MARK'S POV Standing in front of my desk, I stared at the woman in front of me coldly. "What are you doing here?""Ohh, come on Mark. Is that a way to greet your fiance?" She asked with that annoying smile on her face, a smile I know too well.Gritting my teeth, I scoffed "Ex fiance!" I corrected her, my voice dripping with malice.Claudiaâs smile faltered for a split second, but she recovered quickly, brushing an invisible speck off her designer blazer as she stepped closer.âTechnicalitiesâ she purred. âYou never really ended things properly. One could say you just⌠ran away.ââI shouldâve run fasterâ I said flatly, my jaw tight. âAnd you showing up here unannounced? Bad idea.âShe tilted her head, eyes gleaming with false sweetness. âI missed you, darling. And from the looks of things, Iâm not the only one whoâs⌠interested in you lately.âMy eyes narrowed. So thatâs what this was about.She leaned against the edge of my desk, crossing her arms. âSheâs pretty, your secretary. Has n
ELEANOR'S POVWatching the door closed behind Liam, I felt restless...like something was gonna happen but not really sure what it was.It's been a week since Liam and I started dating, I decided to give him a chance after thinking about it for a long time. He's a really sweet guy.And also the fact that he was the one who saved me years ago...was also a big plus. I've been looking for the boy who just into the ocean without hesitation just to save me. Knowing he's the one, I actually feel protected in his presence, like he has this calming effect on me. Making me almost forget about revenge.I've been meeting up with Doctor Rex but there wasn't any progress. I've also been diligently going to the judo club for the past two weeks.Iâve always believed in balance, work, emotions, control. But lately, nothing feels balanced.Liam makes things feel easy. Too easy, sometimes. His laughter is disarming, his touch warm. And knowing he was the boy who saved me that day in the water⌠itâs lik
MARK'S POV Two weeks later. Itâs been two weeks since I dealt with Damian. He gave us information, but none of it was useful. Apparently, even among traitors, trust is a scarce commodity. They kept him in the dark. Cowards. Walking into the office, I paused at the doorway. Liam was standing way too close to Eleanor, his posture relaxed, gaze too damn soft...eyes shining like she hung the stars herself. She laughed quietly at something he said, brushing a stray curl behind her ear. And just like that, a sick twist curled in my gut. Theyâve been acting strange all week. Their conversations linger longer than necessary. Their eyes meet more than they should. And worse... she smiles at him. She never used to smile like that with me. I clenched my fists at my sides, jaw locked. If he thinks he can rewrite history...heâs dead wrong. "What are you doing here?" I asked coldly, breaking whatever conversation they were having. "Jeez, you scared us man" Liam held his chest pl
MARK'S POV Picking up my phone, I dialled Marcelo's number. He picked up in the first ring. "Hello, sir?" "Get ready" I said curtly before ending the call and heading towards my car. I didnât need to say more. Marcelo knew exactly what get ready meant. As I stepped into the car and pulled out of the parking lot, the city seemed quieter than usual, like it sensed the storm I was about to unleash. My hands tightened on the wheel. Damien Cross. The first domino. This time, thereâd be no warnings, no second chances. Just consequences. And I was done playing nice. The drive to the abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city was silent...too silent. Just the sound of tires against pavement and the hum of my engine. Marcelo was already there when I arrived, leaning against the hood of his black SUV. His sharp suit was impeccable, his expression unreadable. âHeâs insideâ he said, straightening up. Without a word, I walked past him, through the heavy metal doors.
MARK'S POVThe meeting dragged on longer than expected. By the time Mr. Dominic finally shook my hand and left with his assistant in tow, the sun was already dipping lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the conference room.Eleanor quietly gathered the papers in front of her, moving with a careful precision that made something in my chest tighten.I leaned back in my chair, watching her."Eleanor...are you still mad at me about yesterday?" I asked. I was always one to keep work and personal matters separately, but I just couldn't stand her silence. She's not one to talk unnecessarily but this was grating on my nerves.".....""Eleanor..." "It's all done, Mr Warren." She cuts me off."Mark. Call me Mark" I corrected."That won't be possible sir, we're not that close to be on a first name basis. And..." She stops, staring at me from under her lashes, "I think it would be best if you refer to me as Miss Brown."I fucking knew it.I wasn't really one to curse, heck... I avoid u
MARKâSâŻPOV From where I waited in the darkened side street, I saw Liam emerge, shoulders hunched, hands shoved deep in his pockets. Even at this distance I could read the tension in his stride...too quick, too restless. Something had happened up there. Something with Eleanor. My jaw clenched. I didn't want him close to Eleanor, not in this life...not ever. Not after what he did. Not after the betrayal in my past life. But I have to keep my enemies closer, the closer they are... the easier it will be to get them. I can't afford to loose this time, I'll make sure they all rot in hell. Somethings are changing in this life, and I was so sure it was because of Eleanor's strange behaviour. She's changed and I'm gonna find out why. Remembering what happened today, the way she got so angry about me looking out for her, I sighed...she just doesn't know the things that are about to happen. I leaned back against the seat, staring blankly through the windshield. She doesnât remember, but t
"Wait... How did you know?" He asked, shock evident on his face.The room seemed to shrink around us, the quiet hum of the fridge fading beneath the pounding in my ears.I set my fork down, hands suddenly unsteady.âI...â My voice cracked. I cleared my throat and tried again. âIâŻwas that girl.âLiam stared, eyes widening as the pieces clicked. âThe blueâandâbrown eyesâ he whispered. âI thought I imagined that part.âI managed a shaky laugh. âNo. You didnât.â I said, remembering I didn't wear my contact lens that day cause it was night.For a long moment neither of us spoke. I could almost feel the sand under my feet again, hear the crash of dark water, taste the salt and fear in my lungs. A memory Iâd never been able to place now stood in front of me...alive, breathing, offering me takeâout.âElleâŚâ Liamâs voice was softer than Iâd ever heard it. âAll this time, and we never knew.ââItâs why the beach terrifies meâ I murmured. âItâs one of the flashes DoctorâŻRex is trying to pull apar
"How did you know that?" I asked, sipping my glass of water to push down the food that almost choked me. "I guessed!" he replied half-assed, picking up his fork to continue eating. "You guessed? Or you had me followed?" I asked again, the time my fingers clenching into a fist. "....." "I'm done eating." I said, placing the glass of water back on the table before standing up. "I think I'll go home now, thanks for the food!" I said coldly. Mark stood up just as fast, his chair scraping softly against the floor. âWait...Eleanor.â I stopped but didnât turn. âYou donât get to follow me around or even run a background check on me." I huffed before continuing, "You also don't get to invade my personal space like that just because I work for you!" I said calmly. Markâs jaw tensed at my words, but he didnât speak right away. The silence between us stretched thin, taut with unspoken thoughts. People around the restaurant were beginning to glance our way, but I didnât care. My pulse was h
The next day* Waking up to the honking sounds of cars outside my window, I groaned as I opened my eyes groggily, my annoyance reaching its peak. I needed to find a new apartment, one that wasn't close to the road Picking up my phone, I saw that it was already past twelve. Yawning loudly, I got up and walked to the kitchen, my stomach growling, reminding me that I didn't eat anything yesterday evening before going to bed. I opened the fridge and stared blankly at the near-empty shelves. A half carton of milk, a few eggs, and...was that leftover Chinese from three days ago? Yeah, no thanks. Closing the fridge with a sigh, I scratched the back of my head and muttered to myself, âGuess Iâm ordering food again.â As I grabbed my phone to scroll through food delivery apps, my screen lit up with a message. Mark: âAre you free today?â I blinked. We hadnât spoken much this week, and out of nowhere, here he was, texting like it was the most casual thing in the world. My thumb hovered o