Novels by M. Eliza

Liora sat in her office, going through the files as she tried to remember everything that had happened in her past life. She needed to be ready to take her revenge, to teach them a lesson. She walked out of the office at 4pm sharp, the same time the company closed; everyone stared at her in surprise.“That's the first time I've ever seen Department Head Morgan closing early,” someone whispered.“She must have an event to attend.”“I think so too.”Liora pretended not to hear them as she walked out of the office. She scrolled through her phone, a smug smile on her lips as she read the news about the crises of the Morgan Group. One move from her and they were already scattered and spiralling everywhere. She didn’t even look up until she bumped into someone. The latter was rock solid because although Liora was the one who bumped into him, she was the one who was sent metres backwards. She staggered and then raised her head, a familiar face greeting her. Tall. Sharp jawline. Brilliant,

Liora turned, feeling the soft cushions underneath her; she didn’t think hell had soft cushions or that heaven had soft cushions. She adjusted herself again, wondering why everything felt different, a sharp contrast to what she had imagined. Then she forced her eyes open; the light in the room made her blink twice before she finally adjusted to the room. The soft sheets, the familiar scent of cloves, and the purple painted walls and she sat up abruptly. It took one look around and she recognised it as her former apartment, the one she lived in before Leonard gifted her a new one.“This is… my old room?” she asked no one in particular.“Is this a dream?” she muttered as she looked around her room again. It felt too real; she scrambled off the bed, heart racing, as she paced around the room, her eyes catching the full-length mirror at the side and gasped. This was how she looked like 3 years ago. She scrambled around once more, finding her phone that was unfamiliar to her; she had chan

Liora adjusted the edges of her suit for the tenth time that morning. Her stomach was empty yet she could feel it turning over and over again. She was nervous. “Director Liora, are you that nervous?” her assistant whispered beside her and Liora chuckled, giving the other girl a small smile."Nervous? Penelope, you must be joking," she responded while listening to her father talk to the crowd – the staff of Morgan Group. It was the inauguration and her heart was beating faster.“Your father is always looking dashing,” Penelope whispered again and Liora’s lips finally broke into a smile."Yeah, you are right; he always looks dashing for a 60-year-old man," she agreed, her smile still plastered fully on her lips.Her father was technically not her father. She had been left on the doors of an orphanage home when she was five months old and had lived in the orphanage till she was three; that was when Mr and Mrs Morgan – her mother and her father – had come visiting. They had lost their ch