Burning Desire
Hannah has finally landed the journalism internship of her dreams—a chance to prove herself at one of the city’s top media firms. But her excitement is short-lived when she’s forced to work under Nathaniel "Nate" Rhodes, the arrogant and untouchable head intern who treats her like she doesn’t exist. He has connections, power, and an air of mystery that both frustrates and intrigues her.
When Hannah stumbles upon a mysterious pattern of arson cases, she breaks a major story, earning her place in the firm. But there's a catch—Nate is assigned to work on it with her. While she’s determined to uncover the truth, he’s just as determined to avoid it. As they dig deeper, secrets begin to surface, and Hannah finds herself entangled in a past neither of them can escape.
Because years ago, fire changed both of their lives. A fire took someone she loved, a fire took someone he loved.
As the tension between them grows, so does the undeniable pull drawing them together. But can love survive when the truth is written in the ashes?
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Chapter: Chapter 12 – A Line We Can’t Cross The walk back to Blackstone Publishing was quieter, but something had changed. We weren’t just boss and intern anymore. There was a certain current between us, something unspoken but heavy. It lingered in the way our shoulders brushed as we walked. In the way his hand hovered slightly behind me when we crossed the street, like he was debating whether or not to guide me forward. It was nothing. As we reached the entrance of the building, I hesitated. I wasn’t sure why, but I felt like if I walked inside now, something between us would snap back to the way it was before. Nathaniel must have sensed it too because he didn’t move either. "Sir," I said finally, my voice softer than I intended. "Thank you. For dinner." He nodded, slipping his hands into his pockets. "Don’t get used to it." I let out a small laugh. "Of course not." why would I? I turned to go, but before I could take another step, his voice stopped me. "Hannah." I turned back. Nathaniel’s jaw clenched
Last Updated: 2025-03-10
Chapter: Chapter 11 – Sparks in the ShadowsNathaniel was avoiding the case. I was sure of it now. But that wasn’t my problem. If he didn’t want to do his job, then fine. I’d do it without him. I spent the rest of the afternoon buried in old articles, tracing connections between the fire victims. The deeper I went, the clearer the pattern became. These weren’t just random incidents, they were deliberate. Someone was silencing people, one fire at a time. The thought sent a chill through me. My fingers hovered over my keyboard as I stared at the web of notes I’d pinned to my screen. The same names kept coming up in different reports, scattered across years, connected by nothing except the fires that had destroyed their lives. This wasn’t a coincidence. Lost in my work, I barely noticed when the newsroom started emptying out. The sky outside had darkened, the city lights casting a faint glow through the windows. I stretched, my neck stiff from hours of staring at my screen. I wasn’t done yet. Not even close "Still her
Last Updated: 2025-03-08
Chapter: Chapter 10 – The Unfinished PuzzleThe sound of my keyboard filled the quiet space around me, a rhythmic tapping that matched the beat of my thoughts. Notes, timelines, theories—I had everything in front of me, yet the pieces still didn’t fit. The fires weren’t random. I could feel it. But without solid proof, it was just a gut feeling. I sighed, rubbing my temples. The newsroom bustled with activity, but at my little desk, it felt like I was working alone. Well, almost alone. I looked over at the other interns, I never really knew what they were up to. Nathaniel never really gave us what to do aside from a few reports to write here and there. If I hadn't been doing this fire case with him, I'd be almost jobless. I glanced toward Nathaniel’s office. He sat at his desk, sleeves rolled up, fingers lazily spinning a pen between them as he stared at his screen. His expression was unreadable, but I had been around him long enough to know when someone was just pretending to work. He had barely contributed to the investiga
Last Updated: 2025-03-06
Chapter: Chapter 9 – Unspoken Truths The offices of Montgomery & Chase were exactly what I expected—polished, intimidating, and completely impersonal. The air smelled of expensive coffee and fresh ink, and the walls were lined with framed case victories, as if reminding visitors that this firm didn’t lose. Nathaniel and I stepped through the glass doors, and I adjusted my blazer, trying to look more confident than I felt. This was my first real field assignment, and while I wasn’t about to admit it, I was nervous. Nathaniel, on the other hand, looked completely at ease—bored, even. He barely glanced around as he approached the receptionist. “Nathaniel Rhodes. We’re here to see one of your senior partners regarding an ongoing investigation.” The receptionist, a sharp-eyed woman with dark-rimmed glasses, barely looked impressed. “Do you have an appointment?” Nathaniel exhaled, clearly expecting this. “Tell Mr. Ashford that it concerns recent fire-related incidents.” Her gaze flickered with something- Recognition? Ei
Last Updated: 2025-03-06
Chapter: Chapter 8 I had barely settled into my seat when a familiar voice made me freeze. “The report on last night’s fire.” Nathaniel. I looked up just as he dropped a folder on my desk without so much as a glance my way. I barely had time to respond before he was already walking off toward his own desk, sleeves rolled up, posture rigid. I exhaled sharply. Of course. No “good morning,” no instructions. Just another case dumped on me while he pretended I didn’t exist. But I wasn’t going to let him keep dismissing me. I grabbed the file and followed him to his desk. “Sir, what exactly am I looking for?” I asked, keeping my voice professional but firm. Nathaniel finally looked at me, his cold gray eyes scanning me like I was an annoying pop-up ad on his screen. “Patterns,” he said simply. “If you’re going to be working on this case, you should be able to find them yourself.” I clenched my jaw, refusing to let his indifference get to me. “And if I do find something?” “Then we’ll talk.” I stared
Last Updated: 2025-02-18
Chapter: chapter 7- Following the ashes (Hannah’s POV) The smell of burnt wood and ash still lingered in the air as I stepped over the caution tape. The building had been nothing more than a quiet corner bookstore—one I’d passed dozens of times without much thought. Now, it was a skeleton of charred beams and shattered glass. I swallowed hard. Standing here, in the middle of what was once a thriving business, made everything feel more real. This wasn’t just a story; it was someone’s life in ruins. Nathaniel walked a few steps ahead of me, his hands shoved in his pockets as he studied the wreckage. The morning sun reflected off the broken windows, casting sharp shadows across his face. He looked… distant. I clutched my notepad tighter. “The fire report said it started in the storage room,” I said, scanning the area. “The owner, Mr. Langston, barely made it out in time. If he hadn’t smelled the smoke…” I let the sentence hang, the implication clear. Nathaniel didn’t respond. I glanced at him, waiting for some kind
Last Updated: 2025-02-12
In love with my husband’s boss
“Do you think… do you think Steve had anything to do with it?” Her voice was low.
The silence that followed said more than words ever could. I didn't know when I moved across the room and got on my knees beside her. I stared into her eyes, “I don't know yet. But I promise you Melissa, I won't let anyone hurt you”
I saw her gulp and shift in her chair but I meant every word of that promise. I don't know where the sudden urge to protect her from everything came from, but I wasn't pushing it away. I wanted to protect her, even if it's from her psychopathic husband.
Melissa, married to the supposed love of her life, hopes to rekindle the spark between her and her husband. Only to find her husband cheating with his secretary. Melissa is now threatened to stay in a loveless marriage because she has no where to turn to, all her assets gone to the hands of the man she called her husband. Melissa begins to find light as she interacts with her husband’s boss, yes CEO, whereas her husband is a senior partner. Melissa’s husband is threatened by his boss’s kindness towards her. Not wanting to loose Melissa, her arrogant billionaire husband continues to fight to keep Melissa locked away. Will Melissa find peace with her billionaire man? Which billionaire would it be? Will she escape to the light? Or will she be forced to live in her prison villa forever?
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Chapter: 23It was raining when I stepped into the office lobby, my umbrella dripping onto the marble floor. I shook out my coat and tucked my bag under my arm, nodding to the receptionist as I made my way to the elevator. “Melissa.” I stood straight. I didn’t have to turn around to know it was Steve. I did anyway. He stood there in his dark grey suit, almost matching the look in his eyes. “I was hoping we could talk” he said, standing there with a false sense of warmth. “I have nothing to say to you,” I replied, stepping into the elevator. He followed me in before the doors could close and I wasn't surprised. The air between us was thick with unsaid words, and I kept my eyes on the floor numbers lighting up one by one. “You know, this little show of independence?” he said. “It’s cute. But it’s not going to last.” I turned toward him, jaw clenched. “And what exactly is that supposed to mean?” “I’m giving you a chance to stop this madness before it goes any further. I'm
Last Updated: 2025-07-24
Chapter: 22I woke up to the sound of my alarm. It was time for me to get back to work. I got up and dressed up, putting my hair into a ponytail. The weather was a bit cold so I decided to throw on a coat. I got into the Redmond building, the receptionist and headed straight to the elevator. Once I reached the office floor, I could already feel his presence. He definitely had a way of infecting a room with his presence. My heels clicked against the marble floor of the executive wing as I walked toward my desk outside Mr. Redmond’s office. I caught a glimpse of Steve beside the glass walls. He was surrounded by some junior workers but he wasn't saying anything and I could tell he had seen me. “Morning, Melissa,” Jenny greeted me with a cheerful smile which startled me. I managed one in return, though it felt a little forced. “Hey, Jules.” I sat at my desk and pulled up my schedule, needing something to distract me from the tension in my chest. I was able to get some work done and just
Last Updated: 2025-07-16
Chapter: 21NICHOLAS's POV I smoothed out the creases on my suit and walked towards the conference room. I could already see from the transparent glass wall who it was and I wasn't surprised a bit. “Mum?” I said as I walked in through the door. She looked at me long and hard. I could tell by the look on her face that she wasn't in a good mood. “Nicholas” she spoke. Yup, she was serious. “You ignored my calls this morning” I nodded frantically, “Yes mother, I did. I promise I didn't want to ignore you, you called in the early hours of the morning and I wasn't fully awake yet” She folded her arms, “Why aren't you going to show up, like I asked you to?” “Mum, we already talked about this. I'm quite busy, my hands are full” “Is this how you want to keep behaving? You want to get wrapped up in work that you won't have time to get married?” My mother was a lot of things, and dramatic was the biggest of them all. She had set a date with one of her friends’ daughters and insisted I ge
Last Updated: 2025-07-14
Chapter: 20MELISSA’S POV I stretched and opened my eyes slightly as the morning sun seeped through the curtains. I blinked slowly awake. At first, the odd scent of cedarwood disoriented me. It wasn't my room. The previous day came rushing in, the near accident, Nicholas bringing me to his home, him asking me to stay and me over hearing his conversation. I got up from the bed and walked over to the closet he had earlier told me about. Inside was a collection of clothing. I could tell some of them were designer clothes if not all. I checked them out and they were one size bigger but I was okay to manage. I settled on a sweater and a pair of sweatpants and made my way towards the kitchen. Nicholas was already there. He got to his feet when he saw me, “Good morning, Melissa. I see your ankle has gotten a bit better” I nodded “Good morning boss” my ankle was indeed better. It only hurt when I put pressure on it. He was dressed in his corporate shirt and pants but the top buttons of the
Last Updated: 2025-07-11
Chapter: 19NICHOLAS’S POV Melissa sat in my home office, her ankle and knees wrapped in bandages and a blanket over her shoulder. I had called a doctor to come over to my house to check on Melissa. Even though she wanted to go to the office, I insisted she follow me home and see a doctor. After the doctor left and assured me everything would be fine, I finally said, “I think someone wanted to scare you or scare me.” I leaned against my desk. “Do you think… do you think Steve had anything to do with it?” Her voice was low. The silence that followed said more than words ever could. I didn't know when I moved across the room and got on my knees beside her. I stared into her eyes, “I don't know yet. But I promise you Melissa, I won't let anyone hurt you” I saw her gulp and shift in her chair but I meant every word of that promise. I don't know where the sudden urge to protect her from everything came from, but I wasn't pushing it away. I wanted to protect her, even if it's from her psych
Last Updated: 2025-07-08
Chapter: 18MELISSA’S POVA few days had passed and I was slowly adjusting to my new normal life. Steve was still on suspension. I had wondered how long it would be but I didn't bother to ask Nicholas about it. At this point, work was the only thing I had that would keep me sane. And keep my mind off the rough patches in my life. “Morning, Melissa,” Jenny from HR called as she passed by. I smiled. “Morning.” The coffee in my hand was still hot. I blew over it, took a deep breath, and began my work for the day. About a few months ago, I was picking up broken pieces and moving back to my mother's house. Now I was receiving emails from invoices that I had paid myself. I sat down at my desk just outside Mr. Redmond’s office, organizing the files he’d asked for the day before. The scent of cedar and clean linen drifted from his office, the same as always. When his door opened, I instinctively stood up with a bunch of files in my hand. He didn’t look up from his phone. “I have a meeting in tw
Last Updated: 2025-07-06
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