SCARRED ROSES, BURNING VENGEANCE

SCARRED ROSES, BURNING VENGEANCE

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She offered him her heart, her trust,her everything and her soul only to face betrayal, heartbreak, and being discarded as if she meant nothing to him. Eleanor Sinclair was once a delicate, vibrant quiet woman who loved intensely and wholeheartedly, but love caused her immense pain and regret. Married to the ruthless, wicked and influential Damian Blackwood, she suffered through his cold indifference, harsh words, and the stifling loneliness of an absent and void love. When he wrongfully accused her of infidelity and cast her away, she lost everything: her dignity, her aspirations,her goals, her life maybe and the child she was carrying. Left for dead, Eleanor faded from existence, but she didn't die. Instead, she emerged from her suffering, forged in the fires of pain and revenge, becoming the very nightmare of the underworld. No longer the timid,weak woman pleading for affection, she returns years later, powerful and driven by a singular mission: to destroy the man who ruined her life,to kill him and burn him if possible. However, Damian Blackwood is unlike any other. Ruthless, strategic, and more dangerous than before, he never expected the woman he once threw away would come back stronger, more lethal and dangerous, and beyond his reach. The moment he lays eyes on her again, he recognizes his error. She was never the weak one he was. Now, he's determined to pursue her, to plead, and to break every rule to reclaim her for good. But Eleanor has no heart left to offer. Not while the fire of revenge still courses through her veins. He feels regret. She seeks vengeance. Let the pursuit begin...

SCARRED ROSES, BURNING VENGEANCE Chapter 1 FALLING

Eleanor's POV

SLAP!

The impact and sound of Damian's palm hit my cheek with such force that I tumbled backwards. For a moment, my vision became blurry, and a strong pain ran through my face. The world around me turned around, the big chandeliers above turning into streaks of gold. Gasps filled the ballroom, followed by a suffocating and usual silence that felt like a heavy weight pressing down on me.

I pressed my fingers to my burning cheek, the sting only adding to my pain. While my ears rang from the blow tingle, the pounding of my heart was even louder. This couldn't be real. This couldn't possibly be happening to me.

Damian Blackwood, my husband, my love, my everything, stood before me, his gaze filled with cold, unyielding fury, just like that of the dagger.

"You ungrateful whore! You bastard" he roared, his voice moving through my entire being.

I recoiled at the venom in his words. My lips twisted, trying to defend myself, but my throat felt dry and my mind was a blank and sorry slate.

The grand ballroom of the Blackwood Estate was packed with the city's elite wealthy businessmen, influential politicians, and high-society figures all of them were staring at me, their expressions filled with judgment and hate. The celebration was supposed to honour our anniversary, a night to honour our love. But love had vanished at that moment.

Because tonight, love had turned into betrayal, and that hurt.

Damian held my wrist, drawing me closer with a firm grip that felt like it could crush my bone into pieces. "How dare you make me look foolish?" His fingers dug painfully into my skin like a lion's claw.

Desperately, I shook my head. "Damian, please, I don't get it! What are you talking about?" My voice shook, barely above a whisper.

He let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "You don't get it? Perhaps this will jog your memory, you stupid idiot."

Turning to his right, my stomach dropped as Vincent Moreau, Damian's closest associate and friend, stepped forward. His sharp, predatory look shined with satisfaction as he handed Damian a thick envelope. Damian tore it open and revealed a series of glossy naughty photographs.

He throws them to the floor at my feet.

I looked down, and the ground beneath me seemed to crumble.

There I was, Eleanor Sinclair Blackwood captured in various naughty images. But the woman in those pictures wasn't me. She was in a hotel room, too close to another man's body, to furking close, smiling, resting on his shoulder. In one photo, my hand rested against his chest, caressing it; in another, our lips were almost touching each other.

A wave of icy and cold terror washed over me. "No... this can't be true!" I gasped for breath. "This is fabricated, Damian! I promise you!"

But he wasn't listening to me. He had already made up his mind.

"You make me sick," Damian spat, his once passionate eyes now void of emotion. "You were carrying another man's child while pretending to be my wife in my own home."

His words cut through me like a knife. I stumbled back, shaking my head unsteadily. "No, I would never do that"

Vincent sighed with exaggerated disappointment. "Tsk, tsk, Eleanor. Lying at this point is simply sad." He shook his head, smirking. "We have witnesses. The hotel manager saw you check-in. The staff verified it was you."

Desperation moved inside me as I faced him. "You're lying! You set this up! You framed me!"

Vincent just smirked. "Prove it."

As my hands trembled, I reached for Damian. "You know me. You love me. You know I would never betray you!"

But Damian recoiled as if my touch burned him.

"You're no wife of mine," he said, his voice cold and firm. "You mean nothing to me."

The pain that followed was far worse than the slap. Far worse than all of his accusations. Because Damian wasn't just ending our marriage he was erasing me from his life entirely.

"Throw her out," he commanded.

Before I could understand what was happening, the guards moved forward. Strong hands seized me, dragging me toward the exit.

"Damian, please!" I cried out, struggling against them. "Just listen to me! I swear, I never betrayed you!"

But he turned his back on me.

He didn't even glance back as they led me away.

*****

The door was closed behind me, and the chill and freeze of the night air brushed my unprotected skin like needles. My body was shaking from the cold, the shock, and the crushing realization that my world had just been dismantled, that my life had just been destroyed.

I stood outside the grand estate, my vision fading by unshed tears.

My life had been torn away.

I had no money, no family, no home.

The dress I wore, a custom piece that Damian had once admired on me, now felt like a cruel mockery. My hair was rough, and my face was swollen from tears and humiliation.

The rain began to fall light at first, then heavier, soaking me all through.

I couldn't move.

I had nowhere to go.

A sickening twist in my stomach served as a bitter reminder that I wasn't alone in this.

I placed a hand on my lower belly.

Our baby.

I had planned to tell Damian tonight. I had rehearsed the words over and over. But instead of sharing what should have been the happiest news of our lives, I had been discarded like trash, the pain...

I inhaled sharply, forcing myself to stand tall and still.

I needed to think. I needed to

A sharp clicking sound broke the silence.

Footsteps.

I turned just as a black SUV pulled up. The tinted windows rolled down, revealing Vincent's smirking face.

"Need a ride, sweetheart?" His voice filled with mockery.

I stepped back instantly. "Stay away from me you bastard."

He laughed lightly. "Now, now, is that any way to speak to the man who just helped ruin your life?"My nails dug into my palms out of frustration. "Why are you doing this?"

Vincent leaned against the window, his smirk widening. "Because, Eleanor... I wanted to witness the moment you will finally fall."

Rage moved within me, but before I could respond, the back door of the SUV swung open. Two masked men came outside. Panic flooded through me. I turned to run.

But it was too late. One of them seized my wrist, pulling me back.

I screamed, kicking and thrashing, but they overpowered me. One of them pressed a cloth over my mouth, the sharp, sickly scent invading my senses.

Darkness covered my vision. Damian, I thought faintly, before my world slipped into darkness....

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“She offered him her heart, her trust,her everything and her soul only to face betrayal, heartbreak, and being discarded as if she meant nothing to him. Eleanor Sinclair was once a delicate, vibrant quiet woman who loved intensely and wholeheartedly, but love caused her immense pain and regret. Married to the ruthless, wicked and influential Damian Blackwood, she suffered through his cold indifference, harsh words, and the stifling loneliness of an absent and void love. When he wrongfully accused her of infidelity and cast her away, she lost everything: her dignity, her aspirations,her goals, her life maybe and the child she was carrying. Left for dead, Eleanor faded from existence, but she didn't die. Instead, she emerged from her suffering, forged in the fires of pain and revenge, becoming the very nightmare of the underworld. No longer the timid,weak woman pleading for affection, she returns years later, powerful and driven by a singular mission: to destroy the man who ruined her life,to kill him and burn him if possible. However, Damian Blackwood is unlike any other. Ruthless, strategic, and more dangerous than before, he never expected the woman he once threw away would come back stronger, more lethal and dangerous, and beyond his reach. The moment he lays eyes on her again, he recognizes his error. She was never the weak one he was. Now, he's determined to pursue her, to plead, and to break every rule to reclaim her for good. But Eleanor has no heart left to offer. Not while the fire of revenge still courses through her veins. He feels regret. She seeks vengeance. Let the pursuit begin...”
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Chapter 1 FALLING

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Chapter 2 HELL

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Chapter 3 BARGAIN

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Chapter 4 BEGINNING OF SUFFERING

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Chapter 5 NO ESCAPE

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Chapter 6 DEATH

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Chapter 7 DESPISED

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Chapter 8 A YEAR LATER

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Chapter 9 THREE YEARS LATER

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Chapter 10 IRON AND STEEL

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Chapter 11 FIFTEEN

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Chapter 12 DARING

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Chapter 13 DEAL

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Chapter 14 A FATHER'S TALE

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Chapter 15 THE BLACKS

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Chapter 16 CLOSE SHAVE

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Chapter 17 BLOOD

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Chapter 18 TWENTY FIVE

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Chapter 19 FAKE GOLD

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Chapter 20 ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER

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Chapter 21 THE OLD MAN

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Chapter 22 FIRST DAY AT WORK

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Chapter 23 NO USE CRYING OVER SPILT WINE

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Chapter 24 A YEAR AGO

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Chapter 25 RUSSIAN ROULETTE

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Chapter 26 FAMILY

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Chapter 27 LOVE IS A DISEASE

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Chapter 28 TAKE ME HOME

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Chapter 29 THREE WISHES

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Chapter 30 FUNERAL ARRANGEMENTS

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Chapter 31 GOING HOME

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Chapter 32 THE OLD MAN'S FORESIGHT

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Chapter 33 DONT GO.... PLEASE

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Chapter 34 THE MEAL

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Chapter 35 DESIRE

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Chapter 36 THE POWER OF LOVE

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Chapter 37 I'VE ALWAYS LOVED YOU

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Chapter 38 MY PRINCE CHARMING

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Chapter 39 SEEING SHADOWS

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Chapter 40 EVERYTHING IS WRONG

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