Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance
She offered him her heart, her trust, her everything and her soul only to face betrayal, heartbreak, and being discarded as if she meant nothing to him.
Eleanor Sinclair was once a delicate, vibrant, quiet woman who loved intensely and wholeheartedly, but love caused her immense pain and regret. Married to the ruthless, wicked and influential Damian Blackwood, she suffered through his cold indifference, harsh words, and the stifling loneliness of an absent and void love. When he wrongfully accused her of infidelity and cast her away, she lost everything: her dignity, her aspirations,her goals, her life maybe and the child she was carrying.
Left for dead, Eleanor faded from existence, but she didn’t die. Instead, she emerged from her suffering, forged in the fires of pain and revenge, becoming the very nightmare of the underworld. No longer the timid, weak woman pleading for affection, she returns years later, powerful and driven by a singular mission: to destroy the man who ruined her life, to kill him and burn him if possible.
However, Damian Blackwood is unlike any other. Ruthless, strategic, and more dangerous than before, he never expected the woman he once threw away would come back stronger, more lethal and destructive, and beyond his reach. The moment he lays eyes on her again, he recognizes his error. She was never the weak one he was. Now, he’s determined to pursue her, plead, and break every rule to reclaim her for good.
But Eleanor has no heart left to offer. Not while the fire of revenge still courses through her veins.
He feels regret. She seeks vengeance. Let the pursuit begin…
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Chapter: VICTOR TURNED VICTIMVICTOR MOREAU This was my chance, however. The fleeting loss of his focus, the distraction-it was a vanishing moment of opportunity, but an opportunity nonetheless. Even while they were restraining me, it did not drain me as much as did the weight of what had happened, building a desperation that was going to consume me. My body ached, my head throbbed, and the knowledge that I'd been outsmarted by people I'd assumed were powerless were bitter pills to swallow. But seeing Helen-Nora, Eleanor, and Marcus drive off into the night had kindled a spark of triumph at Damian's defeat. It was a dirty, spontaneous victory, one that was going to buy me some much needed time, time that showed however brief. They dragged me deeper into the labyrinth of the fishery, along slicker, more vacated corridors. The stench of fish guts and cold, stagnant water was overwhelming. The gun shoved into my back to prevent me from running felt like hot scald, burning into my skin. My mind, though dazed an
Last Updated: 2025-06-28
Chapter: THE FOOLVINCENT MOREAU My smile was born of a reflex. It was the smirk of a man who had gambled on his chances all his life, and who would still gamble, a man who had just realised that he still held a hidden card even when he thought all chances were lost. Helen-Nora, the simpering, weeping mother of my child whom I had found so utterly useless, had actually done something right for once. She was stupid enough to not acknowledge the man who had saved her. Now, her frantic sobs and desperate pleas now looked as though they were all a smokescreen. It was as though she had created the distraction, and Eleanor, Damian's wife, had capitalized on it, and Marcus, the new hero with a death wish, had been their silent witness. Heck, he could even be Eleanor's new lover, and Damian would now feel used by her. He was still frozen, his eyes blank, so that the whole thing crumbled around him like a castle made of sand before a heavy tide. His eyes, which had been so sharp just seconds before, now s
Last Updated: 2025-06-27
Chapter: THEIR BETRAYAL VINCENT MOREAU In the face of all the chaos, who it was did not matter as much, anymore. There was too much of everything to be bothered about a door being drawn open-from the air I breathed in being so thick with the saltish, metallic smell of blood that I could almost taste it on my tongue to and the foul smell of fish-it had always been there, but now it stunk even more. My boots remained fixed on the wet concrete floor that was now covered with what was left of the fight that had just marked my loss. There were bodies strewn all over the ground, both of them faithful men of mine and traitors, but so many of my men that it did not even feel as though the enemy had suffered any losses. Their eyes stared at nothing at all, carrying that look that proves that the life in the body has long gone. And there I stood in the center of it all, chest heaving, untouched by a single bullet. Eleanor and Marcus were nowhere in sight, dead or alive, and it riled me to think that they had esc
Last Updated: 2025-06-26
Chapter: THE TWISTVINCENT MOREAU "Welcome to my world, Eleanor Blackwood," I uttered, heavy with sarcasm. "A world in which loyalty is something that one can ill afford, and every debt is paid in full.""What do you want?" Eleanor rasped out, her throat parched and her voice croaky and thick with rage and the tears she was doing everything to hold back. I moved around them carefully, my gaze darting between all three captives of mine."What I need," I said to her, "is for you to learn your rightful place and stick to it. To learn that nobody-not you, anyone-interferes in my business without regret." I took a step closer to her, my shadow falling across her like a heavy cloud. "You're going to be an example, Eleanor, a furious, wounded threat to anyone who thinks they can walk over me.""You'll never get away with this, Moreau! The police will arrest you!"I turned to look at the speaker and it was Marcus. His voice had returned, and it was trembling with stubbornness. How amusing?I smiled at his stup
Last Updated: 2025-06-25
Chapter: EVIL MEVINCENT MOREAU I stood in the centre of the fishery.The concrete floor was so cold that I could sense it through my shoes, and the lights cast jagged shadows on the walls. My gaze swept over the view before me, lingering for an instant on Marcus before drifting on to Eleanor.Just the way I wanted to see her.Her eyes flared with defiance, but I could see the cracks in them that broke her character—the fear, the rage, and most of all, the confusion."Tell me about your sister, then?" I breathed, making sure my voice was low enough that it felt like I was sharing a secret with her, and still yet loud enough to be heard in the farthest reaches of this enormous room. I gestured to Helen-Nora with a hand, a mindless thing I liked, like skipping a stone across water. "You seem to know everything, Eleanor." You are so clever. You don't know, however, that there are loyalties that cut deeper than loyalty or your high ideals about money."Helen-Nora's crying had briefly ceased before this,
Last Updated: 2025-06-23
Chapter: SISTER AGAINST SISTERVINCENT MOREAU A cold shiver went through the air that was not the night."Bravo, Eleanor," I snarled into the earpiece, my voice ringing seemingly in her ear. "A performance of greatness. Now the curtain falls."Abruptly, the dim lights of the fishery flickered, then flamed with a blaze of light, lighting the big room with a cruel, pitiless light. I pictured Eleanor squinting, putting up her hand to shield her eyes, blinded for a moment. Before she could recover sight, her heart would shatter.Figures emerged from every shadow, every crevice. Not a few men, but dozens, all of them in black tactical gear and balaclavas, with big guns. They advanced in hushed, choreographed movements, flowing out into the big room, closing in on their hideout.I heard Eleanor's curse, "Marcus, run!" and then her desperate shove. But it was all already too late. In an instant, before they could scramble out from cover, two of my men were on them, rushing with impossible speed. Her reality, I knew, was
Last Updated: 2025-06-22
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