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THE MEAL

Penulis: DebbyWrites
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-04-06 03:58:49

DAMIAN BLACKWOOD

I returned to my home only once the week after that.

That night, I painstakingly realized how drawn to Eleanor I had become, and how I felt by just being around her. It was a long night I could barely endure, and one that filled me with relief when the rays of sun touched my eyes. After that, I returned to my grandfather's house every night, where I found peace in the silence, the dogs, and above all, the woman.

I was there again on this particular night when I found her cooking a large meal. The kitchen smelled of broth and garlic as Eleanor moved with a quiet grace that was only interrupted by the tone she hummed while her hands chopped some greens on a board and a pot blew off steam on the stove. She did not hear me come in, and would not have known of my presence had she not turned and caught me all of a sudden, screaming in fright for it.

I stood still, my hands folded as she held a hand to her chest, taking in deep breaths.

“You scared me.” She whispered, whil
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  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   THE KIDNAP

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR I stood isolated on the desolate sidewalk, the rhythm of the city slamming into me, a muted thrum of existence eons removed. Night was bitter and bit at my skin, my shoulders as unforgiving as stone. The streetlights cast long, jagged shadows, their frail light attempting to pierce the gloom that enveloped everything else. I had cried until there were no more tears, and my breath caught, clogged in my throat, pressed down by it all—Damian, our wedding, the child he didn't know that I carried. I was coming undone, disintegrating like a length of twine, and I knew it. But I was going to make it stop. Even if not here. Not now.The engine growled through the silence, the rumble creeping in, slow and weighty, like a stalking animal on its prey. My stomach tightened, a sick plunge that left me rigid where I was. The tires crept along the road slowly, stopping, and I tensed as the window came down. A puff of chill air surrounded me, and with it, his voice—smooth and sli

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   JUST A DREAM

    VINCENT MOREAU And I opened my eyes and woke up from the dream.Perhaps it was a nightmare. It was one, in which I could not locate Eleanor Sinclair.I shut my eyes and relived discovering her after she had run out of the house. It had at first felt eerily impossible, until I took a turn about not more than a block from the house, and there she was, standing beneath a faint streetlight like some old movie heroine.My own foot stamped hard on the brake as my own head wrestled to believe it was her. Her black shining hair shone in the light, a welcome after the darkness that engulfed everything else, and I could even spot from way off the rigidity of her shoulders and the movement of her hands curling and uncurling at her sides. She was coming apart, and it was beautiful to see.I pressed the button to roll down the window, and a blast of cold night air greeted me as I leaned forward, letting my voice adopt that mocking tone of familiarity.Do you need a ride, sweetie?" I asked her, re

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   INTO THIN AIR

    VINCENT MOREAU That was when I saw that it was not the plan.The problem was that I had underestimated her.I had thought of her as a fragile woman, a damsel in distress trapped in Damian's golden cage, a beauty in need of saving from the beast that held her captive. That was my mistake.I failed to read her thoroughly, to see that she had been surviving on her own before she married Damian. It was a strength I could not have seen coming from her, accompanied by a tenacity that enabled her to run into the dark in the face of threat to her person. I had read her messages, eavesdropped on her phone calls, and even mapped her routines with the precision of a cartographer. In all that, I had left out something essential, something that meant everything in the end. It was the force of her will, and if it was driving her even now, she would not be running from Damian alone, but from me, the dreams I had dreamed for the both of us, and all she had known as Damian's friends. The realizatio

  • 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,

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