A Second Chance With Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 4

Word Count: 685 | Released on: 07/05/2026

eek. Large, fat tears spilled over her lashe

her watery eyes directly at Damie

at her. She's having another episode. She's not mentall

e crying woman on his floor, except a deep, sickening

nst the floor. He stood up, his massive frame radiating pure

r hand flat against the center of Damien's chest. She patte

cked up the smartphone Damien had given her as a wedding gift

pulling up the blocked messages fold

he glowing screen inches fro

ad flat. "'Gio, if he touches you tonight, smash a

er face, leaving her pale and sickly. She never

good one. 'Remember, the harder you fight, the more

. The pity in their eyes vanished, replaced

. The puzzle pieces slammed together in his head. The source of Giovanna's su

backward on the floor. She lunged, trying

rab. She shoved Elara's shoulder hard, s

n, her eyes filled with pure contempt. "Fake? Do you want me to

perfect, innocent sister ro

eaned in close, her lips hove

y hiss meant only for Elara. "I know you wanted

ror. Her chest heaved. She stared at G

rushed her hands togethe

with the maids who had been secretly reportin

nging with absolute authority. "This is the kin

t. She grabbed the fabric over her chest, h

vy dining chair, letting out a weak,

would have panicked and beg

her. A cold, bloodthirsty smi

look at the security ch

ne casual and lethal, "call her an ambulance. A

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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.”