All Chapters of Love's eternal blaze : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta cruised through the city streets, a sleek predator carving its way through the noise and chaos of the urban jungle. The hum of the engine filled the cabin with a low, almost soothing vibration, a sound of power held firmly in check. The man in the passenger seat sat reclined, his head tilted back against the leather headrest, eyes closed as if lost in thought.But he wasn't resting.There was an energy about him, something coiled and waiting. Dressed in tailored black pants and a crisp white shirt, the sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms, he carried an air of effortless dominance. The first two buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing the faint outline of a toned chest beneath. Yet, despite the ease of his attire, his presence was anything but casual. He was a force contained, a storm waiting for the right moment to break.His eyes flicked open, piercing gray and sharp as blades. They shifted to the tinted window bes

Adele gathered the strength she had left, pulling her hood lower over her face to ensure she remained unrecognizable. Glancing around the bustling street, she raised her hand and flagged down a cab. The vehicle screeched to a stop in front of her. She hesitated for a moment, casting one last glance over her shoulder before sliding into the backseat."Where to?" the driver asked, adjusting his reverse mirror to get a better look at his passenger. His weathered face was calm but curious."Tanakan," she replied, her voice barely audible.The driver frowned, glancing at her again through the mirror. "Tanakan? That's a long drive, lady. I do not drive such a distance. You should take the train instead."Panic tightened her chest. Every second she lingered here, she risked being caught. She could practically feel the net tightening around her, the oppressive weight of the life she had fled. It was only a matter of time before she will be tracked down he

Content Warning: This story contains graphic depictions of violence, physical and emotional abuse, non-consensual sexual content, and coercion. These themes may be distressing or triggering to some readers. Please proceed with caution and prioritize your well-being. Adele stirred slightly under the covers, her body betraying the stillness she was trying to maintain. Her heart pounded as the baritone of a man's voice carried across the room. "She's still asleep sir." A deep male voice said, respectul and formal as Adele remained on the bed, her eyes tightly shut. "Alright go and inform my father about it. Tell him I'd inform Tris." A milder voice said, one that sent a chill down Adele's spine, a voice Adele could recognize anywhere. She knew it far too well "Yes sir." Adele heard footsteps leave the room. She listened intently as the heavy footsteps retreated, fading off completely into the distance. Her breath hitched but she did not move till she was certain the room was empt

Adele sat motionless under the steady stream of the shower, her knees pulled tightly to her chest. The water poured down from the faucet, threading through her tangled hair and over the curves and angles of her battered body. It wasn't warm, far from it but the icy chill didn't faze her. She barely registered the sting each drop caused as it made contact with her torn skin. The fresh wounds screamed for mercy, but Adele's mind was far away, lost in a fog of memories she didn't want to relive. The pain was sharp as the water cleansed her injuries, each droplet a tiny dagger against her skin, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she welcomed it, letting the sensation pierce through the numbness that had taken root inside her. She grabbed the sponge from the corner of the tub and began scrubbing at her arms. Her strokes were erratic and forceful, the rough material biting into her skin. Red marks bloomed on her pale flesh, mingling with the faint streaks of blood still flowing from her earli

Adele's pulse was still racing when Lucian carried her in his arms down to the parking lot, his powerful stride making it look effortless. She had no idea how the evening had spiraled so out of control. Only moments ago, she'd been staring down a future she couldn't stomach, trapped in an arranged marriage with no way out, until he intervened.The cool night air hit her skin as they exited the building, but she barely noticed. Her entire focus was on Lucian, the way his cologne surrounded her, faintly sweet but with a sharp, dangerous edge. Her head was buried against his chest, her arms clutching him tightly as though letting go would cause her to fall apart."You can stop clinging to me now," he said, his deep voice cutting through the haze of her thoughts.Only then did Adele realize how tightly she had been holding on to him, how she was enjoying the musky smell of his cologne. Embarrassed, she quickly unwrapped herself and scrambled out of his arms, her feet landing unsteadily on