All Chapters of RAGING FLAME: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

Aiden stormed into Ryan’s hospital room, the door crashing against the wall as it flew open. The sudden intrusion startled the group of friends gathered around Ryan’s bed. Daniel, Eva, and Mia turned in unison, their eyes widening in shock and fear.Ryan lay on the bed, his face pale and drawn, his breathing shallow. The morphine had finally eased his pain, leaving him in a deep, drugged sleep. But Aiden’s rage flared at the sight of him resting peacefully, as if he had a right to be there, as if he had a right to Amira.Without hesitation, Aiden drew his gun, his movements precise and deadly calm. He pointed the barrel directly at Daniel, who was closest to the bed, his expression unreadable, but his eyes burning with anger. “Where is she?” Aiden demanded, his voice a dangerous growl that sent a shiver down Daniel’s spine.Daniel squared his shoulders, refusing to show fear. “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Aiden,” he replied evenly, though his heart pounded in his chest.Aid

When Aiden grabbed my wrist and tried to take me with him, something in me snapped. I wasn’t the same woman I was moments ago, filled with fear and uncertainty. No, I was done being the victim of his twisted games, done letting him control me. I planted my feet firmly on the ground and resisted his pull, forcing him to stop and turn around. His eyes, dark and full of that familiar, dangerous intensity, bore into mine, silently questioning why I wasn’t complying.I stared back at him, my gaze unwavering, bold, and daring. Aiden was used to women falling at his feet, cowering before his power, but I wasn’t going to be one of them anymore. Not now. Not ever.“I’ll come,” I said, my voice steady despite the chaos swirling around us.Aiden’s eyes narrowed slightly, amusement flickering across his face. He wasn’t expecting that. “Still 30 minutes are left,” I added, my words laced with a subtle reminder.He paused, staring at me as if trying to decipher the meaning behind my words. Then, as

Aiden’s grip on my wrist was suffocating, his rage pulsating through his fingers as he dragged me along. I could feel the raw anger simmering just beneath his skin, ready to erupt at any moment. My wrist throbbed under his tight hold, and I knew that if he pressed any harder, he could break it. But I didn’t resist. There was no point in fighting him, not now.As we left the room, I glanced back over my shoulder, my heart aching at the sight of Ryan and my friends. Ryan’s face was a mess of blood and bruises, and the guilt weighed heavy on my chest. This wasn’t how things were supposed to be. My friends stood there, stunned, helpless, unable to do anything but watch as Aiden dragged me away. Their eyes pleaded with me to fight, to do something, but I couldn’t. I was too broken, too defeated.When we exited the hospital, I was met with a sight that only added to my confusion and fear. Men in suits stood like statues around the entrance, their eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, their po

Aiden povAmira walked into the room with a quiet confidence that immediately drew my attention. Her posture was upright, her steps deliberate, and when our eyes met, she didn’t look away like most women did. Instead, she held my gaze with an intensity that intrigued me.I studied her as she approached, noting the way her dark hair cascaded over her shoulders, her eyes sharp and intelligent. She was beautiful, but it was more than that. There was a strength in her, a fire that flickered just beneath the surface. I could sense it, and for the first time, I felt a twinge of curiosity, a desire to understand what drove this woman who seemed so different from the rest.**Amira:** (glancing at her watch as she arrives) "I don’t usually do this kind of thing. But my father insisted, so here I am."**Aiden:** (leaning back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips) "And here I thought I was the one being forced into this. Seems we’re both prisoners of parental expectations."**Amira:** (rais

The next day at work was a blur. I went through the motions, but my mind was elsewhere, consumed with the growing sense of unease that had taken root in my chest. The only respite I had was with Emera, the little girl who had somehow become my bright spot in the otherwise overwhelming environment of the hospital.Emera was just nine years old, a delicate wisp of a child with big brown eyes that always seemed to sparkle despite her illness. She had been battling leukemia for the past year, and though her treatments were grueling, she never lost that infectious optimism that made everyone around her smile.“Amira!” Emera exclaimed when she saw me, her face lighting up like a beacon. She was sitting up in her hospital bed, surrounded by stuffed animals and drawings she had done during her stay.“Hey, sweetie,” I greeted her, a genuine smile spreading across my face as I walked over to her bed. “How are you feeling today?”“Better,” she said, her voice soft but enthusiastic. “I made this