All Chapters of For What Still Burns : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

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Chapter 30: The View

AriaThaliana’s estate was the kind of place that made you want to write poetry—or at the very least, forget the city existed.The manor itself was all soft stone and winding ivy, perched on a rise above the Hudson like it had been waiting centuries just for us. Cream-colored shutters framed every window, and sprawling gardens spilled into the forest with wildflowers so perfectly unruly they had to be curated. Inside, the rooms glowed in warm earth tones, high ceilings, and antiques with actual history, not just auction tags. It smelled like cedarwood and orange peel, and there was always music playing, sometimes a string quartet, sometimes Stevie Wonder.Thalia said the house wasn’t hers, that it belonged to “the crown,” but I didn’t believe her. Everything about the place felt like her—collected, timeless, grounded in elegance but never afraid of joy.We weren’t here for any occasion. Just a weekend away. No gala, no press, no obligations. Just

Last Updated : 2025-06-07

Chapter 31: Cracks

Aria For the first time in years, my heart beat at its own pace, not racing toward survival, not limping from grief. Just steady. Just still. Safe. It had been almost five months since Damien walked back into my life and turned it right-side up again. Since that first picnic under a waterfall. Since we stood at the counter together, shoulder to shoulder, icing cupcakes while Theo offered unsolicited critiques. Since that soft, careful look in his eyes started to feel like home. We had hosted a dinner at his penthouse last month. Candles flickered on every surface. Adrian was reluctantly charmed, Elena wouldn’t stop smiling, and even Karissah said it felt “cinematically soft.” Thalia had brought a bottle of aged wine and a silk-wrapped bouquet. Rafael spent the night making Adrian blush. And Damien… he’d watched me the entire time like he couldn’t believe I was real. And now? Now I was back at m

Last Updated : 2025-06-08

Chapter 32: Smoke

Damien “You did what?” My voice echoed off the walls of the penthouse, sharp and cracking like a glass shattering against marble. Vivienne stood by the window, perfectly composed, like she hadn’t just set fire to the life I’d spent months rebuilding. “I stopped by the bakery,” she said, tilting her head. “With Theo. He wanted a cookie. I didn’t do anything wrong.” “You told her I was still your husband.” She gave me a look—cool, effortless, practiced. “Technically, I didn’t lie.” I stared at her. “You’re unbelievable.” “I haven’t signed the divorce papers,” she said simply. “We’re still married, Damien. So if anyone’s been playing games, it’s you. Sleeping around while I was in Milan. With the baker girl, no less. Cute.” “No,” I said, stepping forward, heart thudding like it wanted out of my chest. “No, no, no—you don’t get to spin thi

Last Updated : 2025-06-09

Chapter 33: Sounds

DamienI stare at the screen like it might change its mind.Five missed calls.Two voicemails.No answer.I pace the kitchen like a caged animal, phone in one hand, keys in the other. Part of me wants to drive straight to the bakery. Just show up. Just see her. Just explain.I reach for my jacket, my heart already halfway out the door when the screen lights up.Aria calling.My breath stutters.I answer on the first ring.“Aria—” I start, too fast, too desperate. “I was just about to come find you. I—I didn’t know. I swear to God, I didn’t know she never signed. I thought….Aria, I thought it was done. That chapter was over.”There’s a long pause.And then, finally, her voice.Soft.Quiet.Resigned.“Hi, Damien.”Just that.Like it’s already too late.

Last Updated : 2025-06-10

Chapter 34: Spin

AriaTwo days had passed, and it still felt like I was holding my breath underwater.The house was quiet. Too quiet. The kind of stillness that didn’t comfort, only echoed. I'd lit candles earlier, out of habit, but the warm vanilla scent made me nauseous. Everything did lately.....perfume, music, even coffee.I sat on the couch in a hoodie and old leggings, staring blankly at my untouched cup of tea.Elena and Adrian had come over the second I texted I’m drowning.Now, Elena sat cross-legged on the rug in front of me, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders like armour. Adrian was pacing in front of the fireplace with a wine glass and all the flair of a man preparing to commit arson on my behalf.“First of all,” Adrian started, “if Vivienne Vasquez breathes near your bakery again, I will slap her with a baguette.”“Elongated battery,” Elena offered.“Exactly,” he said, swirling his wine. “Legal, but theatrical

Last Updated : 2025-06-11

Chapter 35: 3 Hours

Flashback They were seventeen and dramatic.That particular brand of dramatic that only came from a year of being hopelessly in love and absolutely sure it would last forever. That kind of love that made your chest hurt when you saw their name light up your phone. That kind of love that made everything else feel like filler.So when Aria and Damien had their first fight, it wasn’t about anything important.It was about yogurt.Specifically, Damien’s complete inability to remember that Aria hated peach-flavored anything and still brought her one after practice.“It’s literally peach!” she’d snapped, flinging her backpack onto the library table. “You know I hate peach!”Damien had blinked. “You said mango.”“I said never peach! It was, like, a whole conversation! You never listen when I speak”A

Last Updated : 2025-06-12

Chapter 36: Vivienne Vasquez

Vivienne had made peace with being Damien’s rebound a long time ago.She was never going to be his the way she had hoped and she was fine with thatOr at least, that’s what she told herself.Their marriage had always been a transaction dressed in tulle — name for name, prestige for legacy. Her parents called it a merger. His called it a responsibility. Neither of them had ever believed it would last. But when she walked down that aisle, she told herself she could make it work. That she’d make him love her the way he looked at her on paper —,polished, powerful, perfect.It had been two years before the silences grew longer than the conversations. Two years before he stopped touching her hand in public, and stopped pretending in private. By the time Theo turned four, Damien was sleeping in another room. By the time he turned five, Vivienne had stopped coming home at all.Vivienne had accepted it. Quietly. Gracefully. The

Last Updated : 2025-06-13

Chapter 37: Gold

DamienIt had been two weeks.Two weeks of silence from Aria. Two weeks of watching messages go unread. Two weeks of walking through rooms that still smelled like her hair and her hand lotion and knowing she might never come back.And Vivienne? She was everywhere.She’d reinserted herself with the subtlety of a scalpel. Gallery events, brunches, social invites with Theo front and center, smiling in pressed collars beside a woman he didn’t really remember. She posted photos from their “family weekend” in the Hamptons. Posed like perfection. Edited for elegance. She even made it seem like I took them.Every time I saw her hand on Theo’s shoulder, I wanted to scream.Every time I looked at my son, I hated that he’d started asking where Aria went. And why she didn’t come around anymore. And why Mommy suddenly did.Tonight, Vivienne was across from me at the dining table again. Theo was quiet, distracted. And I couldn’t t

Last Updated : 2025-06-14

Chapter 38:Stillness

AriaThe knock came just after nine.I knew it was him before I opened it.Something in the weight of the silence between us ….the kind that settles like dust in the corners of your heart — had told me he’d show up eventually. Not dramatic. Not unannounced. Just… quietly.I pulled the door open.There he stood. Damien von Adler. Hair messy, coat unbuttoned, eyes tired. His hand was in the pocket of his navy coat, like he was still deciding whether or not to leave again.“Hey,” he said.“Hey.”We just looked at each other for a second. The air between us fragile. Familiar.“I was walking,” he said, voice low. “I didn’t mean to — I just need to--.”I nodded once.“You want to come in?”He looked surprised. Then nodded.My apartment was still warm from the chamomile I’d made earlier. A book lay open on the couch. Dishes in the sink. A quiet life, paused.He stepped inside gently, like he d

Last Updated : 2025-06-15

Chapter 39 : Home

AriaMondayThe sun in California felt different.Warmer.I stepped out of the car and into my parents’ driveway, suitcase in hand, and took a deep breath. Their house sat at the edge of a winding road in a quiet neighborhood near Palo Alto ....white stone, orange trees, vines crawling up trellises. It was the kind of home that stood tall and sure, like the people inside it.My mother opened the door before I could knock.“Hi, baby,” she said, already pulling me into her arms.I hadn’t cried in days. Not really. But something about the way she held me made it impossible to hold the tears in.She didn’t ask questions. Just squeezed me tighter.My dad stepped into the doorway a minute later, coffee in one hand, glasses low on his nose.“Tough few months?”I nodded into my mom’s shoulder.“Well,” he said, smiling softly. “You’re home.”---TuesdayThey didn’t pressure me to talk.We baked bread, took walks around the neighborhood, visited the farmer’s market, and made fun of overpriced s

Last Updated : 2025-07-02

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