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: A RACE BACK HOMEDAMIAN BLACKWOOD My blood ran cold, and my hands shook. The words seemed to writhe on the page, a venomous taunt. I read it again, my eyes scanning the elegant script, searching and hoping it did not mean what I imagined it did. Yet, it was there before my very eyes. A simple, brutal question that sliced through my composure like a razor.My gun, which had felt like a natural extension of my arm just moments before, now felt foreign, useless. I crumpled the note in my hand in a fit of rage, the paper tearing under the force of my grip. It was a classic taunt, a cruel game of cat and mouse where the cat was the one being led into a trap. My wife and newborn child. I had taken some men and left them at home, with only Jenny, a woman of good heart but no training in the art of survival. The thought of them, vulnerable and alone, with men who might not muster enough to attack sent a jolt of pure terror through me.I looked at my man, his face a mask of concern. "We need to get back to
Last Updated: 2025-08-18
Chapter: THE MILLION DOLLAR QUESTION DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The look of the warehouse convinced me that my answers lay there.It was a forgotten thing, a skeletal ruin of brick and shattered glass. My driver, a quiet man that was more lethal than he appeared, killed the engine three blocks away. There and then, I gave each one his orders."Some of you must stay here and keep the car running. Others spread themselves around the street and the best of you come with me. We'll be there and back in ten minutes, twenty at most. All of you be on guard. We might need to follow the car around, and you must all be ready." As I said it, I hoped it was not a lie, a foolish promise to all of them.Me and my chosen man walked the final stretch, the air growing colder as I approached, all my senses on alert. The warehouse surprisingly had guards, too, two hulking men with automatic weapons slung over their shoulders, their cigarettes hidden by the sunlight. They stood near a rusted metal door, the only entrance, and though I thought that t
Last Updated: 2025-08-18
Chapter: LENADAMIAN BLACKWOOD He chuckled, but it was nervous, and it struck me that he realized it too.He had once been haunted by the man, and only my intervention had saved him. He also privately shared his relief when I killed Vincent, admitting that he was quite convinced that he would have lost his life if Vincent didn't lose his first. His next words confirmed all of that.“Tell me if I'm thinking too much, but does that not refer to Vincent?”“I worry that it is the same too.”"Vincent's initials? If you're not kidding, Sir, then someone is definitely trying to mess with your mind. I really thought that chapter was closed.""It's not. And this time, there's a woman involved.”“Vincent never had a woman. The bastard was even gay.”“We might be overthinking things, but I still want you to find that woman for me. She had dark hair, wore sunglasses, and had a scarf. Find the car, find her owner. Dig deep—shell companies, rentals, whatever.""On it. Give me a few hours.”“Thank you, Sonny,” I
Last Updated: 2025-08-17
Chapter: THE GOOD FATHERDAMIAN BLACKWOOD I did not know why Eleanor was crying, but I was relieved when she slept. It really does take a lot to be a father. A ‘good’ father. Because sometimes it goes beyond your child and extends to your wife and her missing sister—I guessed that was why Eleanor was crying, at least. You have to be there for them, to be strong for them, to make sure that you wipe all tears you can while keeping them safe. Sometimes the sleep even leaves your eyes, just as it did for the rest of that night.I only lay without sleeping, staring at the ceiling and waiting for the day to break. And when that took too long, I got up and went down to the bar and tried a few drinks, enough to get the sleep into my eyes, but it never came. I thought it was fair, keeping watch with my men watching outside, even if they were watching the house in shifts and I was alone.When that bored me too, I went and stared at my son for a long, long time, and then picked up a gun, keeping my own watch while st
Last Updated: 2025-08-17
Chapter: NIGHTFALL ELEANOR SINCLAIR Evening descended, and light gave way to warm gold in colour that gave the room its warmth and left me in much the same state.Jenny helped bathe the baby, her fingers gentle as she washed his small body. His powdery scent filled the air, and I held him close, when she returned him feeling the strong throb of his breathing against me. Jenny was at the window after all that, light beginning to fade beyond her, and I unexpectedly felt a need to thank her for all that her presence had done for me in these past few hours that had filled me with uncertainty."Jenny," I whispered, "thank you. Thank you for everything. I don't know how I would have made it through today without you."She grinned, her face aglow as happily as it had been when we entered that morning. "Don't thank me, Eleanor. I'm just doing something I love. And you help me make it easier for myself, too, so I have to thank you on the same scale."You mean it?" I asked her."Certainly. You're stronger than y
Last Updated: 2025-08-16
Chapter: JENNYELEANOR SINCLAIRThe house felt empty without him.He was gone, having left behind a silence that hung on my chest, heavy with the ache of his absence and the sulky throb of my C-section wound. There I sat in the room where it had all started—once a maid's room in days past, and now my room as a new mother cradling our newborn son, who slept peacefully against me still, his eyes shut, his nostrils breathing. Jenny, the nurse Damian had introduced, sat in a chair beside me, her lanky body sitting in a position of tense preparedness that seemed both odd and comforting. All the while, however, my mind was on Damian's promise to search out Helen-Nora. It echoed in my mind as though he spoke it again to my hearing, each word underpinned by his unbreakable confidence, but also reminding me of the dangers he could face.Somehow, I required him here by my side where I could see him and know that he was safe with me, his steady presence anchoring me and not off there facing death or sending
Last Updated: 2025-08-15
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