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Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance THE SEARCH
VINCENT MOREAU The air was cold as I sprinted to the car. Yet, I had run so fast that each breath hurt my lungs and stomach. So determined I was to find her that I barely felt the pain. I would have only a precious few minutes with her before taking her away, because the last thing I wanted was Damian seeing us together. My eyes swept the looming shadows that ran endlessly into the night, darting between darkened forms that twisted and teased me. I knew for sure that she could not have gone far-not in those fragile shoes, not in her condition. She couldn't have. I had studied her every move for months, taken note of her habits, and seen her hesitations. I knew she had a mind of instinct while not being built for physical endurance. Yet the estate sprawled before me, vast and silent, its neat lawns and looming oaks swallowing any trace of her.I slid into the driver's seat with a sense of urgency, the scented leather creaking under my weight, and brought the engine alive. The vehicl
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance INTO THE DARKNESS
VINCENT MOREAU My heart raced with a goal that had made up every waking moment for months.Possessing Eleanor. I had grown obsessed with her in a way I had with no one else. I itched to own her, to rescue her from the golden cage that was her marriage and the man who failed to do her justice, to treat her as she should. At all costs, I wanted to make her mine.My plan had been cleverly arranged, and it was the result of weeks of watching, waiting, and manipulation. I had paid hard for the planting of those photographs, and carefully altered images which would shatter Damian's trust in his wife. The woman in the photos had been Eleanor, but it still was not her. I had concocted a web of lies, a despicable one I had well designed to build a rift between them. I knew well the temper and pride of Damian. He would answer in fury, and in the chaos, the woman I sought to make mine would be vulnerable—isolated, shunned, waiting for me to step forth and offer salvation. I would become her k
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance AWAY
ELEANOR SINCLAIR I was pushing my way through the crowd.As ever, I was proud of Damian, the man who had built this empire, and chosen me to have it to share with him. Tonight would be more than just our anniversary, a celebration of our life together, but the atmosphere was charged, charged with something indeterminate. I sensed it in the way Damian's eyes dodged mine as they had for three months, in the tightness of his jaw as he navigated the crowd of guests. Something was amiss, but I had no idea what.Then he drew the attention of all, his voice cutting through the noise like a knife. The room was quiet, and he began to speak."Eleanor. My wife. My friend. The woman who promised to stand with me."My eyes widened at his tone."But what is loyalty if it is based on deception?"I felt it was strange, an uneasy turn of events. It caused me to question him about what he was doing, tugging on his arm to present my inquiry. There could have only been small that would be more perplexin
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance GET OUT
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD“That's not me,” her voice rang out. “Is it not?” I asked her, trying my best to ensure that the smile on my face remained despite the furnace burning inside of me. Then I pressed another button on the remote and the image on the screen changed, giving way for another one to come on display.“That's—” she began.“You and your lover?” I snarled.I don't know how or where you got that, but it's not what you think," she broke in, her voice cracking. "Damian, hear me out—”“Hear what?” I asked her.She rushed towards me, stopping only right before me, the panic on her face deeply glaring. “I don't know where you got that from, but that's not me. It's not even real.”Her words were a spark to my fuse, and I wondered how much of a fool she thought I was. The very images I had kept and stared at for weeks, that I had taken all that time to realize that they were real and she was actually cheating. She planned to deny them, and just like that…In one swift motion, I struck
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance EXPOSURE
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The pictures burned at me every time I saw them after Vincent first handed them to me.For days after that, I would lock myself in, and stare at them for hours on end. Then I would go out and stare at the woman outside, the one that was my wife. I found it difficult to reconcile the images with the woman outside, and continued to wonder why exactly she would dare to do such a thing to me. What had given her the nerve? Who was the man even?I slowly descended into madness, and if she noticed it, she gave no indication. She continued to be the perfect wife, a good one too, and watching her do this annoyed me even more. I would sit up and stare at her sleeping form, grappling with the idea of strangling her or simply shooting her dead. But I couldn't. I, a man who had killed many others, could not do away with Eleanor Blackwood.That was when I decided that I wanted to humiliate her. The ideas came quickly, and I could see it happening in my mind's eye. I would show ev
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance HEAVY WEIGHT
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The envelope had weighed like a rock in my hands, its presence heavy. Vincent's words rang in my head, every one of them cutting through the life I'd imagined. Eleanor. My Eleanor. The woman I loved, the woman I'd possessed, walking away to some nobody's place, opening up for a man who didn't belong to me. The pictures Vincent had sent me seared my fingertips, and I couldn't resist rifling through them, each one a new wound. Her smile in another's arms, her face pressed to his-it was she, no doubt about it. The panty he'd gotten his spy to steal, that lacy number I knew so intimately, was in the envelope like a nail in the coffin.I reclined in the café chair, the frail wood groaning beneath me, and attempted to gasp for air through the fury tearing up my throat. Weeks. She'd been pulling this for weeks, and I'd failed to notice. Me, Damian, the guy who controlled everything, who was aware of every scheme in that damned town of Vieuti. I was the one who all feared,
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance THE WAIT
VINCENT MOREAU "I followed her," I told him, my tone even. "She has been dating him for some time now, and he does not live in this town, which is logical because everyone in Vieuti is scared enough of you to mess with your wife. I found that they would always meet in the same place... in his house, at the same time... in your absence. I crept in close enough to get the photos, and I had my spy steal the panty... it's a simple house belonging to a poor man after all, and bring it back to you so you would make sure it was her. You know I don't play for errors."He snorted, but it was not a sound of disbelief, but of revulsion. "Weeks," he growled, to himself rather than to me. "And I didn't know about it.""You weren't supposed to," I shrugged, almost amused. "She was careful enough to make sure it was with someone outside Vieuti. But not careful enough to escape my watch."He fell into silence, looking at the pictures again and silently slipping them through his hands. I could almos
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance THE STRIKE
VINCENT MOREAU Three months later, I thought enough time had passed for me to strike.It was why I sat facing Damian across a grimy café on the outskirts of Vieuti, in the kind of hastily set-up establishment where the coffee tasted bitter and the customers kept their eyes on their own business. If they took note of Damian, no one gave any sign or indication.The envelope I had with me in my hand was thicker than it should have been, full of glossy snaps and something I'd gone to considerable effort to acquire. The plan had worked quite well so far, and with all deliberation, as I'd promised myself that night when I snuck out of their house while they were both confused over where the other was, Eleanor's underwear in my pocket like a trophy. I had sniffed it for so long that it started to smell less like her and more like cotton, which was when I decided that it was time to deliver now, if I wanted her. Damian sat on the other side of me, looking far worse than I had expected. His
Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance UNCERTAIN
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The silence of those three months was a cage, and I was the animal pacing around in it. I found how much of nothing that happened amazing. There were no new messages. No suspicious characters to be seen lurking around on my high-end cameras. No new bits of news from Vincent's spy circle. The fake number never messaged again and rather remained a phantom, assigned to a burner phone that might have been turned to ash. The stillness made me believe that my empire-a legacy formed from decades of Black and Blackwood family heirlooms while being built upon blood, toil, and bargains that made lesser men tremble-was intact, but there remained at the same time the cold press of an intangible knife against my throat. Still, I prepared and waited to see what would happen, refusing to let down my guard. I had never been a man to sit idly while waiting. I was Damian Blackwood, and I suffocated threats before they dared to inhale.Eleanor, my wife, was a ghost in those three mo
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