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THE RETURN

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VINCENT MOREAU

The air in my office is thick and oppressive.

They make me feel as though the walls will crush me as I sit at my desk, the highly polished mahogany gleaming in contrast to the storm raging in my head. The city stirs outside the window and I go to take a good look at it to ease myself of the suffocating environment and to reflect on how I have made myself an integral part of this place in the five years I have been here.

For some reason, Damian Blackwood comes to mind, and I think of when I used to want him, to desire him and snatch him from his wife. The memory makes me cringe now, indeed.

I have not lost my love for men. I have lost my love for Damian Blackwood.

He is a wreck and everybody knows it. Even he knows it himself.

I still think of how so solid a man could have lost his footing because of one woman leaving his life. I like to believe that there is something else, something that he had managed to keep to himself because I cannot for the life of me believe t
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    VINCENT MOREAU She's sitting at the end of the bar, her back to me.Her hair falls down her back in shiny waves, and the way she holds the glass in front of her, even from the angle of her head-it is almost as though she is a shadow of the woman I know, but I recognize it's her. It must be her. My heart is racing, a mixture of victory and anger. She's actually here. After all these years, she came back, and I found her first.She shouldn't even exist.Or maybe she doesn't even know I'm still here, still pulling my strings. I move closer, remaining behind in the shadows, my attention centered on her. She's dressed in a black jacket, something plain but fashionable, just the way Eleanor would be. The bartender leans over close, whispers in her ear, and we both hear the sound of laughter-so reminiscent of the beauty I knew and obsessed with.I slide into the booth opposite her, close enough to notice but far enough away to go unnoticed. My hands are tight, but my mind is in disarray. W

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   THE RETURN

    VINCENT MOREAU The air in my office is thick and oppressive.They make me feel as though the walls will crush me as I sit at my desk, the highly polished mahogany gleaming in contrast to the storm raging in my head. The city stirs outside the window and I go to take a good look at it to ease myself of the suffocating environment and to reflect on how I have made myself an integral part of this place in the five years I have been here.For some reason, Damian Blackwood comes to mind, and I think of when I used to want him, to desire him and snatch him from his wife. The memory makes me cringe now, indeed. I have not lost my love for men. I have lost my love for Damian Blackwood.He is a wreck and everybody knows it. Even he knows it himself. I still think of how so solid a man could have lost his footing because of one woman leaving his life. I like to believe that there is something else, something that he had managed to keep to himself because I cannot for the life of me believe t

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   CONFESSION

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR Helen-Nora's voice is low and steady, as she begins to unravel her affair with Vincent Moreau.She perches at the end of a worn-out couch in the dark room, her arms clasped around her body as if holding herself in place here. I stand there, with the same resemblance to us in my arms folded, my heart pounding in excitement. Marcus stands by the door, his presence a gentle reassurance, but his eyes watchful, tracking Helen-Nora's every move."Vincent found me about five years ago," she starts, eyes on the floor. "I was rock bottom-bills piling up, no work, no prospects. I'd been gambling, trying to scramble out of the hole I'd dug myself into, but it just created more issues. I was in a dirty apartment not too far from here, just surviving. I was out one night, drunk, when this guy came slinking into the booth next to me. Slicked-back hair, nice suit, snake eyes. That was Vincent."She scowls with a sour smile. "Everything about me, like some sort of magician. My name,

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   MY SISTER

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR Her face does not change in the least.I would even think she has no reaction if I did not see her clench her fists at her sides. "You don't know anything," she says, her voice low, almost a growl. "You must think in your fickle mind that you've got it all figured out, don't you? You thought you had the perfect little life, destroyed by the big bad wolf. But you don't know half of the whole story.""Then tell me,"I snap, advancing on her while trying hard to hold my tears in, to stop her from seeing them. "Tell me why my sister... my twin... who shared the same womb with me helped that monster destroy my life. Tell me why I didn't even know you existed until today."For the first time, something flickers in her eyes-guilt, maybe, or regret. Except that it is gone as quickly as it shows, only to be replaced by that hard, guarded look of hers once again. "You want the truth?" she says, crossing her arms. "Fine. But you're not going to like it."We both pause, her eye

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    ELEANOR SINCLAIRThe drive to the small town is a blur of gray roads and bare trees.At the same time, the winter landscape seems to be as bleak as my mood. Marcus drives beside me, his hands on the steering wheel and his eyes on the road, but I can feel him glancing over at me every couple of minutes, watching me cautiously with a quick look. I'm not going to break as he fears I will.At least, not yet. The envelope lies in my lap, lightweight and easy to forget, except that what it contains is a weight I cannot ignore, so that it burns into my mind. I can see her name before me, again.Helen-Nora Sinclair.The sister I never knew. The sister who betrayed me.I try to focus on the road as the car roars on, and I note that the address Marcus tracked down directs us to a cheap, local motel on the outskirts of town, the kind of place where people on the run go to hide. The neon sign before it flickers weakly, half the letters burned out so that it is hard to know what the original nam

  • Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance   THE STORM

    ELEANOR SINCLAIR I hold my breath as I read the name again and again.Helen-Nora Sinclair. It was even made to sound like mine. Eleanor Sinclair. I take another good, critical look at her face and feel as though I'm staring into a mirror or through a fantasy portal and finding a version of myself I never knew existed, that I could never have imagined. The documents in my hand feel as though they are on fire, each page a shard of glass that cuts a little deeper into the life I thought I had, revealing it to be something else. How could I have lived for twenty-seven years and not known that I had a twin sister. How could my parents have kept this away from me, without even a word? I feel betrayed, and hurt that they cannot answer my questions. I have a lot to ask them.The thoughts are odd, even unimaginable, but the evidence is undeniable. Her face... my face... our face... stares back at me from the grainy photographs, the emails with her picture attached, and the bank statements.

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