All Chapters of Scorching Desires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Isabelle's image of her naked body lying on top of her cousin's was projected for the whole family to look at."She forced herself on me." Her cousin Sam's voice broke as he uttered, pointing shakily at Isabelle.'Wh-at?" Stuttered Isabelle, her throat closing up on her. Her face was hidden by her hair in the photo, but you could tell it was really her. She didn't remember ever stripping or doing anything sexual with her cousin."Don't even try to deny it; we can all see it!" Sam's father banged his fists onto the table, holding Isabelle's wide eyes."I-I...no." She fumbled with words, her mind and tongue betraying her when she needed them the most. Her hands shook, she lost grip, and the glass in her hand fell in front of her feet. Her mind stuttered while her systems paused, trying to comprehend what she was seeing. Her thoughts tried to catch up, to make a sensible connection of the image displayed."How could you Isabelle? How the fuck could you do something like that?" She didn't

'Please pick up, please please. ' Isabelle mumbled in a scratchy voice, one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding her phone to her ear. She had been trying to call her boyfriend Dylan countless times. Each time her calls went unanswered. She just didn't want to be alone after what had transpired at her uncle's place.'Aaargh fuck! ' She dropped the phone on her lap, gritting her teeth. She knew Dylan's shift at the bakery was over, so she couldn't think of any reason why he wouldn't respond. She was speeding down the highway, heading to his place. Isabelle could feel the shattered pieces of her heart, breaking further the more she thought of the situation.It wasn't long before she got to his apartment. Knocking on his door while shuffling on her feet, Isabelle waited but no response was given. She banged again, grimacing when pain shot up on her right hand up to her elbow. The image of her father kicking her hand when she grasped his leg popped up. She squeezed her eyes sh

Isabelle was coiled up in her red velvet couch, staring at her phone for almost half an hour. The screen would light up during an incoming call, then it would go black once the call ended. She would recognize the number from anywhere, she wondered why she hadn't blocked her cheating boyfriend yet. Her laptop was on top of the coffee table, the words how to deal with stress and betrayal written on the search bar.Realization had since sank in, that only a lover and a parent could wound so deep, cutting to the very crux. Where there was once peace was total emptiness, an isolation coupled with a barricade between her and her family. She had whispered a million why(s) and if(s) but she remained with no answer except for her parents didn't love her like they claimed. She concluded that Dylan and Tiffany had always been fake and mean-spirited.She got up, ignoring her phone once again. Her chapped lips stretched into a small smile across her hideous looking face, when she felt a sweet pain

"Welcome to your new home. " Isabelle couldn't begin imagining leaving under the same room with Christian. The man had so much power over her despite the short time they had known each other. What could go wrong anyway? She would be working, she needed to only go through his file and get an idea of what she would be handling. "Thank you. " She whispered. Her voice was still hoarse given the crying she had had. She still felt guilty about creating a mess on Christian's blue shirt. He however insisted that it was just a piece of fabric. Like a gentleman, Christian opened the door for her, spreading his palm for her to take. Isabelle eyes went wide, she thought she was at a fictional place."What the f..." She trailed off, eyes glued on the vast, slick unique house. She was witnessing the finest architecture on a private residence. "This is simply magnificent. " She breathed out, looking around at the masterpiece. Isabelle pulled her hand out of his and took a step back. Questions began

Isabelle wasn't sure she wanted Christian to find out where she lived. In her four years of studying at the Weston East University, Isabelle never brought friends to her studio apartment except for Tiffany and Dylan. To her, the house was more than a place to sleep, it was her safe haven. Somewhere she could wallow, relax on her own without any disturbances."Uum you can drop me off at the hospital, I need my car. " She stated when Christian asked for directions to her house."I will have someone drive your car to my place. " Isabelle bit down a scoff."No, it's too much work for you. Plus you are supposed to be at work, your phone hasn't stopped ringing." Isabelle insisted, praying that he would just take the hint that she wasn't comfortable with him going there."I am beginning to think that you just don't want me to see where you live. " Chris deadpanned."Look, I know we barely know each other. But I think I deserve some benefit of doubt considering the fact that I didn't hurt yo