Alle Kapitel von The Wife He Burned, The Queen Who Returned : Kapitel 1 – Kapitel 7

The roar of the fire intensified, but when Victor Kane’s shadow fell over her, the temperature in the room seemed to drop. He did not look like a man trapped in a burning building. He looked like a man who owned the flames. “You’re a hard woman to find, Evelyn,” he murmured. His voice was low, steady, almost conversational, as if they were meeting in a boardroom instead of a collapsing hospital ward. Another contraction tore through her. She gasped, fingers knotting in his shirt. The fabric was expensive. Solid. Real. Not a hallucination. “My baby…” she choked. “Quiet,” Victor said, sliding one arm beneath her knees and the other behind her back. “I didn’t come this far to lose the only thing Damian Blackwood was stupid enough to leave behind.” He lifted her with terrifying ease. The corridor outside had transformed into a canyon of smoke and sparks. Drywall crumbled from the ceiling. Sprinklers hissed uselessly against flames that moved too fast. He didn’t head fo

The drive back to the Blackwood Estate felt like a descent into a grave Evelyn had sealed with her own hands. Rain lashed against the windshield, blurring the city into streaks of silver and shadow. The ruined obsidian gown clung cold and heavy to her skin, stiff with her son’s blood. Every red stain was a reminder. Sixty minutes. She did not call ahead. She did not warn him. She drove through the iron gates that once imprisoned her, past manicured hedges and stone fountains that had watched her cry in silence five years ago. The estate loomed ahead. Grand. Untouched. As if no one had ever burned inside it. Inside the study, Damian Blackwood stood before the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the storm fracture across the glass. Lightning illuminated his reflection in harsh flashes. He looked older. Not in years. In weight. A glass of amber liquor trembled in his hand as he was lost in thought. But his soul had not left that trauma bay. The study doors cre

The hallway lights felt too bright. Damian stood there for several seconds, unmoving, the leaked document still burned into his mind. His signature. His name. A decision he had never made yet could not deny belonged to him on paper. The sterile white corridor stretched endlessly in both directions, too clean, too quiet, as if the hospital itself were pretending nothing irreversible had just happened behind the closed door. Inside the room, Evelyn spoke quietly to the medical staff, her voice steady again. Controlled. Professional. The softness he had glimpsed only an hour earlier had vanished completely. The Queen had returned. He could hear it in the cadence of her tone. Calm instructions. No hesitation. No emotion leaking through the edges. It felt worse than anger. Anger meant he still mattered. This meant he didn’t. Minutes later, hospital security arrived. Polite. Professional. Carefully neutral. “Mr. Blackwood,” one of them said, voice lowered out of respect rather th