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The Scent of Suspicion
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From Prison To Power: The Ex-Wife's Vengeance When The Devil Gets His Revenge
Chapter 28Silas’s POVThe ache in my groin was a dull, throbbing reminder of the checkmate she’d dealt me three hours ago. It pulsed with every heartbeat, a relentless drumbeat that echoed through my veins, refusing to fade. I had spent forty minutes under a spray of ice-cold water in the en-suite shower, the frigid needles biting into my skin, but they did nothing to extinguish the inferno Valencia Knox had ignited deep in my marrow. My study still smelled of her, that intoxicating pomegranate musk mingled with the faint whisper of expensive silk and every time I closed my eyes, I saw those violet contacts burning with a triumph that made me want to throttle her and worship her in the same ragged breath.I was no longer the master of this house. I was a man haunted by a ghost of my own making, a specter that wore her face and whispered promises of ruin and ecstasy.I moved from the study to my private quarters, a sprawling sanctuary of steel, glass, and shadows that spanned the en
From Prison To Power: The Ex-Wife's Vengeance The Scent of Suspicion
Chapter 27Antonio’s POVThe smell of rotting roses still clung to the vents of the Rossi Manor, a cloying, sweet stench of decay that no amount of expensive aerosol could mask. It sat in the back of my throat, reminding me of things that should stay buried.I sat in my study, the mahogany desk gleaming under the lamplight. On the floor sat the charred remains of the white wooden box. I had watched it burn in the fireplace, but the image of those shriveled, brown petals was burned into my retinas."Isabella is dead," I whispered to the empty room, my voice a jagged edge of glass. "My mom had the prisoners finish her off.”I poured a glass of twenty-year-old scotch, the amber liquid trembling slightly. I hated the tremor. I hated that a bunch of dead flowers and a card had reduced Clara to a blubbering, hysterical mess upstairs. She was currently sedated, a weak, useless replacement for the woman I had broken. Isabella had been many things, fragile, beautiful, silent but she had neve
From Prison To Power: The Ex-Wife's Vengeance The Queen’s Gambit
Chapter 26Valencia’s POVThe silence of Blackwood Manor after the canceled Gala was deafening. Silas had grounded me like a child, dismissed my resolve as fragility, and walked away with that maddening, untouchable composure. He thought he had broken my spirit tonight. He thought he had seen the fly tangle herself back into the web.He was wrong.I didn't go back to the gym. I didn't tear off the black gown. Instead, I let the rage simmer until it turned into something dark, refined, and predatory. If Silas wanted to teach me about domination, then he needed to learn that a weapon is only as sharp as the hand that holds it, and I was about to bite the hand that fed me.I found him in his private study at 0300. The room was bathed in the soft, flickering orange light of the fireplace and the clinical blue glow of his iPad. He was sitting in his high-backed leather chair, shirt sleeves rolled up, the top three buttons undone, exposing the hard planes of his chest and the faint trail
From Prison To Power: The Ex-Wife's Vengeance The Midnight Confession
Chapter 25Valencia’s POVThe transformation was complete. I stood in the center of my suite, a vision of monochromatic death and high-fashion armor. The black gown was a masterpiece of structural silk, backless to the waist to reveal the scars Silas had worshipped with his mouth, and slit to the upper thigh to allow for the hidden holster strapped to my skin. My hair was a sculpted crown of dark glass, and the violet contacts made me feel as though I were looking at a world that had already been conquered.I reached for my clutch, my fingers steady, my heart a calm, rhythmic pulse. The "Gala" was less than an hour away. I was ready to walk into the lion’s den and set it on fire.But as I turned toward the door, it hissed open.It wasn't Silas. It wasn't Jax.It was Maria.She had abandoned her professional black suit for a simple, high-collared gray dress. She looked smaller than she had in the medical wing, more fragile, but her eyes, the eyes that had watched me from the shadows o
From Prison To Power: The Ex-Wife's Vengeance The First Public Ghost
Chapter 24Valencia’s POVThe aftermath of my "lesson" with Silas felt like a permanent fever. Every time the silk of my robe brushed against my shoulder, I felt the phantom sting of his teeth; every time I drew a breath, I tasted the lingering scent of smoke and storm. I stood before the floor-to-ceiling mirror in my suite, staring at the woman looking back.Isabella Rossi was a fading memory, a girl who had been broken by a husband's cruelty. Valencia Knox was a creature of sharp edges and cold intent, forged in the fires of Blackwood Manor."The delivery is ready, V."Jax’s voice came through the intercom, sounding hollow and strained. After his confrontation with Silas in the server room, he hadn't looked me in the eye. He stayed buried in his code, a silent sentinel watching my vitals, his jealousy a thick, invisible wall between us."Bring it up," I said.The door slid open, and a courier, one of Silas’s silent, gray-suited ghosts entered carrying a long, rectangular box of w
From Prison To Power: The Ex-Wife's Vengeance The Hacker’s Heart
Chapter 23Silas’s POVThe scent of her was still a phantom in my lungs, pomegranate, sweat, and the musk of a woman who had finally tasted her own power. My back stung where her nails had staked their claim, and my shoulder bore the deep, purple crescent of her teeth.I walked through the silent, cold corridors of Blackwood Manor, my stride rhythmic and heavy. My dress shirt was a ruin, the silk torn at the collar, buttons missing where her frantic fingers had demanded more of me. I felt like a man who had just finished a ritual, a coronation in the dark.She was becoming a masterpiece of vengeance. But even a masterpiece needed a secure pedestal.As I neared the security hub, the air changed. The subtle, electronic hum of the manor, the pulse I monitored with clinical obsession stuttered. A micro-fluctuation in the server load. Someone was moving through the deep-layer protocols.I didn't go to my study. I went to the server room, the pressurized, chilled sanctuary where the digita
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