A Second Chance With Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 3

Word Count: 709 | Released on: 07/05/2026

ng clothes she used to wear to annoy Damien. She pulled out a tailored, burgun

ark, bespoke suit that cost more than most people's houses. His eyes swe

alked up to him and slid her ha

he sweeping marble

uths slightly open, shocked to see the master of the house and hi

pulled out a chair for her at the mahogany

ee in front of Giovanna. Damien had always

f warm, sweet milk meant for her oatmeal. She lifted the g

ow, sharp beep sounded from the earpiece of

d forward. "Boss. Elara V

ten degrees. Damien's face t

reached across the table and placed

r his white knuckles. "Let her in. I have s

p, his dark eyes searching hers. He hated it,

r, the dining room

er skirt suit. Her eyes were already rimmed with

he ran straight toward Giovanna,

mbling with fake tears. "Are you okay

cating. The killing intent rolling off Dami

ited for Giovanna to scream, to throw

linen napkin, elegantly dabbed the cor

e looked at her sister the way one looks a

. A cold spike of panic hit her

tep forward, clos

ssion, Giovanna raised her right han

ng like a gunshot. The force of the blow threw Elara off

Damien's eyes widened

up at Giovanna, genuine shock replacing the fake

her. A cruel, mocking

ear, making sure every person in the room

ight at Damien. Her smile softene

ver leaving Damien's. "He is my beloved husband. I

vanished, replaced by a burning, obsessive heat. The words '

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“In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled. Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault. For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice. "Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get." She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me. In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed. My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end. As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was. I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart. Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs. I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell. This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away. I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.”