Alle Kapitel von Burning The Creed Empire: Kapitel 11 – Kapitel 20

Chapter 11Draven’s POV“You’ve been acting strangely since Renee left the house. Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about what Mother said concerning the company.” Linda questioned as she followed Draven into his office, her heels clicking against the floor.“I don’t want to talk about this, Linda.”“No, you have to.” Her voice sharpened instantly. “You have to tell me why you’ve refused to touch me for days now—”“You’re shouting.”“I don’t care!” She threw her hands into the air. “Let the whole world hear if they want to.”Draven pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a headache coming.“Besides, this isn’t even considered strange in some places. Some tribes marry within their families—”“Linda.”His voice cut through the room like a blade.She froze immediately.“We are in my office,” he said coldly, “and you will conduct yourself with courtesy.”The change in his tone stunned her.Draven had always indulged her tantrums, always softened his voice for her. But this versi

Draven's POVDraven's eyes burned with a volatile mix of rage, grief, and lust as he loomed over Linda on the bed. Her body glistened from the tub water, her chest heaving with anticipation. She reached for him, fingers grazing his hardening cock, but he slapped her hand away sharply."You want rough? You want all of it?" His voice was a low growl, laced with the resentment he'd bottled up for years. Renee was gone—dead because of the life he'd led, the secrets, the lies. And here was Linda, his step-sister, the one who'd been his dirty little secret since they were teens, offering herself like a balm for his fractured soul.He didn't wait for her answer. His hands clamped down on her wrists, pinning them above her head. Linda's eyes widened with excitement, a wicked smile curling her lips. "Yes, Draven. Hurt me. Make me feel it."From the bedside drawer, he yanked out two silk ties—leftovers from some forgotten restraint game they'd played before Renee found out about their affair.

ReneeStanding in the streets of a strange country provided a strange relief. I thought I'd be feeling hurt because I left my family, identity and everything I'd ever known. But it's quite the opposite. I felt free. As I hung the little bag I could manage to escape with over my shoulder, I walked the streets of Takayama. It's a beautiful mountain town with old streets, traditional houses, and a slower pace of life. It feels hidden from the modern world and would be perfect for a woman escaping her past.It's one of the most beautiful towns in Japan. Draven would never be able to find me here no matter where he looked. Besides, I set up a pretty good alibi and he must think I'm dead and gone by now. This place is just perfect for rebuilding and healing. After minutes of walking and taking a cab, I finally arrived at my cabin. It's a small wooden house on the outskirts of Takayama where the wind speaks to you and the mountains greet you every time of the day. It was just like I'd

Draven’s PovThe ambience of the restaurant was giving what a five star restaurant should give. Draven sat with a grim face waiting for his date to arrive. She did in less than five minutes. She was clad in a blue dress with exaggerated shoulder pads. Her hair was parked in a neat bun, every strand carefully tucked behind her ears. Her makeup was minimal but still loud enough to announce itself. Her skin was pale, her steps measured. Everything seemed so perfect, rehearsed. “Are you…?” She asked, cocking her head to the side. Draven nodded once and she took it as a cue to settle down. “Did you order anything yet?” She asked, even her voice sounded fake, staged to get him curious or impressed. But he craved Renee's imperfections even more in that moment. The way her hair fell out of her messy bun and the way she tucked it behind her ears every minute while she presented projects. Or the way she always missed a button or the way her shirt hated getting tucked into her pants.

Renee's Pov“Mrs. R?” “Mrs. R can you hear me? Are you following?” The therapist’s nagging voice just wouldn't let me think. “Huh?”“I asked when was the last time you heard from your husband?”I groaned inwardly. And now we are back here again. Asking about the husband. “I don't… know. Can't recall…” I stuttered because I was harbouring thoughts of making Draven suffer for the pain he'd caused me. “This won't do. We have to call him, get him involved. His involvement should help with the healing process.” She concluded, leaning forward and probably expecting me to place a call to the nonexistent husband. “Remind me why we need him again?” I asked, shaking my head slightly to push the thoughts of him away from my mind. “Studies showed that the involvement of one's partner helps them recover.”“And what am I recovering from?”She paused with her mouth slightly open like she was stunned by my question.“You lost a child Mrs. R. You went through a lot of shock and unpleasant feeli