All Chapters of WHILE I BURN FOR YOU: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

CHAPTER 81: PREPDashiell's PovThe sprawling estate stretched out before me, every inch of it brimming with the sounds of people running, scrubbing the walls, mowing the lawns and trimming the shrubs. From the towering marble pillars to the magnificent arched statues that framed the large double doors, it was the epitome of old-world grandeur.The estate, no, the palace, originally belonged to the last known generation of the Etruscans before it was bought by the Blackwood family more than a century ago. It was one of the most cherished family properties even though no one lived there unless it was time for important events like Thanksgiving celebration or the marriage ceremony of the Godfather. The palace is known as the "Rifugio Senza Tempo", which translates to "Timeless Haven". It is renovated once every two years and always has a huge budget that shortens the salaries of family members by fifteen percent- well, everyone except the Godfather.I walked through the grand hallways

CHAPTER 83: SICK ZAHRAZahra's POVI hung up the call with Dashiell, placing my phone down on the space beside me. I shut my eyes, moving my hands to rest on my forehead to check my temperature as I felt a wave of nausea hit me hard. I stumbled out of bed, heading straight to the bathroom to wash my face, ignoring the horrible feeling of my stomach churning and twisting, and before I could even brace myself, I was hunched over the toilet, vomiting. I didn't even know what I was vomiting, considering the fact that I hadn't eaten all day.I collapsed onto the cold bathroom floor, gasping for air. The dizziness was unbearable, and my chest tightened as if it was closing around my rib cages and internal organs. My breaths were coming in ragged gasps, and I couldn't stop hyperventilating. I tried holding the toilet to sit up, but I had no strength to even grab anything."Get it together, Zahra," I muttered to myself, trying to fill my head with words of affirmation, hoping that my body w

Chapter 85: ON THE VERGE OF…DEATH?Zahra's POVThe soft warmth of the bathwater enveloped me as I leaned back into Dashiell's chest, his hands gently massaging shampoo into my hair. It was quiet, except for the sound of water filling the bathtub and the occasional tap of his fingers as he rinsed away the soap."I heard the Coluccis are in deep shit again," I murmured, letting my eyes close as his fingers massaged my scalp. "I've been following the Italian news- it's such an interesting news tabloid. It's something about another scandal with the youngest daughter."Dashiell laughed, his voice low and comforting. "The Colucci's are regular troublemakers. It's normal.""I saw that they threw an album release party for their youngest son yesterday, and they invited the Blackwoods,""They know we'll never show up," Dashiell replied, his tone dry. "I wonder why they still invite us. Sending Raven or Amari as a representative is as close as they'll ever get."I tilted my head, watching the w

CHAPTER 87: ARRIVING AT THE PALACEZahra's POV"Ladies and gentlemen, we'll be landing in Italy in forty minutes." The pilot said, his voice crackling over the speakers.Finally.My gaze shifted across the jet cabin to where Maya lay silently on Adela's lap, watching an episode of her favorite anime, InuYasha. Adela watched it with her, her hands massaging her scalp.It's been a week since Maya was found unconscious in Oregon. She was still at the hospital with Adela when we started packing for the Thanksgiving Celebration, but because she didn't want to miss it, she begged Dashiell to convince Adela not to stay behind with her, that she also wanted to see what the Thanksgiving Celebration was like. Dashiell agreed, but only on the condition that we took a doctor with us.I looked toward a different cabin, and eyed the doctor who was munching on a large sized burrito and eating ice cream while watching something on her laptop. She noticed me watching her and eyed me with a frown on h

Chapter 89: Carolyn's OutingDashiell's POVSitting at the head of the table, I watched my family members meet my gaze, the room silent as they waited for what I was going to say next.Domenico sat beside me, shifting uncomfortably in his seat and constantly glancing at me. I leaned over, lowering my voice just enough to be heard by him alone. "I trust you know why you are here. You are going to die, Uncle." I murmured, my voice firm. Domenico's face tensed, but he gave a small nod and looked away.Once everyone was settled, I rose to my feet, raising my glass. "Thank you all for coming to the annual Thanksgiving celebration," I began, my voice steady. "I am grateful for all your roles in making sure that our legacy grows and remains unified in purpose. We all have our duties as members of the Blackwood family. And, even if you are not of Ottoman descent, you will always be a part of us." I paused, allowing my little speech to sink into their brains. "Tonight, I'm pleased to share a n