A Second Chance With Mr. Blackwood

Chapter 6

Word Count: 693 | Released on: 07/05/2026

ribs. He held her pinned against his chest, ref

growl vibrating against her back. "You are

her spine. It wasn't anger. It was pure, blinding panic.

ggling would only trigger his preda

rom her muscles. She slumped backward, l

sts caging her waist. She turned in his grip until she face

aid. Her voice was steady,

dark eyes locked onto hers, bloods

is going to be at the freshman assembly today. She stole what rightfully belongs to me, and I refuse to

ntic panic in Damien's eyes paused. A f

"I'm going to take back what belongs to me. And I'm go

st for revenge in her eyes was completely foreign to t

d locked. "And if I

g onto her toes. She opened her mouth and

amien. He gasped, his grip on he

round his neck. She rubbed her nose ag

her voice dripping with honey and absolute bossiness.

But you have to let me go. Because when I c

ed with the physical weight of her body clingi

eep, shuddering breath, forcing the

eck and crashed his mouth down on hers. It was a

reathing hard. His thumb roughly wiped t

the empty air. "Tell Ray to br

ys lingered in the shadows, materialize

escorting her to the grand foyer. He personally

at the bottom of the stone steps. Ray, th

. She rolled down the tinted window and l

dictator," she teased

frozen on the steps. He reached up, his fingers brushing the faint bi

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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.”