THE ALTAR WE BURNED
THE ALTAR WE BURNED- Synopsis
We burned in silence.
We sinned in shadows.
And in the house of God, we made a bed of ashes.
Every time he pushed me away, I came back craving more. Every time he prayed for forgiveness, I found another reason to fall deeper. What started with longing turned into obsession and the line between salvation and damnation vanished.
But loving him comes with a price.
He was a man of God. I was the girl who shouldn’t have looked twice.
Father Arthur Harper; the parish’s miracle, young, striking, and painfully devoted to his vows. They whispered about how he turned down wealth, women, and a powerful life just to serve behind the altar. But beneath the collar was something dangerous. Magnetic. Something that set fire to every quiet confession and holy glance. I shouldn’t have been drawn to him,but I was.
He saw me; Isabella Luca the troubled soul who came to church for peace but stayed because he made my heart race, One touch, One stolen moment, One kiss,That’s all it took to unravel us.
The Altar We Burned is a fast-burn, emotionally intense, and sinfully steamy forbidden romance that explores the cost of desire, the power of temptation, and what happens when love crosses the ultimate line. Prepare to confess… because this story doesn’t play by the rules.
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Chapter: Shadows of a broken heartCatherine’s POVCatherine sat alone in the dim light of her cramped apartment, the air thick with the scent of stale cigarettes and bitter regret. Outside, rain hammered relentlessly against the windowpanes, drumming a mournful rhythm that echoed the chaos in her soul. She held a chipped ceramic mug in her hands, once filled with tea now long cold and forgotten. Her gaze was fixed on the glowing screen of her phone, where a collage of images and videos played on loop — Arthur smiling, laughing, holding Isabella’s hand, his eyes bright with a happiness Catherine hadn’t seen in years.The sight stabbed through her chest like a jagged knife.Her breath hitched, and for a moment, the fortress of bitterness she’d built around herself cracked. Tears—hot, relentless—spilled down her cheeks. She wasn’t just grieving a lost love; she was mourning a shattered dream, a life she had tried so desperately to cling to, only to watch it slip through her fingers like smoke
Last Updated: 2025-06-02
Chapter: The silence before the stormArthur woke up before the sun did. The morning light hadn’t yet crept past the horizon, but he was already seated at the edge of the bed, staring into the shadows. Isabella stirred beside him, curling slightly beneath the sheets, blissfully unaware of the war raging in his chest. The previous night had been beautiful—too beautiful. They had danced in the rain, whispered soft words beneath the quilt, and made love like time itself had folded inward to cradle them. It felt like the world had forgiven them, like the heavens above had decided to grant them a second chance. But Arthur knew better. He knew peace often came before the storm. He exhaled slowly and glanced at Isabella. His heart twisted with love and regret. She deserved to know the whole truth. Not the half-truths he had offered before. He had told her about Catherine—yes—but not the part that haunted him in his sleep. He rose, stepped into his jeans, and left the
Last Updated: 2025-06-02
Chapter: Embers beneath the skinThe rain had not stopped since morning. It whispered against the windows and slipped through the trees like a secret, drenching the little house in a melancholic rhythm. Isabella sat curled on the sofa, Auther’s head resting on her lap, her fingers combing through his damp hair. The fireplace crackled softly, casting shadows across his face, softening the edges of the guilt he carried in his eyes. For hours, neither of them spoke of the letter. Instead, they stayed wrapped in each other, pretending the world hadn’t crept into their bubble, pretending that love alone could keep it out. “I don’t want her to come,” Isabella said finally, her voice breaking the hush. “I don’t want her to take you from me.” “She won’t,” Auther replied, without hesitation. “She has no power over me anymore.” Isabella said nothing, but her fingers stilled for a moment in his hair.
Last Updated: 2025-06-01
Chapter: The calm before the flamesIsabella woke to the sound of birds and the press of soft sunlight spilling through the curtains. Morning stretched its fingers gently over the wooden floors, turning the modest room into something golden. She stirred beneath the linen sheets, her bare skin humming with the ghost of his touch from the night before. Her lips still tingled from his kisses, and her heart felt wrapped in satin.Auther wasn’t in bed.She sat up, letting the cool air kiss her shoulders, the scent of rosemary and old parchment floating in from the kitchen. The little house they shared on the town’s edge had become more than shelter. It was a world of its own—a sanctuary where time slowed down, and the outside world couldn’t always reach them. The past month had been woven with laughter, healing, and touches that felt like prayer.She wrapped herself in one of his shirts—soft cotton smelling of cedar and clove—and stepped into the kitchen, the wooden floor cool beneath her feet. S
Last Updated: 2025-06-01
Chapter: Come as you are.The day came, The day of the meeting where Arthur life after his little exile will be examined arrived. It came calm but too suspicious to trust. The sky was too blue, the wind too gentle. It was the kind of morning that made you wonder what storm had passed or what storm was still hiding behind the horizon. Auther had dressed in his old priest’s attire. Not out of fear. Not even out of nostalgia. But out of something deeper—a strange desire to present himself as a whole man, wearing both who he was and who he had become. The black clerical shirt, the white collar—it all still fit. But it didn’t feel like armor anymore. It felt like memory. Isabella stood at the door, watching him straighten the cuffs. “You sure you want to go alone?” she asked. He looked at her, love deep in his eyes. “If I go alone, they’ll see I’m not hiding behind you. If I go alone, they’ll know I’m choosing
Last Updated: 2025-05-31
Chapter: Between Mercy and FireThe skies opened up that morning with a suddenness that rattled the tin roof. Rain poured like judgment, relentless and echoing against the world. Isabella stood by the window, arms wrapped around herself, watching the water run in streams down the glass. It was a kind of cleansing, she thought, a baptism of the earth. But it also reminded her of all the things she and Auther still hadn’t spoken about.Auther emerged from the small room they shared, barefoot, hair tousled and damp from sleep. He paused, seeing her silhouette against the window, and came up behind her, gently wrapping his arms around her waist."You okay?" he whispered.She nodded, resting her head on his chest. "Just thinking."He didn’t press her. He knew that tone—soft, distant, the kind that said she was sorting through emotions too tangled to voice yet.The quiet moment was broken by a knock at the door. Not loud, but urgent. They exchanged glances. Visitors were rare
Last Updated: 2025-05-31
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