instant. My words and requests to stop were completely ignored by him. On the contrary, the more I screamed and asked him to stop, the more pain I got on my ass. The thrusts intensified and the man sped up, I waited for him to finish and hoped that we would just part ways, but we didn't. I was sharply flipped onto my back again and pinned to the bed.

- Now you're going to know the real pleasure! - How much more? My ass was on fire. Robert did not even pay attention to the tears that I showed him for the first time in such a long time asking him to let go. I continued to be ignored. The crazed look and predatory grin continued to scare me. But that wasn't all. Suddenly, the crazy man grabbed me by the throat and pressed me even harder into the bed. My head sank into the pillow, and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I started lashing out, punching him with my arms and trying to grab the hand he was holding me with, but the damn jock was many times stronger than I was.

He was choking me, continuing to fuck me like a madman. And I tried to take a breath. My oxygen was getting short, my judgment was foggy, and I was losing more and more strength as the bastard killed me in his own elaborate way. Maybe it's a fetish. I've heard there are those who enjoy it. But I'd also heard that such perversions often ended in the death of the partner, and it looked like it was my turn.

My chest squeezed mercilessly from the lack of oxygen, and I couldn't fight back or even lift my arms. The infernal pain shot through my body and into my head, and I thought this agony would never end, but suddenly it stopped.

I thought I was dreaming, because I was looking down at myself, and then everything flashed before my eyes.

I see my killer's boyfriend come into the room... flash. and now I see my aunt crying. She was the only one I had left. I had no parents, they died before I could even walk. My aunt raised me.

Another flash, and I see my aunt again, only now she's crying bitterly at her grave, mine, apparently. Nice. So I'm dead after all.

Rosie told me not to mess with that jock, but I didn't. I went after what I wanted. I'm not surprised.

Rosie and I work, or used to work as flight attendants. With that kind of schedule, there's no personal life. I had my first boyfriend, a real scoundrel. I was 16 the first time I slept with him. He loved sex more than me. I guess you could say he got me hooked. Steven, that was his name, almost never gave me a break. Oh, we had so much sex! So many, it turns out, there are positions and so many interesting places to do it. Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, our relationship lasted only two years, but in that time I almost became a nymphomaniac.

And then there were relationships with Bob, Colin, Christian, Ron, Richard, Paul, Simon... I can't remember them all. And it wasn't my carnal desire, it just happened. I dreamed of becoming a stewardess since childhood, because my mother was a stewardess, and she and my father died on the plane, flying away on a long-awaited vacation. That time they decided not to take me with them, and it saved my life. I stayed with my aunt and their plane exploded, and that's how I lost my parents. But in spite of that, I was drawn to it, and I did it.

Because of the long flights and short meetings, guys were running away from me, well as ... we kind of met, but the beautiful, charming males, which I chose as a couple, did not want to wait forever for my return from the flight. And it was hardly a relationship. My arrival, quick sex, dinner, then a hot night, my flight in the morning, and then it was the same thing again. I'd fly in, we'd have sex, and I'd fly out again. And in those rare moments when I had a couple of days off between flights, I met with my faithful girlfriend Molly, who told me how wonderful my friends were having a great time without me, and that there was no point in counting the number of girls who had been in their beds.

And then I realized one thing: as long as I will be a stewardess, I will not find a normal relationship, and as long as I liked my work, I decided not to burden myself with love. I lived like that for two years. Sex was always spontaneous and most often on an airplane with hot guys. Of course, that wasn't enough for me. Damn Steven was athletic, strong and even a little rough. And that's the kind of guy I unknowingly chose. And most importantly, I was hungry for sex, because I didn't have it that often. Every three months on average, once or twice. Rosie, my friend and partner, condemned my flings and made an example of me because she was married. Except that I know her husband is cheating on her, because she, like me, is rarely home. But in their relationship I did not interfere, not my business, and quarrel with my friend I did not want to, just made my conclusions and that's all.

This time I met Robert on the airplane, again one of my passengers, he has a charming smile, bright blue eyes, strong arms and relief abs - in general, everything as I like. Four months of sexual hunger made itself felt, and I didn't even remember his rides, I remember how we ended up in a toilet stall, and how roughly he clamped my mouth with his palm, so that my moans were not heard in the salon. And of course, that kind of sex wasn't enough for me, so I agreed to another encounter with him.

Rosie called me crazy and horny, and I went along with my lust then. My flight was due the next morning, and that evening and night I decided to spend with handsome Robert. Who knew it would end so sadly for me? Rosie had talked me out of it. I should have listened to her.

My whole life flashed before my eyes, long-forgotten memories of childhood and youth came back. All my failures and triumphs. Happy and sad moments, my aunt... God, I want to live! A strange desire, considering it's no longer possible.

Another flash, and I found myself in a completely empty gray room. And everything is right now. No regrets, no resentment or anger. All feelings are gone, only consciousness remains. It feels like here, in this place, I'm waiting for something.

I don't know how long I've been here. I don't feel the passage of time, it's like I'm here and I'm not. I just exist. And suddenly, ahead of me, a bright flash of a white vortex appeared, pulling me towards it. I don't resist, I know that it's my time, that's where I should be. I move there, but now something is pulling me in the opposite direction. I was sucked like a vacuum cleaner into the gray vortex that suddenly appeared behind me.

I was spinning, and I was being pulled deeper and deeper. I felt dizzy, and my eyes closed on their own.

Waking up was painful. My whole body ached, and I felt like I had been chewed up and then spit out.

I started to hear some sounds, and gradually I heard someone calling my name. What the hell?

- Michelle! Michelle! Come on, my love, open your eyes! What a fool I am! I shouldn't have listened to you, baby. Oh, Michelle! - A pleasant monotonous voice of a man brought me back to consciousness. Blinking several times, I opened my eyes with difficulty, the light cut unpleasantly on them, I immediately closed them, and not with the first attempt I did it again.

- Michelle! Thank God! You're alive! I'm sorry baby, I'm sorry! I'm so glad you're alive! - Focusing my vision on the person who spoke, I finally got a good look at him. A handsome blond guy with a guilty look on his face was looking at me. He clutched my palm in both his hands and kissed it often. I took a quick look around where I was and realized nothing. The room was furnished in an antique style, like in a historical TV series. Candelabras with candles instead of normal lighting. The bed I was lying on was also far from modern, with a bandahil.

- Water! - I wheezed, and sat up abruptly. The man who had been looking at me guiltily quickly rushed to the water carafe and handed me a glass. I emptied it immediately, then looked around the room again and paid more attention to the man himself. He was wearing an ancient caftan-like garment, with a vest underneath, and interestingly cut pants, but it looked okay. The clothes suited him well. He was handsome on the face, too perfect features. Handsome, I'd say. And in a classy setting.

- Where am I? Who are you? I don't recognize my voice! What the hell is this?

- Michelle, don't you remember anything, my love? It's me - your Henry! - I shook my head negatively. Well, he knows my name, that's good. Henry... Henry, I never knew anyone with that name.

- You asked me to... wait, his eyebrows rose, as if he realized something, Did it really work? No! No! I wasn't ready! - the man backed away from me like a leper.

- I don't understand anything! Why don't you explain something to me? - There's that voice again. It wasn't mine. It sounded like a child's.

- Now! Just give me a minute! - Henry rubbed his face with both hands and stared at me thoughtfully. All I could do was wait patiently. In the meantime, I examined myself and was even more surprised. I was wearing a delicate blue dress in the same style as Henry's. It looked nice. I looked at my hands, and I was even more surprised. They weren't my hands. Thin hands, delicate fingers, milky, velvety skin. A ring on the ring finger. Am I married? Well, well, well, well. That's interesting.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door, and a thin, middle-aged man came in, not looking at me.

- Sir Henry, I'm sorry to barge in, but Blackwood is here, and he'll be tearing down the castle gates any minute. Our guards are not enough to hold off his men. He's brought his army with him," the man rattled on, and I still don't understand. Who is Blackwood, what army, what's going on?

- Thank you, Steve. I'll take Michelle out of the castle through the secret passage, and you try to hold him off, tell him I'll be there in a minute," Steve bowed and walked quickly out, and Henry turned to me.

- Your name isn't Michelle, is it? - Henry turned to me.

- Michelle! - I objected.

- Oh, yes, it is! - He thought for a few seconds, then continued, "I'm sorry, but we don't have time, you have to leave now! - Henry quickly walked over to the fireplace and pressed some kind of brick. Inside the fireplace a wall pulled away, forming a small passage.

- This passage will lead you to a narrow secret corridor, go straight ahead without turning around. When you come to the wall, find the brick, press it and the wall should also move away, you will be outside the castle, in the Hervar forest. You'll need to hide there. About two hours or so go along the path, there will be an old shack, I'll come get you as soon as I get Blackwood out," Henry grabbed the candelabra standing on the mantel and handed it to me.

- Wait! Wait! I need to know something! Who's Blackwood? And what's going on? - I insisted, but I took the candelabra from his hands.

- Now is not the time, okay? I'll explain everything to you later! - but I didn't move.

- Michelle, also the name of my favorite, she was in a difficult situation and could not survive all the hardships that fell on my baby. She talked me into helping her. From her great-grandmother she had inherited an ancient artifact to move the soul, as she believed. Michelle, my baby girl, didn't want to live anymore, and I couldn't get her to run away with me. She felt a responsibility to her family, so she didn't want to cut her life short by suicide. And she didn't want someone to kill her to put her out of her misery, she was afraid of setting me up, because if she hired someone to kill her, Blackwood would immediately blame me for it.

The poor girl couldn't take it anymore, so she talked me into using this artifact. She wanted to finally reach peace, but she didn't want to upset anyone by dying, so she hoped that another girl would take over her body. A soul most like her. And now she seems to have succeeded! - Bullshit! This is crazy. How is that even possible?

- I can see you still need to think and accept, but there's no time now. Please, my lady, you must hurry. - He's giving me a little nudge towards the fireplace.

- Let's say... I'll think about soul travel later, but who am I supposed to be running away from now, and why, exactly? Who is this Blackwood and what does he want? - I stepped even closer to the fireplace and almost stepped into the passage Henry was pushing me toward.

- His Highness Blackwood is a duke, our king's brother. He's also your husband, my lady, and if he comes in here now and sees us together, he'll kill us both! - Henry dumbfounded me. That's an interesting story!

- You and I are lovers? Is that why I have to run away? - Henry forced me into the back of the room, but I still demanded answers.

- Look, my lady, it's complicated. This is not your first escape, and please, God, do your best to get away from him! The most important thing for you right now is to get away from him. - and at that moment a spider landed on my shoulder, and I didn't see it coming, and I cried out. Henry pressed something, and the wall slid away again, closing the passage, leaving me alone in the eerie darkness with the candelabra in my hands.

There were loud footsteps and voices behind the wall.

- Henry, you bald dog! Open up right now! I heard Michelle with you! - There was a loud banging on the door. Then a heavy rumble and quick footsteps. There was a bang, someone wheezed and fell.

- Where is she? Where is Michelle? - The voice was very close, so presumably Duke Blackwood himself is now standing by the fireplace, I have to run away! I can feel it in my gut. I'm wearing an unusual dress, and there's no time to look at the beauty of it, it's uncomfortably long. Perhaps there is a train behind, so I grabbed the bottom edge with my free hand and hurried forward.

This passage, by all appearances, had not been used for a long time, it was dark and full of cobwebs, which I cleaned with a candelabra on the way. I'm not afraid of spiders, but they are unpleasant creatures and I don't want to touch them. I try to tread quietly, just in case.

While I'm running through these tunnels, I try to think about what happened. Of course, I've read a lot of novels about women in other bodies and other worlds, but what's happening to me is beyond my comprehension. I remember the damn jock took my life. I remember my aunt in tears, my grave, and then the emptiness and how I woke up here. I'm starting to believe in the reality of what's happening, because I can feel, breathe, run, and even think. But the body is definitely not mine. I've gotten shorter in stature and a little fuller.

It seems like half an hour has already passed while I've been running through these tunnels, and now I see a dead end. What did he say...find the bulging rock and push it? That's the trouble, I can't see anything. The light from the candle doesn't help much, it's not like a flashlight on a cell phone, but it's good to have some light. The wall is damp and disgusting to the touch. There's slime all over the wall, it's a nightmare. But there's nothing to do, I gotta find the damn rock.

I scaled the whole wall twice, but I couldn't find anything. I sighed heavily, trying to pull myself together, and started again, but slower. Bingo! It's right in front of my nose. It's not moving. Shit. I'm gonna have to put the candelabra up. I crouched down, put it up. I put all my weight on it and with both hands I started to push against the rock. I tried jerking, and after about ten minutes, I managed to get it to move, and it went into the wall a little, and it moved right off, just like Henry had promised. No sooner had I relaxed than I suddenly felt fire on my feet. Damn, a candelabra. I didn't notice as I leaned against it and my dress caught fire. I shrieked and darted down the aisle, caught on something and fell right into the swamp. Fe-e. My hands are dirty, as well as my knees, I'm standing in a doggy pose, but I put out my dress.

While I was standing there, shaking myself off, I heard voices remotely. They've found the secret passage. Run again! Good thing it's not too deep. I tried to speed up, but only wasted my strength, it was useless to fight the swamp mire, I only got tired faster, I could not speed up.

Finally I got out of the swamp and ran forward without looking back.

My adrenaline was skyrocketing, an unknown force was carrying me forward, and I even forgot that my feet were mired in the swamp, and my shoes still had its residue, it was uncomfortable to run, all my clothes were squelching, unpleasantly tight against my skin, and the running was hitting my feet. It's been a long time since I've run. It's hard on this body, too, though I'm not sure that Michelle was a fatty, I can't tell from her dress that she's too fat, but the Duchess probably didn't like running either.

I don't have the energy to run anymore, but I don't stop. I know I have to hide, maybe I can run to that cabin.

Half an hour of running into the unknown, and the adrenaline seemed to have dissipated, because I couldn't run anymore. The pain in my side was making itself felt, and my wet feet were chafing terribly in my shoes. I decided to throw the shoes away. It's hard labor for my feet.

I walked quietly for about ten minutes, then I heard a noise. I think it was horses and dogs. Dogs! Shit. What the hell is that? I run again, adrenaline kicking in again, because unlike last time, I can actually hear the sound of hooves approaching. Someone's yelling at me.

- Michelle! Stop! I'll still find you! - What a nice voice this unknown person has. No, it's bassy and rough, but for some reason it sounds different to me.

The horses' stomping is now very close, I decide to turn off the planned route and run to the right, right into the bushes, bending branches with my hands, trying to move much faster. Then I stumbled and screamed in pain, not having time to shut my mouth. I fell into the ditch, rolled down and hit something very painfully. I sobbed in pain. I hear footsteps, but I can't raise my head, a stream of something warm ran down my forehead, I'm wildly frozen, and I hear someone's excited voice.

- Michelle! - I was immediately raked into a huge bear hug. But too stiff for caressing, - I found you! I told you, you won't run away from me, and this time you'll regret it! I warned you, you stupid girl!

- 2 -

My head hurt like hell the whole time. A couple of times I came to and then disappeared back into the dream world.

The first time, I was pressed against the hard chest of a man who was clutching my body like a vise, and it looked like we were riding. I didn't have time to see anything. I lost consciousness again.

The second time I woke up in bed, in a light-orange room unknown to me. Even the canopy was light orange. I didn't even try to move, my whole body ached, especially my head. Shit, my