Destined to kill each other (The Prophecy)

--- *Introduction – Destined to kill each other *Written by Empress Hardey* *Genre:* Romantic Thriller / Suspense They were never meant to meet—at least, that’s what the prophecy warned. On the night a boy and a girl were born miles apart, a high priest delivered a dark revelation to their families: the children were destined to kill each other. Not out of hatred. Not by accident. But by fate. Terrified, their parents took drastic steps. The girl was raised in the rough corners of New York by a struggling single mother. The boy lived in the warm embrace of wealth and privilege in California. Two different worlds. Two hidden truths. One inevitable path. Years passed. Their lives unfolded. Then, they met—by chance or by design, no one knows. But something clicked. And something cracked. What happens when love grows between two souls meant to destroy each other? Will the prophecy come true? Will blood be spilled—or will love rewrite destiny? This is not just a story. It’s a ticking clock. And time is running out. --- *Chapter One (Mira’s POV)*: --- *Chapter One – Mira’s POV* I felt a sharp pain under my abdomen. I cried out and screamed for help, not knowing that my baby was coming. No one was at home to help me, but still, I kept screaming for help. I bent down and saw that my water just broke. “Oh God, please have mercy on me. This pain is too much for me to bear,” I prayed silently. “Please, God help me, please send someone to help me, please God,” I cried again. Not long after, my husband entered and heard my cry. He lifted me up from the floor. “Mira, Mira, what happened?” he asked anxiously. “The baby is coming, Mark,” I said amidst tears. “Oh my God!” he gasped. “Waaaaaahhhhhhh—” I screamed again, and Mark held me tight. He put me down and tried to prepare for me. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked, surprised. “What does it look like?” he answered, one hand with a woman’s bravery. “Push,” he said. I looked at him in bewilderment. I promise I didn’t want to push because the pain had reduced a little—but it came back. I don’t know when I spread my legs apart and screamed, “He’s gonna come down!” Mark saw my reaction and smirked. “I thought you didn’t want to indulge in the first place.” I glared at him when he said that, then screamed again. I tried pushing, but the baby was not showing signs of coming out. I think he was enjoying my groans. I pushed several times but when I felt it coming, I paused to catch my breath—but unfortunately, he ran back inside. “Gosh, you’ll have to try again. The baby is stubborn, just like you,” Mark said. I tried pushing with all my strength this time—and the baby came out reluctantly. I mean, slowly, as if he didn’t want to come out at all. After he finally came out and the placenta followed, I passed out. --- --- When I opened my eyes, I was lying on the bed, completely drained. The room was quiet—too quiet—and for a moment, fear gripped my heart. “Where’s my baby?” I whispered weakly. Mark rushed to my side immediately. His eyes were red, his hands trembling as he held mine. “He’s okay,” he said softly, forcing a smile. “He’s sleeping. You both scared me, Mira.” Relief washed over me, and I let out a shaky breath. “Is he healthy?” “Yes. But Mira…” Mark hesitated. I turned to look at him, fear creeping back in. “What is it?” He swallowed hard. “There’s something strange. The doctor said it’s nothing serious, just… unusual.” I sat up slowly. “What do you mean ‘unusual’?” He looked down at his hands. “He has a birthmark—shaped like a crescent moon—on his chest. They say it’s rare.” A strange chill passed through me. I remembered my grandmother once telling me about children born with moon marks… that they were special. Mark brushed it off, but deep down, something told me this wasn’t just some harmless mark. I looked toward the crib in the corner. My son. My baby. He looked peaceful, unaware of the world he had just entered—or the destiny that might await him. --- I gently pulled my closer to me, feeling his tiny heartbeat against my chest. Everything we had gone through—the fear, the pain, the confusion—suddenly felt worth it. This little boy was our miracle. Mark returned a few minutes later with a tray. “It’s not fancy, but it’s warm,” he said with a proud grin. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice still soft. He sat beside me, watching me eat and stealing glances at Mike every few seconds. “I still can’t believe we made this,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. I chuckled. “Believe it. He’s ours.” We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in quiet joy, watching our baby sleep. In that moment, I didn’t care about the world outside. Nothing else mattered—just this little family of ours. Tomorrow could bring anything, but tonight, love lived here. --- --- *Chapter Two* *Mira's POV When I woke up, it was already dark. I looked at my side and saw a tiny figure sleeping beside me, so clean and beautiful. I smiled. Mark had done a good job. The house was clean too—he must have cleaned while I was sleeping. I almost couldn’t believe our small shabby house had just witnessed something so divine. I sat fully up on the bed and turned to admire the baby lying beside me. Mark stirred beside me and whispered, “I think you are awake.” “No, I’m still sleeping,” I teased, stretching with a fake groan. He chuckled and leaned over to look at the baby. “He looks cute. Just like me.” I rolled my eyes and replied, “Or maybe he looks like me because *I’m* the cute one.” Mark laughed. “If I’m not cute, then how did I win your heart?” I smirked, “You’re lucky I love cute troublemakers.” He leaned closer. “So... what should we named him?" "I can't think straight, what of you?" Mark went quiet for a moment, then said, "Mike. How about Mike?" I smiled, " Mike", I repeated softly. "I love it". We both sat in silence, admiring the little miracle between us. Mark kissed me and said, "You must be hungry, let me get you something". He stood, kissed me again and walked into the kitchen, leaving me alone with our baby. I brushed a soft curly hair from Mike's forehead and whispered, “You’re going to be special, I just know it…” --- I gently pulled Mike closer to me, feeling his tiny heartbeat against my chest. Everything we had gone through—the fear, the pain, the confusion—suddenly felt worth it. This little boy was our miracle. Mark returned a few minutes later with a tray. “It’s not fancy, but it’s warm,” he said with a proud grin. “Thank you,” I whispered, my voice still soft. He sat beside me, watching me eat and stealing glances at Mike every few seconds. “I still can’t believe we made this,” he said, his voice filled with wonder. I chuckled. “Believe it. He’s ours.” We stayed like that for a while, wrapped in quiet joy, watching our baby sleep. In that moment, I didn’t care about the world outside. Nothing else mattered—just this little family of ours. Tomorrow could bring anything, but tonight, love lived here. ---