DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The days after his death passed in a blur. The only clear thing to me in all that time was Eleanor, who I started to see even more frequently as we were thrown together by our shared love for my grandfather. I was not always in the house, but whenever I visited, I continued to be drawn towards her by how affected she was by his death, so much so that she had practically become a wreck.Once, she had admitted to me that she could not stop thinking about how fast it had happened. He was going up the stairs to sleep in one moment, had crashed down in another, was in the hospital before she could blink, and now he was dead. She called it the fastest three days she had ever lived through, and I thought it was no lie. To me, it seemed as though all of it had happened in three hours, not three days.It was the day that made it a week after his death that caused me to go to the house. I had come to expect to see Eleanor's angelic face and to be as struck by it as the first
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD I returned to my home only once the week after that.That night, I painstakingly realized how drawn to Eleanor I had become, and how I felt by just being around her. It was a long night I could barely endure, and one that filled me with relief when the rays of sun touched my eyes. After that, I returned to my grandfather's house every night, where I found peace in the silence, the dogs, and above all, the woman.I was there again on this particular night when I found her cooking a large meal. The kitchen smelled of broth and garlic as Eleanor moved with a quiet grace that was only interrupted by the tone she hummed while her hands chopped some greens on a board and a pot blew off steam on the stove. She did not hear me come in, and would not have known of my presence had she not turned and caught me all of a sudden, screaming in fright for it. I stood still, my hands folded as she held a hand to her chest, taking in deep breaths.“You scared me.” She whispered, whil
Eleanor's POVSLAP!The impact and sound of Damian’s palm hit my cheek with such force that I tumbled backward. For a moment, my vision became blurry, and a strong pain ran through my face. The world around me turned around, the big chandeliers above turning into streaks of gold. Gasps filled the ballroom, followed by a suffocating and usual silence that felt like a heavy weight pressing down on me.I pressed my fingers to my burning cheek, the sting only adding to my pain. While my ears rang from the blow, tingle tingle, the pounding of my heart was even louder. This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t possibly be happening to me.Damian Blackwood, my husband, my love, my everything,g stood before me, his gaze filled with cold, unyielding fury, just like that of a dagger."You ungrateful whore! You bastard" he roared, his voice moving through my entire being.I recoiled at the venom in his words. My lips twisted, trying to defend myself, but my throat felt dry and my mind was a blank and
Eleanor's POVI woke up to a sharp pain all over my body. A piercing, strong, heart-wrenching pain ran through me like wildfire. My arms lay motionless and unmoved. My legs felt as though they were made of lead and steel. My mouth was dried, and my lips cracked and were bleeding profusely.I attempted to blink, yet the world remained an unstable haze of shadow and dim light. The ache in my head was so overwhelming that I thought for a fleeting moment I might be dead by now.But I wasn’t. As much as I wished I were.The instant my vision sharpened, I saw them. And that’s when hell truly began….******I found myself sleeping helplessly on a strong concrete floor, my hands were tied behind me, my body weakened from hunger and exhaustion. The odor in the air was unbearable sweat, urine, poo, something putrid and really irritating.And then I saw them. Three men.Filthy, obese, ugly, stupid men.Their gaze ran over my body like insects, their laughter low and really disgusting."Finally a
Eleanor's POVI didn’t go down without a fight. I kicked and screamed, struggling against the chains restraining my wrists as Vincent’s dogs dragged me down the shadowy hallway. The iron cuffs bruised my skin, the chains twisting with each step.But that didn’t matter. They had taken everything from me. They would not break my spirit. Whatever lay ahead, they would pay for their actions, they would surely pay.******The dark and shabby underground chamber was filled with the scent of cigars and pricey cologne. Heavily furnished, with expensive curtains and caged chandeliers casting sinister shadows over the faces of influential men gathered to bid.I had heard rumors of such place before, a place where humans are being sold. Where women were treated as mere objects, like pieces of trash.Where predators in tailored suits drink expensive whiskey while bargaining on human lives. At the heart of it all stood Vincent Moreau, that bastard, the man who destroyed me.He remained beside me,
Eleanor's POVI had hoped that my torment would stop once I was removed from Vincent's presence and cage. I never knew that more suffering and beating awaited me. I briefly thought that Kieran Lancaster might be my way out of a nightmare, my way out of severe punishment and bitterness, but I was mistaken. I was really wrong, so utterly mistaken.The mansion was really beautiful, with white designs, endless marble corridors, and fine chandeliers that shone like diamonds. It looks like a scene out of a fairytale in movies, yet to me, it felt like just another prison, a place where I didn’t fit in, a place where I looked like a dog, maybe. As soon as I entered, a deep sense of unwelcomeness ran over me, and I knew instantly that my suffering had just begun.I had not even gotten into the house before a loud sound of heels echoed carelessly down the hall like a drum, followed by a voice that reeked with cold hate.“So this is what you brought home?”I slowly turned my head, my body shakin
Eleanor's POVI thought I had seen the worst of Bianca's ruthlessness and wickedness when she forced me to lick her shoes in that disgusting bathroom. Yes she told me to lick her shoes, she forced my mouth on the tile, I licked poo and a lot of disgusting things.As soon as she finished dripping in my humiliation, she seized my hair and dragged me through the mansion, ignoring my protests and my shivering body as I stumbled on the icy floors with my bare feet, She really made me suffer."You're not finished yet, whore," she spat, pulling me into her big bedroom. "You have something else to clean for me."I was nearly too weak to stand, yet I forced myself to move, pain running through me with every step. When we reached her room, she flung the door open and pushed me inside.The disgusting odor of blood hit me immediately.Then I saw it.A heap of dirty clothes is on the floor, dark stains of dried menstrual blood staining the fabric.My stomach twisted violently, the smell was just t
ELEANOR The darkness swam around me when I opened my eyes.It was frightening, too, to open them and see Lady Lancaster standing alone with her son, Kieran, staring down at me with impersonal looks on their faces. I could have screamed out in horror of how much they made me think of evil—of demons standing by my bedside, with the flowing black clothes they wore and how white their faces seemed. Pale and vampire-like. “You're awake,” Kieran said, as though he needed to remind me.I made a feeble attempt to nod, but my body felt like lead and it made me want to cry. “Why didn't you tell me you were pregnant?” And there, the bombshell dropped. It made my heart start to race, and my skin went damp in that instant. “The girl is weak, Kieran,” Lady Lancaster said, as a smile spread across her lips. “There is no need to ask her such questions, is it not. Besides, the baby from your so-called wife is gone, just like a balloon left off to go on its own.”There was a slight, almost inaudib
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD I returned to my home only once the week after that.That night, I painstakingly realized how drawn to Eleanor I had become, and how I felt by just being around her. It was a long night I could barely endure, and one that filled me with relief when the rays of sun touched my eyes. After that, I returned to my grandfather's house every night, where I found peace in the silence, the dogs, and above all, the woman.I was there again on this particular night when I found her cooking a large meal. The kitchen smelled of broth and garlic as Eleanor moved with a quiet grace that was only interrupted by the tone she hummed while her hands chopped some greens on a board and a pot blew off steam on the stove. She did not hear me come in, and would not have known of my presence had she not turned and caught me all of a sudden, screaming in fright for it. I stood still, my hands folded as she held a hand to her chest, taking in deep breaths.“You scared me.” She whispered, whil
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD The days after his death passed in a blur. The only clear thing to me in all that time was Eleanor, who I started to see even more frequently as we were thrown together by our shared love for my grandfather. I was not always in the house, but whenever I visited, I continued to be drawn towards her by how affected she was by his death, so much so that she had practically become a wreck.Once, she had admitted to me that she could not stop thinking about how fast it had happened. He was going up the stairs to sleep in one moment, had crashed down in another, was in the hospital before she could blink, and now he was dead. She called it the fastest three days she had ever lived through, and I thought it was no lie. To me, it seemed as though all of it had happened in three hours, not three days.It was the day that made it a week after his death that caused me to go to the house. I had come to expect to see Eleanor's angelic face and to be as struck by it as the first
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD Those three days were the longest I had ever endured.For the first time, I understood why he cherished his dogs so much. A dog is often dismissed as nothing more than an animal, most likely because they only bark, wag, and play. Maybe it was because I was not a big fan of the species, but I quickly realised that their barks, whines, yelps, and howls all meant something profound to them, and they were better feelers than I was.The dog named Bubbly was the worst hit of them all, and I assumed he was aware. We all assumed he was aware that he was the source of the problem and noted his aloofness. Eleanor told me that he avoided other dogs and spent almost all of his time near Grandfather, except at night, when he would howl in a sad tone. I had heard that howl before, and it was one of the saddest sounds I had ever heard.It was difficult to blame, in any case. Grandfather didn't, so he patted it a few times.Furthermore, he was even more faithful than I, who did not
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD My father had raised me to be a man, but I was still human.Day by day, I realised with pain in my heart that Eleanor had a grip on me that I could not break. It was like being entangled in a spider's web; the more I fought, the more I became entrapped.And then I thought.Father had been smitten by Vanilla Black. He never loved anyone else after her—not even Mother. It was a slow realisation that if my mother had lived, she would most likely have been miserable because of him. He even killed her brother because of her.Maybe if I let go and hurt myself in the process, I would become immune to love.Yes. I would let go, I decided.**I made the decision to let go of my hardheartedness on the same day my grandfather passed away. It was a gradual process over three days, as I observed him take slow breaths. I had seen enough men die, the majority of them at my hands. But seeing my grandfather lying there with bandages around his head was something else.I did not care
ELEANOR SINCLAIR Damian and I were forced to be closer in the days leading up to the funeral.I found him incredibly calm, especially as I felt like a train wreck since the old man's death. Many times, I would see his bleeding head as he lay at the foot of the stairs and his corpse as it was left in the mortuary. I was also saddened by Bubbly’s behaviour, and quite convinced that hardly anything was going to make the dog return to the energy that had earned it his former name. Other times, I would wonder if he ever looked at Bubbly and wondered if the dog or any of its counterparts would kill him.I fed them often, and was doing this one time Damian came visiting a week after his grandfather's death. In all that time, I was living alone in the house—except the nine dogs could be described as company. He sat on the sofa that I had now come to identify as his— he was the only one I had seen sitting in it. Even the old man had not used it in my presence.“How has it been going for you?”
ELEANOR SINCLAIR.You probably never know how much you love something—or someone- until you lose them.I had lost both my parents when I turned eighteen and spent the two years after that in an orphanage my distant, uncaring uncle dumped me in. I remember that my life changed so drastically in those two years, so that I went from a fun-loving, fairy-tale minded young girl to a woman thrust into a hard life where she had to do anything to survive. Only this old man had changed that and set me on a better path, putting smiles on a face that had almost forgotten how to use them. And now he was about to die. It was like losing my parents all over again, and it hurt even more as I sat by his bedside while watching his life leave him, his eyes getting weaker with each passing second. I watched his breaths rise and fall with fear, afraid that one of them would be his last, and right before my very eyes.However, he still lived three days after that.As would be expected of him, he only retu
ELEANOR SINCLAIR Even I would not have believed that I would marry Damian Blackwood.But things change so fast that one is forced to wonder what happened. No one talked about him when he wasn't there. It was not that his grandfather did not love him, but the old man had once admitted to me that his grandson was too abrasive for his liking. “Sometimes I wish his mother lived long enough and not died after childbirth. I doubt that she would have let his father raise him that way, as he now belongs to a level of masculinity that makes him less human. Of course, he knows how to show care for his family, but he would need to be more affectionate to be a proper father. His own father was some old, brutish thing.”I wholly agreed with him. Whether he was there or not, his presence could still be felt as something invasive. So no one talked about him when he wasn't around, and me, the old man, and his dogs lived in peace.Well, except for the fact that peace itself got bored of us and chose
DAMIAN BLACKWOOD I wanted Eleanor away because I was in love with her. I had felt this way from the very first time I set eyes on her, and understood when my father declared that ‘love made a man weak’ after that day. Few waiters had poured wine on me, and even fewer had managed to get away with it. I did not care who they were—old, young, male, female—they had paid for it in one way or another until Eleanor Sinclair. Before I knew what was going on, she had walked away scot free and kept her job, all thanks to me.This made me so angry with myself that I resolved to forget about her.Until I saw her with my grandfather, and then kidnapped the man that almost stabbed her with a knife and even planted a kiss on her lips. That had to be the exact moment I knew…Eleanor Sinclair had to go. She had an effect on me that I did not like.How had it even happened in the first place?She was to serve my wine and had somehow tripped, the bottle turning the liquid splashing onto my shirt. I
ELEANOR SINCLAIR Even though Damian would eventually let the man off with a warning and return me to his grandfather's house without even another word, I remained stuck on that kiss for a long time.It had to be because it was my first ever kiss. Somehow, I had remained untouched despite all the advances ever made towards me, and Damian had violated that. He kissed me without asking permission, and I wanted to be angry with him for doing it and to ask why. The chance to ask this question would not come until a week later when Damian dropped by. He went on and off banter with his grandfather before the latter withdrew for some reason, leaving his grandson alone in the living room with Tiny. I found my chance and dropped inside the room, moving aimlessly inside and waiting to catch his attention. I could say I was mildly disappointed when he did not say a word, but seemed rather focused on the little dog he carried while I cleaned the shelves I had already left shiny that morning. Th