Devil's Sinner (Fallen Dynasty 3)

Diary of Brynne Davenport - April 3rd, 1989

I've been spending more and more time with Mr. Romantic lately. Mr. Admirer is still eagerly pursuing me, but I feel myself pulled more and more toward the other man. I want him. I need him. When he touches me, my body comes alive. There's something in the way he looks at me... Like I'm his most prized possession. Like I belong to him already.

I've been holding back, not letting him have more than a kiss or a feel when he takes me home. But I think I'm ready to let him have so much more. I've been ready for a long time now. I haven't slept with a man before, but it's going to happen tonight. And I can't wait.

I turned the page eagerly. There was only one entry left, and my eyes were glued to the page as I kept on reading, sickness rising in my stomach as the words danced on the page in front of me.

Diary of Brynne Davenport - April 4th, 1989

Last night was the worst night of my life.

I had spent so long anticipating it, working up my courage to spend the night with Mr. Romantic. Now I know I had been mistaken. I never should have trusted him. I should have known how things would end. I'm no longer the foolish girl that walked into Mr. Romantic's bedroom and naively admired his expensive artwork, the furniture that must've cost a fortune, and the view that was worth millions in itself.

Mr. Romantic is not a nice man.

I went to his place with every intention of letting him have my virginity.

I dressed up pretty, I sprayed myself with perfume, my makeup and hair were perfect. Mr. Romantic complimented me on my appearance throughout dinner, telling me how beautiful and desirable I was. I felt on top of the world. I felt beautiful, and special.

That ended the moment he took me to his penthouse apartment after dinner.

When Mr. Romantic closed the front door behind us, he locked it. He turned to face me, and this time, his eyes were burning with dark intent, and not the sweet, gentle feelings I'd thought we shared for one another. That all went out the window when we were alone.

I'm writing this down now because I refuse to forget what he did to me.

Even years later, I want to remember the anger I feel today, the upset he caused me, the fear and sadness. Mr. Romantic, my ass. His name is Dominic Windsor, and he is a monster.

I felt chills go down my spine as I read Brynne's cryptic words. I kept reading, unable to tear my eyes off the page. I needed to get to the bottom of this.

Yesterday, Dominic Windsor stole my virginity. He didn't ask me if I wanted him, and he took it despite my protests. My fists hammered his chest as he fucked me. He told me twenty no's and a yes still means yes. And I will admit, I wanted it. I wanted it until the light in his eyes went out. Until he stopped making love to me, and started hurting me.

His touch was punishing and cruel. Dominic didn't care if he hurt me. I knew then and there he never intended to marry me. All he wanted was my innocence. To cradle it in the palm of his hand, to crush the last shred of dignity I had left under his strong fingers. And he did. He took everything away from me. He left bruises and marks all over my body, and it took me until today to realize he took advantage. Used me. And I'll never forgive him for it.

My name is Brynne Davenport, and one day, I will have revenge for what that man did to me.

Dominic Windsor, I'm coming for you.

Softly, I closed the cover of the notebook. I was glued to my seat, eyes scanning the room for a sign on what to do. My father had hurt Violet's mother. And now, decades later, I was hurting the girl that could have been my half-sister if things had gone differently. Luckily, the timelines didn't add up - Violet was born years after the events described in Brynne's notebook, but it still made me sick.

What my father did to that woman - back then, nothing but a young, vulnerable girl - was unforgivable. One day, he would pay for his actions. But first, I needed to find Violet - and thanks to her mother's diary, I had a good idea of who was behind her disappearance.

A quick internet search on my phone revealed the date of Brynne's wedding with Hugo. It was less than a month after she slept with my father, according to her diary. This meant Hugo Cabot was the other man Brynne had written about in her diaries - Mr. Admirer.