All Chapters of RAGING FLAME: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

I stared at Ryan, completely frozen, my heart racing. Of all places, of all times…why did he have to come here now? I opened the door to let him in, then immediately shut it, putting a finger to my lips to keep him quiet.“Ryan, what are you doing here?” I whispered, exasperated but relieved. “Do you have any idea what could happen if Aiden finds you?”He shrugged, though his face showed genuine concern. “I couldn’t just sit back and do nothing, Amira. I was worried about you.”I glared at him, whisper-yelling, “Well, now I’m worried about you! You being here is a risk—for both of us.” I looked toward the door, every second feeling like an eternity. Then, just as I feared, there was a knock.We both jumped. My heart sank. Aiden.“Amira?” Aiden’s voice came from the other side, low and suspicious. “Why is the door locked?”Ryan’s eyes widened, and he whispered, “I’ll hide. Do whatever you have to.”I nodded quickly, shoving him toward the large, empty box near the corner of the room. b

The atmosphere was thick with tension, and Aiden sat on the couch like a predator, watching my every move. His gaze was intense, like he was daring me to make an excuse. I took a cautious step forward, raising my hand in a small gesture, trying to defuse the storm I felt brewing in him.“Aiden, let me explain—”“Shut the fuck up!” he roared, his voice booming through the room and cutting through me like a blade. His mother, standing nearby, looked completely bewildered, her eyes darting between us. I flinched, my heart pounding wildly. Aiden’s fists clenched as he gripped the edge of the couch, his knuckles turning white, barely containing his rage.Then, from outside, I heard a scream—a familiar voice. My heart froze as I recognized Ryan’s voice. My eyes darted toward the entrance, and through the large windows, I saw two of Aiden’s men holding Ryan by his arms, barely letting him stand upright as they struck him.Without thinking, I moved to stop them. I was few incessantly before r

"You're a virgin," he stated, his voice a mix of surprise and excitement.I turned my face away, too humiliated to meet his gaze. He pulled out of me and I felt a gush of blood flow out of me. He reached down and wiped my tears, then leaned in to kiss my neck, his lips soft and possessive against my skin."I love you, Amira," he murmured. "You're mine now, all mine."But even as he spoke the words, a small part of me rebelled against them. I didn't want to be owned, to be controlled by his jealousy and possessiveness. So I lashed out, desperate to hurt him the way he had hurt me."You know what, Aiden?" I began, my voice shaky. "Ryan fucks me way better than you ever could.”The effect was immediate. Aiden's face darkened, his eyes flashing with rage. Now I got feeling that I made a wrong decision.You are so fucked up Amira - this is the only thing that was running my mind.He practically snarled as he slammed back into me, setting a brutal pace that left me gasping and crying out.

This night in the bar, I found Ryan with bruised face sitting on the counter , it seemed like he couldn’t get out from his feelings.I sat near him like I won.But,Ryan’s words had pierced through me like a thousand daggers, each one sharper with a sarcastic smile.“You can’t keep her in your gilded cage forever, Aiden,” Ryan had said, his smug grin grating on my nerves. “She’s not some trophy to be won. You let her go for even a second, and she’ll run to me. Face it—you’ll never be the man she wants.”I clenched my fists under the table, the urge to wrap my hands around his throat barely contained. But I didn’t. I had to be smarter than that. Killing him in a public bar would solve nothing, and besides, I wanted to break him in a way he would never forget.I leaned back in my seat, keeping my voice calm despite the fire raging inside me. “Amira isn’t running to anyone,” I said evenly. “Least of all, to you.”Ryan laughed, the sound mocking and filled with disdain. “Oh, Aiden, you’re

The day Denis asked for my help turned out to be a turning point in the stillness of my life. At first, I hesitated when he called, his voice apologetic as he explained his situation. His son Adam needed to be picked up from school, and with an unfinished workload at the office, he had no one else to rely on. Something about his tone left me unable to say no.“I’ll do it,” I said simply, knowing I needed to step outside my cocoon for once.I grabbed my keys and headed out, taking the stairs instead of the elevator. It felt strange stepping out after so many days of isolation, but I also felt a lightness in my chest—a sense of normalcy.I reached the school and found Adam waiting with his backpack, his face lighting up when he saw me.“Amira!” he called, running toward me.I smiled at his excitement. “Hey, Adam. Ready to go?”He nodded eagerly, holding my hand as we walked back to the car. He was chatty on the ride home, telling me all about his day, his friends, and a funny story abou