All Chapters of BURN ME, ORION : The Billionaire's Reclaimed Obsession: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Anya’s POVI turned sharply, my phone nearly slipping from my hand. Kennedy stood a few feet away, his jaw clenched, eyes bloodshot. His expensive suit was slightly rumpled, and the smell of alcohol hit me before he even moved closer. His smile—if it could be called that—was sharp and cruel.“It’s none of your business,” I said, though my voice trembled a little.He took a step forward. “It is my business,” he said, his tone low and dangerous. “You’re my fiancée now. Or did you forget that already?”Before I could respond, he grabbed my wrist hard. His fingers dug into my skin, and I winced. “Let go,” I snapped, trying to pull away, but he didn’t.“Forget whoever it is,” he hissed. “You belong to me now.”I shook my head, my voice rising. “I don’t belong to anyone!”That made him angrier. His grip tightened, and in one fast movement, he shoved me back against the wall. The sound echoed, and I gasped as pain shot through my shoulder. His face was inches from mine now, his breath reekin

Anya’s POVHe looked right through me, like I was invisible. Like I was nothing but air to him.My stomach twisted painfully. The man who had broken me five years ago—the man I once thought I’d spend forever with—was standing right there. And now he wasn’t just anyone. He was Orion Nikandros, the billionaire who’d come to save my husband’s company.The moment he stepped into the boardroom, the air shifted. It grew tense, thick enough to choke on. Everyone seemed to sit up a little straighter, like his presence demanded it. He moved with quiet confidence, every step measured, controlled. He wasn’t the same man I’d known back then—the one who used to kiss my forehead and whisper that he loved. No, this version of him was colder. Harder. Powerful in a way that scared me a little.He wore a dark suit that probably cost more than my car. The fabric clung perfectly to his tall frame, every button in place, his black hair neatly slicked back. His jaw looked sharper now, his face older, more

Anya’s POVAfter the meeting ended, Kennedy didn’t wait for anyone to leave before turning to me with that impatient flick of his fingers—the one that always made me feel small.“Go home,” he ordered flatly.No explanation. No chance to speak.I nodded, because what else could I do? And I walked out of the boardroom with my heart feeling like it weighed a hundred kilograms. My head was loud, too loud—memories spinning, questions spinning, everything spinning. By the time I reached the car, my breaths were short and shaky, like I’d run a marathon with no air.When I got home, the silence of the house hit me first. Cold. Echoing. As always.I kicked off my shoes and walked straight to the bedroom, feeling like I was sleepwalking. I lay on the bed, curled sideways, and stared at the ceiling.That meeting replayed itself in my head over and over.Orion.Chase.Whatever name he wanted to go by now.He had walked into the room like he had never known fear. Like he had never known me. His ey

Anya’s POVChase—Orion—standing right in front of me like some dark shadow that had taken shape in my doorway. His face was unreadable, carved in stone, and his eyes… cold. So cold they almost made my skin prickle.I shot up from the chair so quickly it scraped against the floor. Fear punched through my chest when I remembered Kennedy’s threat from last night. I bowed my head, my voice shaking as I whispered, “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t mean—”He lifted a hand sharply.“Enough.”That one word froze me in place.He looked like he had stepped straight out of some expensive magazine. A black suit, perfectly fitted, with a black shirt underneath that made him look dangerously elegant… like the devil dressed for a business meeting. His jaw was clean-shaven, his hair neat, not even one strand out of place.And then his eyes moved.They traveled from my face, slowly down to my shoes, like he was scanning every inch of me. The whole time I couldn’t breathe. I didn’t know if he was judging me, o

CHAPTER 10Anya’s POVI slipped back into my tiny office and let myself fall into the chair, my heart still beating too fast. My palms were damp, and I wiped them on my skirt while trying to breathe normally. I barely had time to gather my thoughts when the office phone rang sharply, the sound slicing right through my nerves.I grabbed the receiver.“Hello?”Orion’s voice came through, cold and sharp like ice pressed against skin.“Compile the financial data for your father’s company for the last fifteen years and bring it to my desk within the next hour.”I froze. “W-what? Fifteen years? Sir, that’s—”But the line clicked.He had already hung up.I stared at the phone like it had personally betrayed me. My mouth hung open. Fifteen years? In one hour? What was I supposed to do—summon a miracle?A tiny groan escaped me as I rubbed my forehead. “He’s trying to kill me,” I muttered to myself. “No, he’s trying to break me.”I pushed my chair back, stood up, and started pacing the room. My