All Chapters of Bound to Burn : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

By the time I woke up, my head was heavy. Lewis’s arms were wrapped around my waist. If he were awake, I would have completely lost it. I tossed and turned throughout the night. Added to that, the bed was small. This wasn’t the kind of luxury I was accustomed to. But I was learning to deal with it. I assure you.It’s just a temporary arrangement, and I feel incredibly fortunate that Lewis has allowed me to share his tiny apartment. What would I do without his support? Enduring the tight space is a minor inconvenience to experience the comfort of a dear friend.Going through a divorce when your spouse is a billionaire is never straightforward. The process tends to drag on longer than it would for a typical couple. Just managing the process made my head spin. Balancing my new life as a single woman, keeping track of my small company’s finances, and trying to be a good friend to Lewis was enough to give anyone a headache.Fortunately, Noah, my husband , finally signed the divorce papers.

My knees gave way immediately. The sight of blood on the road made my stomach churn, but nothing came up. I curled into a ball, hugging my knees to my chest.What had I just done?Blood streamed down the tarred road, staining it a deep, horrifying red.I felt Noah crouch down beside me. His fingers brushed my hair, pushing it away from my face. I flinched at his touch, and suddenly, I wasn’t on the road anymore. I was back in the dark basement. The place where Noah used to punish me."You see what you’ve done?" he said, his voice was cold and accusing."I’m sorry," I whispered over and over, my voice trembling.He touched my hair again, and his tone shifted to something darker. "Look at you. It’s been a while since I saw you on your knees.""Get up," he commanded.My body obeyed instantly, and the scene around me shifted back to the road. A small crowd had gathered, whispering and staring."Do you need help to sort this out?" Noah asked, his voice calm, as if this were an everyday inc

The telephones won’t stop ringing. Every journalist within the metropolis appears to need a piece of the tale, and my reputation hangs by a thread.I’ve asked Mary Anne to disconnect the wires, however even that doesn’t give me peace. Noah sits across from me, rattling off the script I’m supposed to follow in the course of our press convention. His tone is detached, as though he couldn’t care much less approximately the chaos swirling around me."We’ll inform them you’re back to live," he says, flipping through his notes. "And we’re making plans for our perfect second wedding."I glare at him, but he’s already moved on, his consciousness somewhere else.When eventually seated in front of the journalist, Noah’s hands are clasped around mine. His grip is organization, a silent warning that I dare no longer step out of line."It feels so true seeing you back collectively," the journalist gushes. "Is there a reason why you separated within the first area?"Noah squeezes my hand, and I kno