All Chapters of RAGING FLAME: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

I crouched lower against the wall, my entire body trembling as I listened to the men inside the cottage. My hand was still gripping the gun, but it felt like dead weight in my palm, useless now that I had stumbled upon something much darker and far more personal than I could have imagined.The man who had just shot the other casually bent down and took the phone from the corpse’s lifeless hand, as if the murder he had just committed was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. His voice was smooth, controlled.“Don’t you worry, Mr. Stephen,” he said into the phone, “everything is taken care of.”The name hit me like a freight train. Stephen—he was a VVIP guest at our hospital just a few days ago, admitted for renal stone treatment. I had seen him, passed by his room, never imagining that this seemingly ordinary patient had any connection to Emera’s death. But now, everything was falling into place, and the truth was even more terrifying than I could have guessed.I risked another glan

The next day came quietly, almost too quietly, as if the world had forgotten what had transpired the night before. When someone eventually found my father’s body near the forest, I wasn’t surprised. The numbness had settled in, dulling the sharp edges of my grief. We cremated him later that day. My mother was broken, shattered beyond recognition, and I did my best to support her, though I barely had the strength to hold myself together. Every touch, every word of comfort I gave her felt hollow, forced.Cremating my father was an act that felt alien to me, as though I were standing on the outside, watching someone else go through the motions. I couldn’t bring myself to cry. I felt too shy, too disgusted, even to mourn him properly. How could I grieve a man whose legacy had been built on lies, pain, and death? Aidens’ father didn’t even show up for the cremation, and in a way, I was grateful. Lucky for him, I thought. I wasn’t sure what I’d do if I saw him. My hands itched with anger ju

The gun felt like it weighed a thousand pounds in Amira’s trembling hands, but her resolve was steady. Memories crashed over her like waves—moments of fear, anguish, and betrayal all tied to the man in front of her. He had been the architect of her nightmares, the shadow that loomed over her every step, and now, he sat bound, powerless, and at her mercy.Her breath came in short, sharp bursts as she took a step closer, her eyes dark with rage. She raised the gun and pointed it at his groin, her finger hovering over the trigger. “Stephen”she called out his name with a sinister smile with an head tilt..The man’s sneer vanished instantly, replaced by wide-eyed terror.“No! Wait! Please!” he shouted, struggling against the restraints. “Don’t do this! I’ll do anything you want—just don’t shoot!”Amira’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. “Anything I want?” she repeated, her voice cold and venomous. “How generous of you, can you give my child’s life back.”“I—I was wrong,” he stammered, hi

The clock on the bedside table read 2:37 a.m. when Amira’s phone buzzed silently. She stirred, blinking in the dim light as she reached for it. The name Denis flashed across the screen. Her pulse quickened. She glanced at Aiden, whose arm was draped over her waist, his steady breathing indicating he was deep asleep.She hesitated for a second before answering, whispering, “Hello?”“Amira,” Denis’s voice was sharp, urgent. “I’m in trouble. I need you. Now.”“What’s going on?” she asked, keeping her voice low.“They’ve found me. I’m sending my location. Please, hurry,” he said before the line went dead.Amira exhaled slowly, her mind racing. She turned to Aiden, carefully lifting his arm and sliding out of bed. He stirred briefly, but his breathing soon returned to its rhythmic cadence.She moved quietly through the apartment, grabbing her jacket and the loaded gun she kept in a drawer. As she reached the living room, Leo, lifted his head, his sharp eyes following her.“Shh, Leo,” she w

The early morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a golden glow on the room. Aiden lay on his back, his arms wrapped tightly around Amira as she nestled against his chest. Their bodies were tangled together under the sheets, a peaceful silence enveloping them.Aiden’s phone buzzed on the bedside table, breaking the calm. He groaned, reaching out to grab it, but before he could, Amira snatched it from his hand with a sleepy but determined motion.“Hello?” she said groggily, her voice low and raspy from sleep.On the other end, Michele’s voice sounded serious. “Aiden, there’s an important meeting this morning. You need to—”Amira cut him off mid-sentence. “He’s not coming anywhere,” she said, her words slow and deliberate. “Handle it yourself.”There was a moment of stunned silence from Michele.Aiden, unable to hold back his amusement, chuckled softly, burying his face in her hair. “You’re something else, you know that?” he murmured, kissing her cheek.Michele, still on