All Chapters of Velvet and vengeance: stripped by the enemy : Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

"A Hidden Softness" Maraleona's POV I found myself thinking back to the sign. The stylized "V" with a horizontal strike through the centre. I'd always thought it resembled an eye, other times it resembled a bird of sorts. Either way, it always caught my attention and had me hooked. That might have just been because Dimitri was the one to draw it before his death, but anyway. No matter how much I tried to keep it off my mind a d focus on work, it kept popping in. I couldn't help but think of the first time I saw it. The memory brought a small smile to my face. After my father died, my family reputation plummeted. People who were weary of me as I walked down the academy halls soon started whispering at the sight of my hairs. It wasn't exactly good whispers either. Their words were filled with venom, no longer the mock politeness that it held before. Girls that tried to get close to me to get close to Dimitri longer looked my way. In fact, they raised their noses and laughed as they

"First Death" Third Person's POV Presently, the world thought of Dimitri as a dead man that could possibly be walking the earth again. Before that, he was a figure that exuded dominance, respect and fear. But before he got to that point, he was just a boy. One with wide eyes and a smile equally as bright, one that looked at the world with wonder, curiosity and a hope for more. Eventually though, his eyes were closed. There was a day, one he would never forget. Dimitri's heart kept eating, but he died that day. His father had called for his presence. Young Dimitri was already quite weary of his father, but that fear would soon turned to deep loathing. The older man looked at him with an expression he couldn't quite read, but he hated it."Young Sir," A guard called out to Dimitri who was just sitting in the library, trying to read. "The master calls for you." He said, not meeting Dimitri's eyes. Djmutri stared for s moment before closing the book with a sigh. He walked over to the

"An Almost Encounter"Lucian's POV The money talks hadn't gone as smoothly as they used to. The instability of the underworld was causing a serious ruckus across every sector and it was infuriating. I had spent nearly three hours trying to convince people with too much money on their hands why our business would definitely rise to the top after the war despite the heavy target on our backs and our unwanted participation. "This whole thing," one old geezers with a pot belly had said, raising his hand like he was delivering ground breaking news. "They say this war is centred around an old colleague of yours... Dimitri, was it?" He snarled and the others started nodding and making sounds of agreement. "Misinformation about our old acquaintance is going around right now. I would like to remind you that he died a while back." I said, my voice as still as I could make it, trying to drimive the situation to a stable state. "What's not what I hear." Another old man whispered and the men

"From The Ashes" Maraleona's POV It was clear that whoever we were dealing with was no amateur. They had everything planned out and bad eyes in places no one would think of. I stared at the crest with deep thought. It suggested they watched not only Dimitri, but me as well. I hadn’t watched from the side as Dimitri or someone else buried the crest, I had buried it myself. I felt my body stiffened at the realisation. I looked at the golden crest once again and thought back to the events that unfolded around it. I remembered the first time I saw the crest. Dimitri had been overly excited, so much so that he couldn't contain himself. He presented the item to me with pride and joy like it was an heirloom of sorts. From the way he spoke about it and held it, I could tell he held the crest very close to his heart, it meant a lot to him. "Passed down to the first child," He explained, excitement lacing his voice. He retold the tales his mother had told him regarding the crest. When he op

“Misdirection”Dimitri’s POVMaraleona was someone who could regulate her emotions well, since she was little. She was soft to ethe people she loved, but was a hard wall to the rest of the world, but even I rarely saw her breakdown, let alone cry. The first time I did see her cry was such a moment. I was never sure how best to describe it. It was after the death of yet another animal that was in my care, I should have really stopped taking them in. Truly, I had been hurt when it died. I cared for it like it was my own even though it merely met me by chance and I fed it food.I remember holding the body in my hands. The coldness of the body sent a jolt of coldness up my body, all the way into my heart, but I remained unwavering as I dug a small grave for it. Maraleona had known of it and its death. As soon as she found out, her face changed and she fled the scene. I was confused for a moment but went back to preparing its final resting spot. When I was done, I went in search for her