All Chapters of RAGING FLAME: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

The next day, I was at the hospital, busy with my rounds when my phone buzzed. It was Mia, calling me in a tone that dripped with anger.“Amira, what the hell did you do?” she snapped before I could even say hello. Her voice was filled with accusation, and I could almost feel the heat of her frustration through the phone.“What are you talking about, Mia?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. “What did I do?”“You know exactly what I’m talking about. Ryan is devastated, Amira. You’ve really hurt him this time,” she said, her words like sharp daggers. “By the way, congratulations on all the likes your post is getting. You and Aiden look so cozy, practically made for each other.”The line went dead before I could say another word. I stood there, frozen for a moment, confusion and panic washing over me. What post? What was Mia talking about? My pulse quickened as I pulled out my phone and opened Instagram.There it was—a post of me and Aiden, arms wrapped tightly around each other, o

I sat in the dimly lit room, the silence pressing in on me like a weight I couldn’t shake. I had locked myself in here for hours, refusing to let anyone in. Not Aiden. Not his mother, Mrs. Wolf. Not even my little furball, Leo, whose whining had become a constant background noise that I tried—and failed—to ignore. I couldn’t deal with anything or anyone right now. All I could think about was the mess my life had become, how Aiden had somehow managed to drive everyone away from me, including Ryan.A knock on the door broke through my thoughts, loud and firm. “Amira,” Aiden’s voice called, calm and infuriatingly composed. “Open the door.”I stayed silent, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a response. If I spoke, I’d scream. If I looked at him, I’d crumble. I couldn’t let him see how much he had affected me.“Amira,” he repeated, a hint of warning creeping into his tone. “This is your last chance. Open the door.”I heard Mrs. Wolf’s voice joining his, softer, worried. “Aiden, she

Aiden,Amira didn’t talk to me. It felt like I was suffocating in my own house. God, she’s so stubborn. It hurt more than I’d ever admit, knowing she couldn’t even look at me. She didn’t give me a chance to explain or apologize, just shut herself off. Even Leo, her beloved puppy, was ignored. She slept on the couch every night, leaving our bed cold and empty. And that’s why I moved to the room where I keep my personal things, my own sanctuary.That room held a collection of pictures of Amira. She didn’t know about them, of course. There was one of her at work, holding a child in her arms—her smile so radiant it could light up a room. Another was from a picnic with her friends, where her laughter seemed almost audible through the photo. I had a snapshot of her at the library, her expression focused as she flipped through pages. And there was one of her walking down the street, dressed casually in jeans, a T-shirt, and a coat, her hair catching the sunlight just right. Every image I had

Mrs. Wolf was already in the kitchen when I walked in, a pot simmering on the stove. She glanced up at me with tired eyes and gave me a small, grateful smile as I approached. She had been up for most of the night too, worrying about her son. Now, she stirred a pot of what smelled like hangover soup, something warm and soothing to nurse Aiden back from the depths of his intoxication.“He’ll need this,” she said, ladling the soup into a bowl and handing it to me with a sympathetic expression. “I’ve seen him like this before, but never… never this bad.” Her voice trembled slightly, but she quickly steadied herself. “I think it’s different this time because… because you’re here, Amira.”I didn’t know how to respond to that, so I simply took the bowl from her hands and nodded. “I’ll make sure he drinks it,” I promised quietly.The walk back to our bedroom felt longer than it should have, and my steps slowed as I neared the door. I wasn’t sure how to face Aiden after last night. A part of m

The casualty ward was back in full swing, the earlier hush replaced by the usual bustling energy of the hospital. I returned to my tasks, trying to shake off the lingering effect of my lunch with Aiden. As I jotted down notes on a chart, the young boy’s treatment plan nearly complete, the ward suddenly grew quiet again.I didn’t have to look up to know why.Aiden had returned.I could feel the shift in the air as he strode into the room, his commanding presence once again sucking the noise and life out of the bustling ward. Dressed in a tailored suit with his sunglasses tucked into his jacket pocket, he made his way toward me with long, confident strides. He wasn’t just here to make a point; he was here to disrupt my routine on purpose. His eyes were glued to me the entire time, never wavering, and I could feel the weight of his gaze like a physical touch.Marco, who was lingering near the door, shifted uneasily as Aiden drew closer. I shot Marco a warning glance, silently urging him