The Rose

Ever since her mother died and her father disappeared, Belle has been waiting for this moment. Her daggers at the ready, her heart steeled with confidence, she faced him.

The beast.

Veangeace is a mocking thing.


1. Prologue

   The garden in front of the cottage my father and I lived in was utterly breathtaking. Flowers of only the most beautiful shades sprouted between leaves of the brightest green. The smell alone was enough to bring a romantic to their knees. And absolutely everything in the garden, from the bunches of herbs to the well-trimmed rose bush, was poisonous. 


   I never fought with my father. I had a tongue of venom when it came to leering men and nasty debutantes, but with my father, I was a sweetheart. He sometimes said things that boiled my blood and piqued my anger, but I always managed to push down the rising rage. Not because I was truly sweet; because of my mother.

   She was a beauty that the whole of Paris seemed to dote. Her kind nature was an added bonus to most, but to me, it was the number one, most important thing a parent should have. She was immeasurably kind to everyone she crossed paths with. And maybe that’s why I haven’t been kind since she died.

   Because I know her kindness got her killed.

   The murderer was young, seemingly sweet, seemingly charming. Knowing my mother, she probably included him in her nightly prayers. The prince; the dashing young man who hasn’t been seen since that night. The night he killed her.

   The night I swore revenge.

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