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Once His, Now His Ruin Chapter 7: The Spider's Web
(Harris Liam's POV)The conservatory's humid air clung to my skin like a second suit as I checked the pocket watch. 11:53 PM. Seven minutes until our scheduled meeting. Seven minutes to ensure every trap was properly set. I adjusted my onyx cufflinks - serpent-shaped, a gift from Mother on the day I took over Liam Enterprises - and watched moonlight fracture through the glass ceiling. The Blackwell conservatory was a masterpiece of Gilded Age excess, all wrought iron and rare orchids, now slowly rotting from neglect. Fitting. Everything Jackson Blackwell touched eventually decayed. The watch's ticking synced with my pulse as I circled the central fountain. My reflection warped in the tarnished bronze basin, the face looking more like Father's every year. Same sharp cheekbones. Same cruel twist of the mouth when unobserved. Twenty years since he'd stood in this very spot, handing Richard Langford that first poison vial. Now history would repeat, with far more interesting players. A
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Anna POVA sharp, furious voice tore through the air, dragging me from the depths of unconsciousness. Not mine but my father’s.“Wake up, Anna! Do you think this is a game? What do you think you’re doing?”I jolted upright, my chest heaving, my breath caught between confusion and terror. The last thing I remembered was the burning pain in my throat, the poison seeping through my veins, the betrayal—the baby. My baby.I was dead. Lying lifeless on the floor.But now…My trembling hands roamed over my stomach, only to find it flat. No baby bump. No evidence of the life I had carried. Nothing. My fingers clenched into the silk fabric draped over me—a white gown?Panic surged through me as I darted my gaze around the room. The grand bedroom, the opulent chandelier, the large mirror reflecting my startled expression—everything was so painfully familiar.No. This wasn’t possible. I could remember this day.I was twenty three again.I turned toward the source of the furious voice. There, sta
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Anna POVJackson’s fingers tightened around my waist, the heat of his palm searing through the silk of my dress.“Making friends, darling?” His voice was smooth, but beneath it lay something dark, something really possessive.I forced a smile, slipping Harris’s card into my palm and clenching my fist fast enough. Jackson couldn’t see it. Not yet.“Just admiring the art,” I murmured, meeting his gaze head-on.His eyes flickered with something—something foreign. Uncertainty? No, it was more than that. Jealousy or Fear.But of what?Harris had already disappeared into the crowd, melting into the sea of elite socialites like he had never been there in the first place. But his words lingered, curling around my thoughts like a snake.A proposition. A partnership. A way out.Jackson studied me for a moment, his fingers flexing at my waist before he released me. “Let’s go.”I exhaled, letting him guide me toward the exit, but my mind was racing. Why had Jackson suddenly become so… aware of m
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Anna POVIt was a long, silent and suffocating light.I sat on the edge of the grand bed, staring at the unconscious form of Jackson Blackwell. His broad chest rose and fell in steady breaths, his face peaceful—almost boyish in sleep. A cruel contrast to the man I knew. The man who had once taken everything from me.A bitter smile curled my lips.I had drugged him.He never saw it coming.The sleeping pill had dissolved seamlessly into his drink, my hands steady as I watched him sip it. I had waited, my heart pounding in my ears, as exhaustion crept into his muscles. He had barely finished his wine before his body betrayed him, his sharp, predatory gaze dulling, his limbs going slack. Now, he lay beside me, completely defenseless.My fingers curled into the silk of my nightgown. My mind swirled with flashes of my past—our wedding night, but not this one. The first time around, it had been different.I had been weak.Jackson had not been gentle with me.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing
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Jackson POVThe office was silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of my fingers against the mahogany desk. The city skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but my mind was miles away—back at the art gallery, back to the moment I saw him.Harris Liam. I immediately recognized him but he was too fast as he disappeared into the crowds.The CEO of Liam Enterprises. My greatest business rival. A man who had spent the past five years trying—and failing—to bring Blackwell Industries to its knees. And last night, he had been standing too close to my wife. Whispering something in her ear. Slipping her a card.My grip on the pen tightened until the plastic casing cracked. What the hell was he doing talking to Anna?A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Cole Grayson, my right-hand man, stepped in, his expression unreadable. “You asked for me?”I leaned back in my chair, forcing my muscles to relax. “Find out everything about Harris Liam’s movements last night. I want to k
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(Anna's POV)The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the marble vanity. Harris's warning slithered through my mind like smoke—*This time, he might not hesitate.* I stared at my reflection. The woman in the mirror wore my face, but her eyes... God, her eyes were different. Harder. Darker. The eyes of someone who'd stared death in the face and lived to plot revenge. A draft slithered through the bedroom, making the silk curtains shudder. Jackson's abandoned tie lay coiled on the armchair like a sleeping snake. Black. Expensive. Just like his lies. I reached for it, running the silk between my fingers. The last time I'd touched this tie, it had been around my throat. His hands tightening. My vision darkening. The bitter taste of poisoned wine on my tongue— *No.* I dropped the tie as if burned. That was the past. This was now. And in this life, I wouldn't be the one choking. A floorboard groaned downstairs. Silent as a shadow, I moved to the bedroom door. The grand stair
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Once His, Now His Ruin Chapter 7: The Spider's Web
(Harris Liam's POV)The conservatory's humid air clung to my skin like a second suit as I checked the pocket watch. 11:53 PM. Seven minutes until our scheduled meeting. Seven minutes to ensure every trap was properly set. I adjusted my onyx cufflinks - serpent-shaped, a gift from Mother on the day I took over Liam Enterprises - and watched moonlight fracture through the glass ceiling. The Blackwell conservatory was a masterpiece of Gilded Age excess, all wrought iron and rare orchids, now slowly rotting from neglect. Fitting. Everything Jackson Blackwell touched eventually decayed. The watch's ticking synced with my pulse as I circled the central fountain. My reflection warped in the tarnished bronze basin, the face looking more like Father's every year. Same sharp cheekbones. Same cruel twist of the mouth when unobserved. Twenty years since he'd stood in this very spot, handing Richard Langford that first poison vial. Now history would repeat, with far more interesting players. A
Once His, Now His Ruin Chapter six:The Watchmaker's Son
(Jackson’s pov)The study smelled of gunpowder and grief. Jackson Blackwell poured three fingers of Macallan, watching ice cubes fracture in the glass like his composure the night Anna Langford died. *Really died.* The pocket watch in his other hand ticked mercilessly. 2:17 AM. Exactly when her pulse had stopped in his arms.*Tick.*The grandfather clock in the hallway groaned as if remembering too.- One Year Earlier (First Timeline)Her choking gasp still tore through his nightmares. Jackson had been reviewing merger documents when the scream shattered the silence. By the time he reached their bathroom, Anna was curled on the marble floor like a broken doll, her ivory nightgown stained crimson at the thighs. "Jackson—" Blood bubbled at her lips as she clutched her swollen stomach. "It burns—" He gathered her against his chest, her body convulsing. The acrid scent of bitter almonds clung to her sweat-slicked skin. Cyanide. Someone had given her cyanide. "Who gave you the wine?" J
Once His, Now His Ruin Chapter five: The Serpent's Gambit
(Anna's POV)The phone slipped from my fingers, clattering onto the marble vanity. Harris's warning slithered through my mind like smoke—*This time, he might not hesitate.* I stared at my reflection. The woman in the mirror wore my face, but her eyes... God, her eyes were different. Harder. Darker. The eyes of someone who'd stared death in the face and lived to plot revenge. A draft slithered through the bedroom, making the silk curtains shudder. Jackson's abandoned tie lay coiled on the armchair like a sleeping snake. Black. Expensive. Just like his lies. I reached for it, running the silk between my fingers. The last time I'd touched this tie, it had been around my throat. His hands tightening. My vision darkening. The bitter taste of poisoned wine on my tongue— *No.* I dropped the tie as if burned. That was the past. This was now. And in this life, I wouldn't be the one choking. A floorboard groaned downstairs. Silent as a shadow, I moved to the bedroom door. The grand stair
Once His, Now His Ruin Chapter four- A marriage of secrets
Jackson POVThe office was silent, save for the rhythmic tapping of my fingers against the mahogany desk. The city skyline stretched beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, but my mind was miles away—back at the art gallery, back to the moment I saw him.Harris Liam. I immediately recognized him but he was too fast as he disappeared into the crowds.The CEO of Liam Enterprises. My greatest business rival. A man who had spent the past five years trying—and failing—to bring Blackwell Industries to its knees. And last night, he had been standing too close to my wife. Whispering something in her ear. Slipping her a card.My grip on the pen tightened until the plastic casing cracked. What the hell was he doing talking to Anna?A knock at the door pulled me from my thoughts. Cole Grayson, my right-hand man, stepped in, his expression unreadable. “You asked for me?”I leaned back in my chair, forcing my muscles to relax. “Find out everything about Harris Liam’s movements last night. I want to k
Once His, Now His Ruin Chapter two- A new ally in the game
Anna POVIt was a long, silent and suffocating light.I sat on the edge of the grand bed, staring at the unconscious form of Jackson Blackwell. His broad chest rose and fell in steady breaths, his face peaceful—almost boyish in sleep. A cruel contrast to the man I knew. The man who had once taken everything from me.A bitter smile curled my lips.I had drugged him.He never saw it coming.The sleeping pill had dissolved seamlessly into his drink, my hands steady as I watched him sip it. I had waited, my heart pounding in my ears, as exhaustion crept into his muscles. He had barely finished his wine before his body betrayed him, his sharp, predatory gaze dulling, his limbs going slack. Now, he lay beside me, completely defenseless.My fingers curled into the silk of my nightgown. My mind swirled with flashes of my past—our wedding night, but not this one. The first time around, it had been different.I had been weak.Jackson had not been gentle with me.I squeezed my eyes shut, willing
Once His, Now His Ruin Chapter three- Trapped in time
Anna POVJackson’s fingers tightened around my waist, the heat of his palm searing through the silk of my dress.“Making friends, darling?” His voice was smooth, but beneath it lay something dark, something really possessive.I forced a smile, slipping Harris’s card into my palm and clenching my fist fast enough. Jackson couldn’t see it. Not yet.“Just admiring the art,” I murmured, meeting his gaze head-on.His eyes flickered with something—something foreign. Uncertainty? No, it was more than that. Jealousy or Fear.But of what?Harris had already disappeared into the crowd, melting into the sea of elite socialites like he had never been there in the first place. But his words lingered, curling around my thoughts like a snake.A proposition. A partnership. A way out.Jackson studied me for a moment, his fingers flexing at my waist before he released me. “Let’s go.”I exhaled, letting him guide me toward the exit, but my mind was racing. Why had Jackson suddenly become so… aware of m
Once His, Now His Ruin Chapter one: Till Death do us apart…..Again
Anna POVA sharp, furious voice tore through the air, dragging me from the depths of unconsciousness. Not mine but my father’s.“Wake up, Anna! Do you think this is a game? What do you think you’re doing?”I jolted upright, my chest heaving, my breath caught between confusion and terror. The last thing I remembered was the burning pain in my throat, the poison seeping through my veins, the betrayal—the baby. My baby.I was dead. Lying lifeless on the floor.But now…My trembling hands roamed over my stomach, only to find it flat. No baby bump. No evidence of the life I had carried. Nothing. My fingers clenched into the silk fabric draped over me—a white gown?Panic surged through me as I darted my gaze around the room. The grand bedroom, the opulent chandelier, the large mirror reflecting my startled expression—everything was so painfully familiar.No. This wasn’t possible. I could remember this day.I was twenty three again.I turned toward the source of the furious voice. There, sta
