Watching her husband die right in front of her, Eleanor also experienced the most brutal death...stabbed and thrown in a well to fall to her death...in the hands of someone she trusted with her life. In her last breath, she wished she could be reborn....wished she could go back in time to get revenge on her and her husband's killer. A god heard her desperate cries. Going back six years before everything happened, Eleanor woke up in her 24years old body, who was just an office worker. She was given a second chance to rewrite her story. But there was one cruel twist....her memories of the killer's identity is gone. Mark Warren, a ruthless billionaire with a mysterious air around him, finds himself being drawn to an equally mysterious Eleanor Brown. What happens when he realizes that Eleanor wasn't who he thinks she was, and that she was after his life for an unknown reason.
view moreMARK’S POV "Where is it?" I asked Liam, staring at him coldly as I recalled how Eleanor held his hand. "Chill, dude. You haven't seen me in like what...?" he said, annoyingly calm, tapping his chin in mock thought. "A month? And the first thing you say to me is where is it?" "Quit your playful antics and hand over the file. I've got no time to joke around" I said, already feeling the edge of frustration sharpen in my tone. He let out a dramatic sigh and pulled the slim, black folder from the inner pocket of his coat. “Here you go, Mr. Serious” he said with a smirk, tossing it toward me before making himself at home on my office couch like he owned the place. "Why do you even need a background check on the Garrett company?" He smirked. "None of your business" I said curtly, already getting back to work. Liam whistled lowly. “You do realize the Garretts are bad news, right? Digging into their past isn't exactly... safe.” “I didn’t ask for a lecture.” “I’m just saying”
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
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
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
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
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
"...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
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
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...
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