All Chapters of Surrendered Desires: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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The Anniversary Lie

“You don’t cheat because you’re unhappy. You cheat because you were once wild… and now you’re tame.”Seven years of marriage, and yet somehow, the silence between us tonight is louder than the jazz humming through the restaurant.I sit across from my husband in a dress I’ve worn only once — back when I still believed wearing red meant something bold. The neckline dips low, the silk hugs my curves perfectly, but Daniel hasn’t looked at me for more than thirty seconds. He’s scrolling through his phone, fingers tapping out a reply to some hospital emergency. As usual.His champagne glass hasn’t been touched. Mine is half-empty. Happy anniversary to me. I press my lips together and offer a tight smile. “Working again?”Daniel looks up for a second, apologetic, tired. “Emergency consult. I promise, just one more text.”I nod, swallowing the bitter taste at the back of my throat. “Of course. You’re saving lives.”He smiles. I fake one back. It’s not that I don’t love him. I do. But somet

Last Updated : 2025-06-25

The Man Who Never Let Go

The silence between us is thick, crushing, and worse than any fight.Daniel stands in the doorway of our bedroom, the glow of my phone screen still casting a guilty light across my face. The voice note I just played, Luca’s voice, still echoes in my ears.I shut the journal quickly, like a child caught with something forbidden, but it’s too late. He saw it, he heard it and he is not saying a damn word.“Daniel…” I whisper, standing slowly, heart beating like it might give out. “It’s not what you think.”He lifts a brow. “No? Because I think I just heard a man tell my wife he never stopped wanting her.”His voice is quiet. But the kind of quiet that terrifies me.“I—I didn’t answer him. I haven’t done anything wrong.”He steps into the room now, slow and measured, arms crossed over his chest like he’s bracing for impact. “But you wanted to.” His gaze drops to the leather journal in my hand. “You were going to.”A sharp breath escapes me. “It’s not that simple—”“You were going to meet

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Pages We Never Burned

I stayed up all night reading the journal I thought I’d buried with my past. It was supposed to be just paper, Ink, closed chapter. But the words I wrote about Luca all those years ago—they’re still alive. I flip to a page I haven’t dared touch in years. The one with the tearstain at the edge, the day I found out he left New York without a word.// “If love is fire, then he was the flame I walked into, knowing it would burn. And I’d do it again, every time, just to feel it.”That was before Daniel. Before marriage. Before mortgages and quiet dinners and scheduling sex like appointments. I press the page to my chest, exhaling slowly. My body still remembers the shape of Luca’s kiss. The urgency in his voice. The way he held my face like I was something precious, not just desired.It’s 3 a.m., and I’m curled up on our bed alone, staring at the space Daniel once filled. He hasn’t called. He hasn’t come home. And I don’t know what’s worse—his silence or my longing for the wrong man. No.

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The Taste of Almost

The air between us crackled with silence.Luca didn’t say another word as he stepped into the hotel room, and I didn’t stop him. I should have. I know I should’ve. But knowing what’s right and doing it? Two very different things. He placed the coffee and the painting gently on the side table, then turned to me with a gaze so gentle it disarmed every defense I had left.“I didn’t mean to come here like this,” he said. “But I couldn’t sleep. I kept thinking about you. About us.”I stood near the window, wrapped in the hotel’s white robe, arms folded across my chest like a barrier he’d already broken through. “And what exactly are we, Luca? Because last time I checked, I’m still married.”His expression didn’t change. “Are you, though?”I flinched at the honesty in his voice. Not cruel. Just… true. “Daniel threw me out.”He nodded. “And what do you want now?”“I don’t know.” I bit my lip. “I shouldn’t want you. Not like this.”“But you do.” His words weren’t a question. I looked at him.

Last Updated : 2025-06-25

The Weight of Goodbye

The room blurred around me. I clutched the phone tighter, like gripping it could somehow make the words mean something else. Daniel. Accident. Critical.Those three words splintered through me, slicing through the air Luca and I had just begun to breathe together.“Where?” I managed to ask, voice cracking.“St. Vincent’s Hospital,” the officer said calmly, like he wasn’t detonating the entire ground beneath my feet. “We need someone to identify him. He’s stable, but unconscious.”Unconscious. The word echoed in my skull. “I’m on my way.” I hung up. My fingers trembled, still holding the phone, still caught between the warmth of the past and the horror of the present. Luca looked at me, jaw tightening as he pulls back. “What happened?”“It’s Daniel. He’s… there was an accident.”For a second, neither of us said anything. And then his face softened, but the distance between us widened anyway.“Do you want me to come with you?”“No.” I swallowed hard. “I have to do this alone.” I could

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The Secrets We Keep

You know that feeling when the air feels heavy? Like the universe is holding its breath, waiting to see what you’ll do next? That was me the morning after I found the letter, the one I wrote to myself, like a ghost of the woman I used to be trying to claw her way back.I hadn’t slept. I couldn’t, because every time I closed my eyes, I saw Luca’s face. The look he gave me right before I walked out. That quiet devastation he didn’t say out loud.And Daniel… still lying in that hospital bed, bruised but breathing, was just a few miles away. Our marriage had fractured long before the crash, but now? Now, guilt pressed into every corner of my chest. I told myself I needed coffee but what I really needed was to feel something that didn’t twist.I head downstairs to the café in my hotel, still in yesterday’s clothes, still smelling like someone else’s story. The city outside looks like nothing had changed. But everything inside me had changed. I took my coffee black, bitter, and fast. Shortl

Last Updated : 2025-06-25

Pier of Secrets

I couldn’t breathe.The voicemail kept replaying in my mind like a curse on loop. It was low voice, calm threat, that final demand:// “Come alone. Pier 14. Ten o’clock.” I checked the time.9:07 p.m. The city outside my window sparkled like it always did, romantic from a distance, merciless up close. I shouldn’t go. But I couldn’t not go, not yet, because whoever left that message didn’t sound like they were bluffing. And I couldn’t afford another secret unraveling. Not after what Daniel did. Not with Luca gone. Not with my entire life dangling between grief, lust, and shame. I slipped on a black trench coat and tied my hair back into a loose bun. No makeup. No heels. Just soft boots and clean pockets.I needed no weapons, and no lies. Of course, except the lie I was telling myself — that I had this under control.*********The cab ride was short. Too short. The driver dropped me off three blocks from the pier, and the cold wind whipped against my skin as I walked the rest of the way

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Things We Burn

I stood in the elevator of Daniel’s penthouse tower, the flash drive still warm in my pocket like a gun that has been loaded. The numbers above the door ticked higher: forty-one, forty-two, forty-three. Every second pulled me deeper into a war I didn’t start… but I would be damned if I didn’t end it. My reflection in the elevator mirror looked too calm, too elegant in my silk blouse and leather coat. A woman shaped by Manhattan and masked by control.But underneath, I was shaking, not with fear but fury. I had watched the footage a dozen times last night. Daniel’s voice, calm and deliberate, plotting my collapse like it was just another legal case. Vanessa, sipping wine like she already tasted my ruin.They thought I wouldn’t find out, and that I would stay loyal to a lie, but I was done being the polite wife in a luxury cage. Tonight, I was the storm they never saw coming. Ding. The elevator doors opened. His private hallway glowed with soft lights and silence, the silence you buy wh

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The Man Who Disappeared Twice

I stared at Luca, my heart throbbing against my ribs like it was trying to crawl its way out.“Say that again.”He didn't look at me. His eyes were fixed on the dark window, jaw clenched. “Nathan’s not just some freelance investigator,” he said. “He’s working both sides. Yours... and Daniel’s.”It took a moment to breathe again. “You’re wrong,” I said, but even I didn’t believe the words as they left my lips. Luca turned to face me, and the sadness in his eyes made my stomach twist.“I wish I was, Ari. I’ve been digging into his background for months. Cross-checking reference files, phone records and so on. He’s been feeding you half-truths and feeding Daniel just enough to keep you in play.”“No. No, Nathan helped me.”“He helped you just enough,” he said, voice flat. “...just enough to push you into Daniel’s game. But never far enough to win at all.”I sank into the couch, hands trembling. My chest felt like it was caving in.Nathan. The one man who told me the truth when everyone e

Last Updated : 2025-06-27

His, Hers, and Mine

Ariana's POVI didn’t feel the cold until we were halfway across the bridge. Luca kept glancing at me, but I couldn’t look at him. I stared straight ahead, my thoughts snarling… Nathan. Vanessa… my death order on a photograph.“Are you okay?” Luca asked gently.I wanted to say yes. I wanted to laugh, to joke, to pretend this was all just some twisted nightmare, but the truth was uglier. He saw it in my silence. I gave a mechanically nod instead. “Just… drive.”He obeyed, navigating the cold lanes as Brooklyn routes disappeared in the rearview mirror. I didn’t ask where we were going. I just knew it couldn’t be home. I just knew home did not exist anymore.****We ended up in a quiet cottage in Cold Spring. I guess this is one of Luca’s emergency safe houses hidden along the Hudson River. It looks cozy, modern, and deceptively simple. The kind of place lovers would run to when the world turned sour against them.Only we weren’t lovers. Not yet. But god, the tension between us was weari

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