All Chapters of RAGING FLAME: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

For two days, I kept myself locked in my apartment, shutting out the world and the people who cared about me. The sunlight filtered weakly through the drawn curtains, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t ready to face what was out there, to confront the reality that had become my life. The message on the wall haunted me, the vivid red letters burned into my mind, echoing in my thoughts with each passing moment.My phone buzzed incessantly with calls and texts from my friends. They were worried, and I couldn’t blame them. But no matter how hard they tried to convince me to come out, I refused. I wasn’t ready to be around people,who will get hurt because of me.I wandered through my apartment, feeling like a ghost, aimless and hollow. My mind was a whirlpool of fear, anger, and exhaustion, pulling me deeper into a dark place where nothing made sense anymore. Every creak, every shift of light in the room made my heart race, my paranoia growing with each hour I spent alone. The gun sat on the coff

I refused to leave Ryan’s side, not even for a second. Every breath he took, every twitch of his fingers, I watched with an intensity that bordered on obsession. The gun in my bag was a constant reminder of how desperate I had become. I wanted to end this nightmare, to put a stop to the fear that had taken over my life. But most of all, I wanted to protect Ryan. It had been days since I last slept properly, my body running on nothing but adrenaline and sheer determination. I couldn’t let anything happen to him, not while I was there to prevent it. But as the hours dragged on, I could feel exhaustion creeping in, dulling my senses, making it harder to stay focused.Ryan, even in his weakened state, noticed. “Amira,” he said softly, his voice a raspy whisper, “you need to rest. You can’t keep going like this.”“I’m fine,” I lied, shaking my head. But even as I said it, I knew it wasn’t true. The truth was, I was terrified—terrified of what might happen if I wasn’t there, if I let my gu

On the other side of the horizon,The mysterious man,The night in Italy was colder than usual, a sharp contrast to the heat of my rage. The moment I learned Amira had defied my warnings and gone to see Ryan, I felt the familiar surge of anger coursing through my veins, the kind that made me feel alive, made me feel in control. I had warned her, threatened her, yet she still defied me. Her stubbornness would be her downfall, but not yet. No, I wasn’t ready to let her go that easily.I was sitting in my grand office, the leather chair creaking under my weight as I leaned back, my eyes fixed on the screen in front of me. I ordered my assistant, John, to cancel all my meetings and programs. We had been in Italy for business, but now my focus had shifted back to Arizona. I had something more pressing to attend to.As I watched the footage of her apartment, my heart raced with anticipation. My men had informed me that she had gone to the hospital first, then returned to her apartment with

The mysterious man,Amira, Amira, Amira… my mind is intoxicated by her. Staring at my phone's screen saver, her photo fills the screen, and I begin to dream about the time we slept together.Whenever I landed, I went straight to my office in Arizona, checking in on the various operations running under Venom’s vast network. Deals were progressing as expected, shipments were on schedule, and new clients were being brought into the fold. But none of it mattered as much as her.That night, as I watched her return to her apartment, my pulse quickened. She was alone and she was back where she belonged. I prepared the gas, waiting for the moment when she would fall asleep. It didn’t take long. The stress, the fear, it was wearing her down, and she was slipping into bed earlier and earlier each night.I watched as her eyes closed, as her breathing slowed. When I was certain she was asleep, I activated the gas, waited a few minutes, then made my move.The door to her apartment opened silently,

I stared at the tattoo on the man’s hand as it tightened around the gun, the letter "V" standing out sharply against his skin. My heart pounded as recognition struck me like a lightning bolt. “Aiden?” I whispered, my voice barely escaping my lips.He didn’t say anything at firstAs I faced him, everything I knew—everything I thought I knew—came crashing down. My husband. The man I once loved, trusted, and believed in. He stood before me, his expression unreadable, his eyes cold and dark, so different from the man I had married .“How…how could you?” My voice broke, tears welling up in my eyes as I took a step back, my legs threatening to give way beneath me.Aiden’s gaze didn’t waver. Instead, he took a step closer, closing the distance between us. His presence was suffocating, his shadow looming over me like a dark cloud. “Why are you so surprised, Amira?” he said, his voice low, almost mocking. “You must have known, deep down. You’re not stupid.”“I trusted you,” I choked out, my v