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Chapter 22: Ashes Aren’t the End
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Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 43: The Night Counter
The streets of Garden Metro glistened under a thin drizzle as Damien drove Elara away from the Roseview Hotel. The city at night was all neon halos and shadows that moved like they had purpose.But Elara’s eyes weren’t on the view. They were on the small folded note in her clutch.She read it again, not because she needed the words, but because she liked how hollow they sounded now. In the ballroom, those sentences had been Cassidy’s weapon. Out here, they were just ink on paper — stripped of bite.Cassidy wasn’t one to wait. Elara knew that. Humiliation in public meant retaliation in private.“Damien,” Elara said quietly, “circle to the South Docks before we go home.”Damien’s brows furrowed in the rearview mirror. “You expecting trouble?”“I’m expecting her to think I’m heading straight back to the estate. Which means she’ll send trouble there. And if I’m not there when it arrives…”“…we can watch them waste their time,” Damien finished, a grin tugging at his mouth.Meanwhile, acros
Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 42: The Public Strike
The ballroom of the Roseview Hotel glittered with the kind of opulence only Garden Metro’s elite could afford — chandeliers dripping with crystal, gold leaf curling around the walls, waiters gliding silently with trays of champagne.Elara wasn’t here to mingle. She was here to be seen.Her gown was black silk, slit high at the side, her hair pinned in a sleek twist. To the untrained eye, she was another elegant young woman trying to climb the city’s social ladder. But to the right set of eyes — the set she wanted — her presence was a calculated statement: I’m not hiding.Marcus had warned her this gala was dangerous ground. Cassidy would be here, surrounded by business leaders, politicians, and the kind of journalists who could twist a rumor into a career-killing headline.Which was exactly why Elara wanted to walk right into it.Damien’s voice crackled softly in her earpiece as she accepted a flute of champagne from a passing waiter.“Target sighted. Cassidy just entered with Vincent
Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 41: A Thread Pulled Tight
The night air in Garden Metro had a strange stillness to it, the kind that came before either a storm or a bloodbath. From the high windows of Marcus’s main safehouse, Elara watched the lights of the West District glitter against the darkness.Every move Cassidy had made since Victor Dane defected had been sharper, faster — but also sloppier. The firebombing proved it. And that recklessness, Elara realized, could be molded into a weapon.Damien entered the room, his heavy boots dull against the hardwood floor.“You’ve been staring out there for hours,” he said.Elara didn’t turn to look at him. “I’m waiting for the threads to tangle.”Damien crossed his arms. “She’s not going to stop hitting you just because you’re patient.”“I’m not being patient,” Elara said, finally facing him. Her eyes were sharp, calculating. “I’m building a trap.”She walked over to the strategy board, where Cassidy’s network was spread out in photographs, names, and red lines connecting them. One corner of the
Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 40: Fractures in the Web
The call came just after midnight.Cassidy Vance was in her penthouse suite on the top floor of the Regal Arcadia, a hotel she technically didn’t own but effectively controlled. The walls were glass, framing the city’s glittering skyline, but the room’s warmth came from the deep reds of the furniture and the low, steady hum of a record player spinning some old jazz.She was sipping a glass of wine when Vincent — her personal fixer — stepped inside without knocking.His face told her enough before he even spoke.“What is it?” she asked, not looking up from her drink.“It’s Dane.”Cassidy’s gaze shifted, cold and deliberate. “What about him?”“He met with… someone. Walked out of the White Spire without a single chip cashed in. Went straight home, called no one, moved a bag into his car. He’s gone.”Her fingers tightened around the stem of the wine glass. “Gone?”Vincent nodded once. “No flights out of Garden Metro under his name. But the man’s not hiding from us — he’s hiding from you.”
Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 39: The First Strike
The day after Pier 14 felt different.The sun still rose over Garden Metro’s jagged skyline, painting the high-rises in gold and shadow, but for Elara, the air carried a new weight. It was no longer the heaviness of fear — it was something sharper, cleaner. A weapon being unsheathed.Marcus was stable, though still unconscious in the safehouse infirmary. Damien had posted two men outside his door, and Lena hadn’t left his side except to eat. Elara, however, couldn’t sit still. Her body moved before her mind caught up — pacing, writing, erasing, writing again.She’d made her choice.Cassidy had drawn first blood in this war, but Elara intended to finish it.Garden Metro’s underworld was a web — not a neat, symmetrical one, but a sprawling, tangled thing built over decades. Cassidy owned some of the thickest threads: gambling dens, illegal import routes, and a chain of high-end clubs that doubled as fronts for her operations. She didn’t need to hold every string. She only needed to hold
Wounded Rose of Garden Metro Chapter 38: Fire in the Veins
The night swallowed them whole as Elara half-dragged, half-carried Marcus through the narrow back alleys behind Pier 14. His weight pressed heavily against her side, every staggered breath from him a reminder of how close they’d come to losing him.Lena’s voice crackled in her ear. “I’ve got your location. Keep moving straight for another block, then cut left. Damien’s bringing the car.”Elara didn’t answer. She couldn’t waste the air. Her lungs burned, her legs ached, but she wasn’t stopping. Not when Marcus’s life was dangling by a fraying thread.They burst into an empty street lit only by a flickering neon sign above a closed pawn shop. The black SUV screeched to a halt in front of them, passenger door flying open. Damien jumped out, his face hardening when he saw Marcus.“Get him in the back.”They maneuvered Marcus inside, laying him across the seat. His skin was pale, clammy, his shirt soaked through with blood. Elara climbed in beside him, pressing her hand to the wound on his
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