A Second Chance With Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 5

Word Count: 698 | Released on: 07/05/2026

room fell d

one foot to the other. Elara Vang was a frequent guest, and the Vang fam

ing directly on Damien. He needed t

r chest. She kept clutching her heart, but her tear-fil

her arms over her chest and turned her head t

long fingers reached down, methodically but

He wrapped his heavy arm around her waist, pulling her back flush

eyes were completely dead. His voice dr

t hear my w

had been struck. He snapped his spi

arge room, "my wife's orders are my orders. Disobeying her

ansfer of power. Giovanna wasn't just a wife on paper an

ward. They grabbed Elara by her up

her legs, her expensive heels scraping against the floorb

d her backward out of the dining room, down

through the large windows as the guards hauled Elara down the l

hard. Her pristine white

wealthy occupants rolled down their windows, pointing and

ard it bled. The humil

ean the spot where Elara had been sitting, scr

op of Giovanna's head. His

er chin. He tilted her head back, forcing h

voice a low rumble. "You used me to get r

eeply ingrained paranoia wouldn'

ip. She looked straight into the stor

of his mouth. "I plan," she whispered against his

ped a beat. The heavy walls in

e tension. She glanced at the anti

g. "I have to go to Oakhaven Universit

y'. The concept of

he warmth vanished from his eyes, replac

a vice, pulling her so hard against him it knocked

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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.”