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For What Still Burns Chapter 51: Letters
AriaI froze for a moment, eyes drawn to the small vase of dahlias waiting on my door . Beside them lay an envelope, my name written in handwriting I knew too well.I picked it up, hands trembling slightly, and unfolded the letter. My heart caught in my chest as Damien’s words filled the page.*******My dear Aria,You’re not answering my messages, and I can’t reach you, so let me explain a few things. I tried, I really tried, to forget about you, to do the best I could for my family, for Theo, for everyone else. I also tried for you Aria, I hurt you immensely so I thought I would be doing wats best for you if I let you go. Sleeping with Vivienne all those years ago was a drunken mistake and before I could tell you, her parents demanded I make an honest woman out of her. Their business was failing and they needed the von Adler name so badly that they threatened to take legal action. I had no choice but to do what they wanted. My parents said I had to face the consequences of my action
For What Still Burns Chapter 50: Polaroid
DamienI found the photo tucked between old paperwork on my desk, a worn Polaroid from years ago. Arya and I, grinning like fools, drenched in rain with her hair plastered to her cheeks. I could almost hear the laughter, the careless chaos of that night,—sneaking out past curfew, splashing each other in puddles, stealing moments that felt infinite at seventeen.I traced her face with my finger through the faded paper, and a slow ache settled in my chest. It was simple then. Light. No headlines, no expectations, no Vivian’s calculating eyes lurking in the background. Just us. Just the kind of reckless, ridiculous love only kids could have.I didn’t notice the office door creak open until a familiar voice broke through my thoughts.“You’re staring at that thing like it holds the answers to your universe,” Jake said, leaning against the frame. He smirked, but there was concern in his eyes that no smile could hide.I looked up, trying to shake off the memory. “It’s… nothing. Just old time
For What Still Burns Chapter 49: Vivienne Vasquez
The ballroom glittered under chandeliers as Vivienne swept in, every eye naturally drawn to her. She had mastered the art of entrance; she knew the power of presence. Her heels clicked against the polished floor, and whispers trailed her like silk ribbons. “Oh my god, Vivienne!! There you are!” one friend exclaimed, practically throwing herself at Vivian for a quick hug. “I missed you too,” Vivian replied, her smile bright, flawless. Every word, every glance, measured. She let herself soak in their admiration, letting the warmth feed the careful fire of her plans. As she moved deeper into the room, other friends gravitated toward her. “It feels like the city’s been dull without you,” another said, hands fluttering. “What have you been up to?” Vivienne tilted her head, leaning in conspiratorially. “Oh, you know, the usual,” she said softly, eyes flicking over a group of younger socialites who had been lingering near the bar. “Navigating certain… delicate situations. Some people
For What Still Burns Chapter 48: Predictable
Aria The kitchen was always so warm in the morning, the smell of cake and cinnamon wrapping around me in comfort. I was icing the last batch of cupcakes when Maeve’s voice floated in from the front desk. “Aria? There’s… a lady looking for you,” she said carefully, almost hesitating. I frowned. “A lady?” “Yes. Very… persistent,” Maeve added, eyebrows knitting together. “Said she needed to speak with you.” I wiped my hands on a towel, my pulse already picking up. I had a feeling I knew who this was. The door to the bakery swung open, and there she was. Vivienne von Adler. Immaculately dressed, perfectly poised, but her eyes were sharp knives. “Vivienne,” I said evenly, stepping out from the kitchen. “How may I help you?” She didn’t smile. Didn’t soften. She tilted her head slightly, studying me as if weighing my worth. “Don’t pretend, Aria. Don’t act like I didn’t notice you and Damien disappearing at the same time from the ballroom.” My stomach tightened. “I really do
For What Still Burns Chapter 47: Tangible
Aria The library was quiet after he left, the click of the locked door echoing in my chest. My dress felt heavier, as if it carried every heartbeat, every stolen moment we had shared. I pressed my palms against my cheeks, trying to catch my breath and remember who I was, who I needed to be. There was a tall mirror in the corner, tucked between the shelves. I moved toward it slowly, staring at my reflection. My hair was slightly mussed from our encounter, a stray strand falling across my forehead. My dress clung in places I hadn’t expected, and I adjusted it, trying to anchor myself in something tangible. I quickly typed a message to Elena to tell her that I would be having an early night. I needed to leave the estate. The drive home was quiet, the streets dim and empty compared to the gala’s glittering chaos. Every traffic light and turn felt like a chance to collect my thoughts, to pull myself back from the edge.
For What Still Burns Chapter 46: Need
Damien I saw her across the room and felt it in my chest, a sharp, impossible tug I couldn’t ignore. She moved as if she didn’t notice me, and the idea of letting her walk away was unbearable. I left the crowd behind, my footsteps silent but my mind screaming. She was leaving, slipping down the corridor, and I followed, relentless. “Aria.” My voice was low, urgent. She froze, hand on the door handle, and I caught her wrist before she could escape. “Damien, let go,” she said, firm, but there was a tremor in her tone I couldn’t ignore.“No,” I whispered, pulling her gently into a library off the hallway. The door clicked shut behind us, the lock sliding into place. I didn’t give her a chance to argue again.The room smelled of old books, polished wood, and her. I wanted to say something clever, something that would make her laugh, but all I could think about was needing her closer.“Damien--” she tried, but I pressed a hand to the wall beside her, cutting off her retreat. My ches
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