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The Scent of His Vengeance

Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1218    |    Released on: 10/07/2025

ayes's huma

hing else away. I was once Ava Monroe, a perfumer with a

ows where he told me to wait. He held her close, his hand resting on the small of her back. Chloe leaned h

s the poison that

ars. It echoed in the cavernous hall, a painful reminder of what I could never have. He looked hap

against my stomach, my breath catching in my throat. It was too soon. The baby, our seventh, was only three mo

uld let me go. He would release my family's company from his grip. It was a lie, I knew it was a lie, b

ip to keep from crying out, the metallic taste of blood filling my

ed from his face, replaced by a cold, hard mask. He said something to Chlo

me, his tall frame blocking out the light from the party below. The air grew thick wi

he asked, hi

rely audible. I couldn't look at him. I st

and disgust. Not for the child we were losing, but for

ngers digging into my fle

was beautiful, all white and gold, but to me, it was a prison. He

front of the bed like a caged animal. "One

y stomach as another wave of pain washed over m

y doesn't fix this. Do you know what your parents did to my mother? Do

tant gray, burned with a fire I knew all too well. It was the fire of pure

was supposed to enhance human connection. It destroyed her. It made

e," I cried. "T

And you will pay for their sins. You, your body, your scent. You are the

mask. "The doctor will be here in an hour to collect

forced pregnancy, loss, and torment. Each time a child was conceived, my body would produce the rare, potent ingredients of my family's formula in a highly

ope snapped. I lay on the bed, bleeding and empty, and I knew I couldn't do

I forced myself to walk. I found the small, velvet-lined box where I kept the ashes of my last chi

. No one stopped me. I was invisible, a ghost in my own home. I walked out the

is was it. This was my release. I took a step o

ack from the edge with brutal force. I fell to the pa

ly's formula, the very thing he had used to destroy me. He had ripped it in two. His face wa

with an emotion I couldn't name. He grabbed my shoulders and

e, amidst the scattered ashes of our child, I saw a tear trace a path down his cheek.

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The Scent of His Vengeance
Isidora Zytowski Modern
“I was Liam Hayes' s human diffuser, a vessel for a scent he owned, a living reminder of his mother' s tragic death that he blamed on my family. Tonight, I watched him with Chloe Thompson, hidden in the shadows where he told me to wait. Then, a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. It was happening again. The baby, our seventh, was only three months along, but I knew the signs. Liam' s smile vanished when his eyes found mine. He dragged me to our bedroom, screaming, "You are useless, Ava!" He paced like a caged animal, snarling, "I gave you one job, and you can' t even do that." He wanted me to suffer, to feel the same emptiness his mother felt, for the rest of my life. The next day, he paraded me at a gala, a trophy for his business associates to touch. He said, "She' s all for you tonight, Marcus. Enjoy." As Marcus' s hands roamed, Liam whispered, "I own you. Your body, your scent, your shame. This is what Monroes deserve." I had lost seven children, seven tiny sparks of hope. Chloe, the woman for whom my babies' "essence" was harvested, gloated over my most recent loss, wanting to use my dead son' s ashes for a ritual bath. My grief turned to rage. "They were my children!" I screamed, clutching the urn to my chest. "Let them rest in peace!" But she threw it, and Daniel' s ashes spilled into the birdbath, dissolving into murky water. I cradled my hands, bleeding as I tried to scoop them up, when Liam appeared, his face a thunderous mask. "You dare to lay a hand on her?" he growled, fueled by Chloe' s lies. "What do I owe you, Liam?" I asked, a cold clarity settling over me. "I have given you my body, my scent, my children. What more do you want?" He grabbed me by the throat, squeezing. "I want your soul. I want you to suffer until you beg for a death I will never grant you." As the world faded, I welcomed the darkness, whispering my children' s names. He released me, then ripped my dress, exposing me to the guards. "Do what you want. Let everyone see what a Monroe is worth." Something snapped. I ran, throwing myself in front of a truck. This time, I would choose my own ending.”
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