All Chapters of WHILE I BURN FOR YOU: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

CHAPTER 52: SMART CULLEN LENSESDashiell pushed open the door, and we stepped into our room. I felt passion flame within me as I heard the soft click of the lock behind us.I moved to sit on the bed, my eyes scanning how Dashiell took off his shirt and grabbed a face towel from one of the bedroom drawers.I stood up and took slow strides towards him. He looked at me, confusion evident in his expression. "You looked so hot earlier, when you were silently judging Michael," I started, my voice low and dripping with seduction as I drew invisible lines on his muscular build. "At that moment... I wanted you to rip my clothes off like what Adela did to Michael, and" He cut me off with a soft chuckle and tilted my chin upwards, his intense gaze rippling my insides. "Here I thought you'd be mad at me for saying I didn't trust anyone." I furrowed my eyebrows, feigning anger.I am mad. Trust is a vital tool for building relationships. But I understand why you said that. It's fine," He smiled a

CHAPTER 54: MOTHER?DASHIELL'S POV "Well, I'll come clean because I don't like to cut through corners. My parents sent me here to join forces with Damian. They said that it was the fastest way to get free a hundred billion dollars because we are kind of low on cash," my cousin, Siobhan Blackwood said, with a smirk on her face."Is that so?" I asked, avoiding her gaze while scribbling my signature onto some papers. She nodded and tilted her head, "Yeah. And, I'm glad they used the last of their savings to send me here, because I was tired of living in a house where everyone gambles," I looked at her, my expression Stoic and cold. "I gave your parents thirty million last month even if I wasn't supposed to," "They gambled it away. My mom bought new birkin bags for all the women in her social group. They host parties and sleep with men whenever my dad and their husbands aren't around," she confessed.I eyed Siobhan as those horrible stuff freely came out of her mouth. But, I wasn't su

CHAPTER 56: POISONOUS ARROWS Zahra's Pov.Dashiell and I watched keenly as Gotham and Blazer dug the shovel into the ground. The night air was chilly and serene, as the only sounds we could hear were the frogs croaking and the soft thud of dirt hitting dirt.My mother was Muslim, and she followed the rules of Islam better than she followed the rules of good living, and it would be best if we respected her religion and buried her the day she died.I didn't like Ummi at all. I wasn't sure of any moment in the past when I felt like my mother was there for me. But, she didn't deserve to die by someone else's hands. If I were being honest with myself, she didn't deserve to die at all. At least, not yet. As the hole deepened, I heaved a sigh, my eyes darting over to the corner where my mother's body was wrapped binded a white shroud with tiny white ropes which binded the cloth together."Well, she had to die at some point," I mumbled and looked at Dashiell, a smile appearing on my lips.

CHAPTER 58: THE FIGHT OF OUR LIVES 2Dashiell's PovThe engines revved along the streets as I hit the brakes to speed up the pace at which my black, Hennessey Venom F5 car moved.Steering the wheels with one hand, I felt a smile creep onto my lips as an image of Damian's shocked expression when he later sees me in Los Angeles filled my thoughts.Who wouldn't know that an invitation to go to a family gathering like that was in fact a trap? Although the basis of his plan about everyone in our family helping him to take control of my empire would have made me really pissed. Thankfully, I made Gotham the mole who I placed to watch Damian. I figured how botched the plan we had would look if nobody got on the private jet. But, at the end of the day, I found someone who was willing to take my place.My cousin, Richard.Richard and I looked almost similar. He would pass as me if not for his strawberry blonde hair. But, thankfully, we had Siobahn make us a custom wig and a 3D printed mask wh

CHAPTER 60: VIVUSZahra's Pov The slightly cold and harsh prick of thorns pressed against my knees, damp from the rain that had started to fall. It was a light drizzle at first, just enough to seep into my skin, but I barely noticed. My eyes were glued on the coffin in front of me, sitting silent and still beneath a thin black cloth.Next to the coffin was a large frame which stood on two antenna-like poles, with a hand-print of "Here lies the body of Dashiell Blackwood," written on the frame.A tear trickled down my chin as I reached out, my fingers trembling as I brushed the side of the coffin. I wanted to open it, but it was locked and binded by strong, silver chains. "Wise…men say," I sang, my voice low and shaky. "Only fools rush in," I mumbled, my gaze shifting to the trees which were now swaying in the wind. "Fuck me," I cursed under my breath as the tightness in my chest increased and became difficult to hear. I bowed my head as the drizzle became steady, the drops tappi