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.I’ve 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… it’s lik
ELEANOR'S POV Bang!!!! I heard the loud sound of a gunshot behind me, making my ears almost bleed out. Turning around, I saw Mark covering his chest with his right hand. Following his gaze, I realized he had just been shot. "No!!!!!" I screamed, tears pouring out of my eyes as I watched my husband fall to the ground, his eyes turning lifeless. "H...how could you do this, you devil" I stuttered as I ran towards mark, covering his bleeding chest with my palm in a mere attempt to stop the bleeding, knowing fully well that he was already dead. Feeling like my heart was being twisted inside out, I cried out in loud sobs, my contact lens slipping out of my eyes from all the tears. "So it really is you" I heard footsteps slowly getting close to me, but I kept my head down, my gaze never leaving Mark's lifeless body. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!!" Liam raised his voice in anger as he held my hair on a tight bunch, forcing my gaze to meet his. "Ouch" I wince in pai
"...nor...Eleanor...Miss Eleanor!!!" I heard my name being called by someone, the voice sounding a bit distant. My ears were ringing loudly that I couldn't make out who it was. 'Who could it be?' I thought, my eyes still tightly shut. I open my eyes and raise my head up slightly, the blinding lights in the surrounding sending flicker of pain through my eyes. "Is it God?" I thought aloud. "God?" The voice responded. "What do you mean, Miss Eleanor?" He continued. Finally adjusting my eyes to the light, I was met with a desk in front of me with papers scattered on it. An office computer sitting comfortably, while humming softly, on the side was an ipad. I was sitting behind the desk, a file glued to my face due to laying on it for long. Peeling it off my face absentmindedly, a thought crossed my mind 'Is there an office in the afterlife?' Moving my gaze from the desk to the well dressed man in front of me, I exclaimed "Mr Charles!!!" My eyes widening in shock. "I don't
The owner of those striking eyes studied me with an unreadable expression. A hint of amusement flickered across his face before it vanished, replaced by his usual icy demeanor. "You've been staring at nothing for the past five minutes," he continued, crossing his arms. "Care to share what's on your mind?" I hesitated. The memory of Liam’s face felt like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit, but why had it surfaced now? And why did it feel so… important? Shaking my head, I muttered, "It's nothing." His eyes narrowed slightly, as if he didn’t believe me, but he didn’t push. Instead, he leaned back against the wall, watching me carefully. But my mind was already elsewhere, replaying that fleeting memory again and again. If Liam hadn’t been kidnapped, then why was he there? And more importantly…what was his connection to Mark? Realizing I was deep in thought again, I cleared my throat, before saying "uhhm, can I get discharged?" While blinking my eyes sheepishly. My relationship w
Setting aside my thoughts, I decided to enjoy the silent ride even though it seems impossible with the man sitting in the driver's seat.Wait...how did he know my address, he never asked me. "How did you know my address?" I asked, forgetting he was my boss."I'm your boss!" He said curtly, stating the obvious.I narrowed my eyes at him, not satisfied with that answer. Yes, he was my boss, but that didn’t explain everything."You never asked for it" I pointed out, crossing my arms. "And I never gave it to you" I continued.Mark didn’t even flinch. His hands remained steady on the wheel, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "I didn’t need to."That was not reassuring."So you’ve been looking into me?" I pressed, my voice laced with suspicion.He let out a short breath, almost like a sigh. "I look into all my employees"I scoffed, still forgetting I was talking to my boss "Right. And do you also memorize all of their addresses?""...."He ignored my question, I sighed as I decided to let it
Sighing, I decided to just rest for now and starting tomorrow, I can start planning my revenge. With one final glance at the mirror, I slid it back onto the bedside table and turned off the light. The room was quiet, the kind of silence that settles deep into your bones. I sank into the mattress, pulling the covers up to my chin, letting the darkness wrap around me like a shield. Tomorrow, everything would begin. I would find out the truth. I would remember. And I would make them pay. But for now… I let myself drift off to sleep, with vengeance quietly waiting in the corners of my mind. The next day Waking up to the loud sound of my alarm, I stood up groggily and trudged toward the bathroom to get ready for work. The steam from the shower helped clear the lingering fog in my mind, and by the time I stepped out, towel-drying my hair, I already felt more like myself...or at least the version of me I needed to be for today. Standing in front of the mirror, I carefully pu
The body of Mariah Garrett was never found after the tragic incident. A five year old girl, the sole heir to the Garrett empire. Something seems odd, she was the same age as me if she hadn't had that incident. How was I connected to the Garrett family in my past life? I leaned back in my chair, staring at the screen. The information felt like a puzzle, and I couldn’t fit the pieces together. Could I somehow be connected to this Mariah Garrett? A part of me wanted to dismiss the thought, but another part of me...something deep inside felt like the name was too significant to ignore. Was it possible? I stared at the name for a long time, trying to make sense of it. But nothing came to me. A small, unsettling feeling gnawed at my stomach. If I was somehow tied to the Garrett family... what did that mean for me now? Scrolling through my screen, I stopped suddenly, my breath caught in my throat as I felt my hand trembling. The clear picture of Emily Garrett, the mother of Ma
I paused mid-step just outside the cafeteria, realizing I’d completely forgotten to ask Charles why he hadn’t been in the office earlier that morning. It had struck me as odd, but with everything else going on, it slipped my mind. I glanced back briefly, seeing him still seated, now lost in his own thoughts, or maybe pretending to be. Maybe he went on an errand for Mark, I reasoned silently, though the unease didn’t fade. With those two, nothing ever seemed coincidental. Still, if it was an errand, what kind of task required Charles to miss an entire morning at the office? Especially when Mark barely trusted anyone else. Shaking my head, I sighed. Too many questions, not enough answers. One thing was clear... I’d have to keep a closer eye on both of them moving forward. But Charles was a very trustworthy person in my past life, I can't see myself ever doubting him. "What got you so lost in thought, Elle?" A voice asked, snapping me back to reality. Raising my head, I smiled. "L
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.I’ve 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… it’s lik
MARK'S POV Two weeks later. It’s 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. They’ve 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...he’s 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 didn’t 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, there’d 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. “He’s inside” 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
MARK’S POV 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 doesn’t 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.“I...” My voice cracked. I cleared my throat and tried again. “I was that girl.”Liam stared, eyes widening as the pieces clicked. “The blue‑and‑brown eyes” he whispered. “I thought I imagined that part.”I managed a shaky laugh. “No. You didn’t.” 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 I’d never been able to place now stood in front of me...alive, breathing, offering me take‑out.“Elle…” Liam’s voice was softer than I’d ever heard it. “All this time, and we never knew.”“It’s why the beach terrifies me” I murmured. “It’s one of the flashes Doctor Rex 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. “Wait...Eleanor.” I stopped but didn’t turn. “You don’t 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. Mark’s jaw tensed at my words, but he didn’t 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 didn’t 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, “Guess I’m ordering food again.” As I grabbed my phone to scroll through food delivery apps, my screen lit up with a message. Mark: “Are you free today?” I blinked. We hadn’t 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
"Of course" Doctor Rex said, smiling warmly. Standing up to my feet, I thanked the doctor before walking out of the office, my mind filled with thoughts about the treatment process. "Are you done?" Liam asked as he leaned against the wall, hands folded to his chest. Mark seemed lost in thought as he stared at me. "Yes, I am. Let's go" I said, hurriedly gesturing towards the hallway before they ask any questions. Liam raised a brow but didn’t push, just shrugged and fell in step beside me. “You’re acting weird” he muttered under his breath, though his tone held no malice, just concern. Mark, however, didn’t say a word. He followed quietly behind us, his presence heavy but unreadable. Still, I could feel his eyes on me, the way they lingered like he was trying to figure out what changed. We walked through the hospital in silence, the only sounds being the click of my heels and Liam occasionally humming some ridiculous tune. I didn’t want to answer their questions, not ye