All Chapters of Scarred Roses, Burning Vengeance: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

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THE OLD MAN

ELEANOR SINCLAIR The one thing I would find out quickly was that if this old man's home was the beginning of a path for me, then I could have as well said it was beginning with dogs. He had had enough of them rushing towards us, and two of them bounced around me. I was not the best person with dogs I didn't know, but none seemed intent on harming me, so I tolerated them. “Come in, Eleanor,” he called to me, and I followed him as he entered the house and sat down in it, plopping in the chair. I sat in the one opposite him, my mind aware that I was in a different house from everything I knew. The air smelled faintly of wood polish and dog fur—I even thought I could see the fur moving about in the air, and the furniture looked like it had been collected over decades, with a kind of worn dignity. A look showed me a grandfather clock ticking in the corner, the pendulum swaying with a side-to-side rhythm that my eyes were compelled to follow.When I could draw my mind from the clock, my n

Last Updated : 2025-03-30

FIRST DAY AT WORK

ELEANOR SINCLAIR It was as I lay in bed that I realized that I did not know what he would pay.The thought made me sit up in bed, staring into what felt like endless darkness. A sort of modesty held me from wanting to ask, and I decided that I would hold back until the end of the month, when I would decide if the work was worth doing for as long as I could, something I would do until I had a better job, or something I would not do past the month.Before I knew it, I was waking up to the sun.A new day had come.**First, I moved to work in the living room, cleaning, dusting, and wiping while waiting for him to wake up, which he did in an hour, and came to the living room in quite a dazed manner. At first, he froze when he saw me and only moved when I greeted.“Oh, Eleanor. You almost gave this old man a heart attack.” he laughed in a manner peculiar to old people while going to sit on the sofa. “I forgot that I had you for a while, and wondered who was being so confident in my living

Last Updated : 2025-03-31

NO USE CRYING OVER SPILT WINE

ELEANOR SINCLAIR It was difficult to pretend not to know Damian Blackwood. Everyone knew, and for people like me who were next to nothing, having to serve such a big shot felt like being sent off earth. My mind recounted all I had heard of him—how there were formal, government officials in Vieuti and how he was the single, unofficial ruling force. He reeked of success, and though I had also heard that he was not averse to killing those who made things difficult for him, he looked so solemn when I saw him that I almost could not believe it. It was even hard to think about. The management had chosen me to serve him because they decided I was the most experienced, but experience mattered less before him.I moved towards his table with the bottle of wine that he ordered—clearly some alcoholic vintage beverage I knew was way out of my class—and I knew I had to be careful with it. All of these things made my palms sweaty as I went even closer to where he sat, and I felt less of myself as

Last Updated : 2025-03-31

A YEAR AGO

ELEANOR SINCLAIR The only thing was that his eyebrows furrowed as he looked at me.“Why do you look so familiar?” He asked.“Because I poured some wine on you once, in a restaurant I was serving in. You made a joke out of it and told the manager that you wanted to see me on your next visit. I could say you saved my job with those words, but never allowed for a next visit.” “What restaurant is that?”I told him the name, and he laughed as the memory came rushing into his head.“Oh. I remember you… not exactly your name, but I think I remember the occasion,” he answered in a tone that made it clear that he was not as intent in speaking to me as I was to him. “I can't remember your name, but I did think of it after a while.”“What a miracle. You know each other.”“She knows me.” Damian smiled. “It's beautiful to see her again in any case. Do you still work at the restaurant?”“The funniest thing happened, Damian. Tell him the story, Eleanor.”.“Me?”“Who else? You saved me and deserve

Last Updated : 2025-04-01

RUSSIAN ROULETTE

ELEANOR SINCLAIR It was weird when the car came to a stop in front of a warehouse.“I thought we were going on a date?”A smug smile came on his face, and I thought it made him look cocky. It made him handsome too—not that he had ever been ugly, but there were people who had so many outstanding characteristics that drew your attention that you could not focus on any single one of them. That was Damian Blackwood. He was so many things rolled in one that it was almost unfair to simply think of his handsomeness and leave it there. He looked that handsome too, when he burst into a small round of laughter, his eyes taking me in. “I don't go on dates. The only dates I know are the ones marked down on my calendar for my money.”This confirmed it to me. Damian Blackwood was weird.“I did say I was going to show you something though. Come in with me and see.”“It's a warehouse.” I reminded him.Without another word, he opened his car door and went out, leaving me to decide on my next step. I

Last Updated : 2025-04-01

FAMILY

ELEANOR SINCLAIR Even though Damian would eventually let the man off with a warning and return me to his grandfather's house without even another word, I remained stuck on that kiss for a long time.It had to be because it was my first ever kiss. Somehow, I had remained untouched despite all the advances ever made towards me, and Damian had violated that. He kissed me without asking permission, and I wanted to be angry with him for doing it and to ask why. The chance to ask this question would not come until a week later when Damian dropped by. He went on and off banter with his grandfather before the latter withdrew for some reason, leaving his grandson alone in the living room with Tiny. I found my chance and dropped inside the room, moving aimlessly inside and waiting to catch his attention. I could say I was mildly disappointed when he did not say a word, but seemed rather focused on the little dog he carried while I cleaned the shelves I had already left shiny that morning. Th

Last Updated : 2025-04-02

LOVE IS A DISEASE

DAMIAN BLACKWOOD I wanted Eleanor away because I was in love with her. I had felt this way from the very first time I set eyes on her, and understood when my father declared that ‘love made a man weak’ after that day. Few waiters had poured wine on me, and even fewer had managed to get away with it. I did not care who they were—old, young, male, female—they had paid for it in one way or another until Eleanor Sinclair. Before I knew what was going on, she had walked away scot free and kept her job, all thanks to me.This made me so angry with myself that I resolved to forget about her.Until I saw her with my grandfather, and then kidnapped the man that almost stabbed her with a knife and even planted a kiss on her lips. That had to be the exact moment I knew…Eleanor Sinclair had to go. She had an effect on me that I did not like.How had it even happened in the first place?She was to serve my wine and had somehow tripped, the bottle turning the liquid splashing onto my shirt. I

Last Updated : 2025-04-02

TAKE ME HOME

ELEANOR SINCLAIR Even I would not have believed that I would marry Damian Blackwood.But things change so fast that one is forced to wonder what happened. No one talked about him when he wasn't there. It was not that his grandfather did not love him, but the old man had once admitted to me that his grandson was too abrasive for his liking. “Sometimes I wish his mother lived long enough and not died after childbirth. I doubt that she would have let his father raise him that way, as he now belongs to a level of masculinity that makes him less human. Of course, he knows how to show care for his family, but he would need to be more affectionate to be a proper father. His own father was some old, brutish thing.”I wholly agreed with him. Whether he was there or not, his presence could still be felt as something invasive. So no one talked about him when he wasn't around, and me, the old man, and his dogs lived in peace.Well, except for the fact that peace itself got bored of us and chose

Last Updated : 2025-04-03

THREE WISHES

ELEANOR SINCLAIR.You probably never know how much you love something—or someone- until you lose them.I had lost both my parents when I turned eighteen and spent the two years after that in an orphanage my distant, uncaring uncle dumped me in. I remember that my life changed so drastically in those two years, so that I went from a fun-loving, fairy-tale minded young girl to a woman thrust into a hard life where she had to do anything to survive. Only this old man had changed that and set me on a better path, putting smiles on a face that had almost forgotten how to use them. And now he was about to die. It was like losing my parents all over again, and it hurt even more as I sat by his bedside while watching his life leave him, his eyes getting weaker with each passing second. I watched his breaths rise and fall with fear, afraid that one of them would be his last, and right before my very eyes.However, he still lived three days after that.As would be expected of him, he only retu

Last Updated : 2025-04-03

FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS

ELEANOR SINCLAIR Damian and I were forced to be closer in the days leading up to the funeral.I found him incredibly calm, especially as I felt like a train wreck since the old man's death. Many times, I would see his bleeding head as he lay at the foot of the stairs and his corpse as it was left in the mortuary. I was also saddened by Bubbly’s behaviour, and quite convinced that hardly anything was going to make the dog return to the energy that had earned it his former name. Other times, I would wonder if he ever looked at Bubbly and wondered if the dog or any of its counterparts would kill him.I fed them often, and was doing this one time Damian came visiting a week after his grandfather's death. In all that time, I was living alone in the house—except the nine dogs could be described as company. He sat on the sofa that I had now come to identify as his— he was the only one I had seen sitting in it. Even the old man had not used it in my presence.“How has it been going for you?”

Last Updated : 2025-04-04

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