Boudicca would never have believed in reincarnation if she were not living proof. At twenty-five, she ran a thriving company, a respected, even feared CEO. But in the depths of her mind, she carried a secret as old as her soul: she remembered everything. Her reign, her revolt, the betrayal… and herself.

Her name had changed over the centuries, but she would recognize her among a thousand. Her Roman concubine. The one she had loved with a devouring intensity, beyond wars and hatreds. But today, fate was playing a cruel trick on her. This woman, the love of her past life, was no longer a patrician at Nero’s court. She was a seventeen-year-old teenager, still in high school.

And worse… she was her half-sister.

Her father, by remarrying, had linked their destinies in a way that neither of them could have foreseen. Several years separated them, an unbridgeable chasm of prohibitions and morality. But in the young girl's gaze, so innocent, Boudicca saw the shadow of recognition. Like a whisper from another time.

What if she remembered, too?

Boudicca had returned to the family manor for a few days, forced by a family reunion she would have preferred to avoid. The estate, imposing and full of history, was plunged into the evening darkness, lit only by the antique chandeliers. She was sitting in the large living room, a glass of wine in her hand, when footsteps sounded behind her.