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The war begins.
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Flames of desire. The war begins.
Damon’s POVThe restaurant is alive with its usual afternoon rhythm, the quiet clink of cutlery, the low whispers of conversations, the faint scent of roasted garlic and seared meat drifting from the kitchen, and yet, the moment I walk in with Claire, every sound feels muted, every gaze drawn to her. She doesn’t realize how much she commands a room, how people look up when she passes, how her presence silences idle chatter. It isn’t just her beauty. It’s something deeper, sharper. She carries herself with dignity that cannot be bought, cannot be mimicked, and I am proud to have her by my side.We are shown to our usual table, tucked neatly into the far corner where I can keep my back to the wall and my eyes on the entire room. Old habits die hard. I am a man who likes control, who thrives on knowing every angle, every possible exit, every threat before it has the chance to surface. And yet, for the first time in years, sitting here with Claire softens that instinct, makes me want to l
Flames of desire. I will have her this time.
Jake’s POVI walk the familiar streets of Willowcreek, the weight of the town’s quiet eyes on me pressing down in ways I had long ago forgotten, and every step feels heavier than the last because the ghosts of the past are here, lingering in every cracked sidewalk, every faded storefront, every whisper of gossip floating from someone’s window or doorway. I know what people are already saying. I’ve been warned by friends still living here, friends who remember everything, who remember how Sienna Whitfield burned everything in her path just to claim the scraps she thought were hers, and I can feel the sting of it, but it’s nothing compared to the image I have burned into my mind: Claire, standing tall and unshakable next to Mike on their wedding day.I grit my teeth, the memory like fire in my chest, because I know that I can’t ignore her, that I didn’t come back for this town, for old friends or memories. I came back for her. Claire. She may be young, she may be clever, she may have wo
Flames of desire. Jake is back.
Sienna’s POVThe afternoon sun lies heavy over Willowcreek, painting the streets in a sleepy gold, the kind of light that makes every crack in the sidewalk, every chipped paint corner of the buildings stand out sharper, and yet all I can hear, all I can feel, is the low whispers of gossip still rolling through town about my uncle Damon and Mona. I’m still seething over it, still furious that Mona let Claire walk away the victor again, but as I step out of the café, clutching my coffee cup too tightly, I see something that stops me cold, something I almost don’t believe at first. Jake Tatum.He’s standing across the street, tall and broad-shouldered as ever, though there’s something rougher about him now, edges sharpened by time, by whatever life he’s lived since he left this town. He hasn’t seen me yet, and for a moment, I just drink in the sight of him, the boy who was my first love, the boy who made my heart ache and my stomach twist in ways no one else ever did, the boy who threw i
Flames of desire. When will it end?
Claire’s POVThe afternoon sun spills through the wide windows of my office, painting the walls with shifting shades of gold, but the warmth does little to ease the chill that lingers after the morning’s chaos. I sit at my desk, papers neatly stacked before me, numbers and figures waiting for my attention, yet my eyes keep sliding to the clock, watching the seconds crawl, every tick a reminder that the world outside these walls has already taken hold of what happened, twisted it into stories, handed it over to Willowcreek’s eager tongues.I know them, the way they thrive on scandal, how every whisper grows sharper with each retelling. By now, the shopkeepers have woven Mona’s fury into something bigger than it was, and Claire, the quiet woman who dared to stay by Damon Whitfield’s side, is at the centre of it all. Me. I don’t need to hear the gossip to know what they’re saying. That I’m too young for him. That I’m reckless for staying. That I’ll never truly belong in his world. That D
Flames of desire. I will not give up!
Mona’s POVThe night had been long, but my mind refuses to rest. I have replayed every detail of Damon throwing me out of his office as though I were some insignificant intruder, a nuisance to be cast aside in front of the very people who once whispered my name with admiration. Willowcreek may be small, but its gossip runs faster than fire through dry fields, and by now, I know every pair of lips in this town is speaking of my humiliation. They will say Damon no longer wants me, that I am nothing but a shadow of what I used to be, that he has already replaced me with Claire, the little secretary who dares to walk into his office each morning as though she belongs there. I cannot allow it.For years, I convinced myself Damon was just a man to be conquered, a name, a fortune, a symbol of everything I deserved after clawing my way through life. But I know now it isn’t only about money or comfort. No, it is far worse. Somewhere in the silence of last night, when I pictured him looking at
Flames of desire. She will not win!
Sienna’s POVThe small streets of Willowcreek are alive with whispers even before I step outside my apartment, the scent of early morning coffee mingling with the chatter of women leaning on shop counters, men tipping hats as they exchange the latest news, and I can already hear it before I even turn the corner: “Did you hear what happened at Damon Whitfield’s office?” … “Mona Whitfield stormed in, and he threw her out!” … “Claire, of course, was the reason!”I pause mid-step, letting the words curl around me like smoke, letting the shock and admiration of the town feed the fire coiling tight in my chest, because this isn’t just gossip, it’s a confirmation, a flashing neon sign in the quiet town that Claire has triumphed yet again, that my carefully laid plans, my subtle manipulations, my guidance of Mona to unsettle Damon, have somehow faltered, leaving Claire unshaken, untouchable, untarnished, and I hate it with every fibre of my being.I march faster, the heels of my boots clickin
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