Novels by pamela

Kelly’s POVThe morning sun streamed through the large windows of the mansion, its golden rays bouncing off the polished floors. As I descended the grand staircase, I heard hushed voices coming from the sitting room. Curious, I crept closer, pausing just outside the door.“Time is running out, Alex,” Daniela’s voice was sharp, cutting through the stillness. “If you don’t move soon, we’ll lose any leverage we have.”“I know,” Alex replied, his tone heavy. “But pushing her too fast could backfire. She needs more time.”“You’re gambling with her life,” Daniela shot back. “If she’s not ready when they come—”“She’ll be ready,” Alex interrupted, his voice steely. “I won’t let anything happen to her.”My heart pounded as I leaned against the wall, trying to process their words. Who was coming? And what kind of leverage were they talking about?The floor creaked beneath my foot, and their voices abruptly stopped. Before I could retreat, Alex’s commanding voice called out, “Kelly, you can com

Kelly’s POVThe next few days passed in a whirlwind of routines I never thought I’d experience. Daniela wasn’t just persistent—she was relentless. My mornings started with grueling workouts that made every muscle in my body protest, but I couldn’t deny the strange satisfaction that came with pushing myself.Plans for my school were also in place; I was less bored.True to her word, she didn’t let my injuries excuse me completely, but she was mindful enough to adjust the intensity when I felt I couldn’t continue. Her sarcastic remarks and blunt humor somehow made the sessions bearable, even when I wanted to collapse on the mat and pretend the world didn’t exist.“Do you feel that burn?” Daniela asked one morning, hands on her hips as she watched me struggle through a set of lunges.“Feel it? I’m pretty sure my legs are about to disown me,” I replied, gritting my teeth.She smirked. “Good. That means it’s working. Pain is weakness leaving the body, Kelly. Remember that.”As much as I ha

Kelly’s POVDaniela’s energy was like a storm when she entered a room—impossible to ignore. She swept into my space early the next morning, carrying a bag that seemed far too heavy for someone in heels that high.“Good morning, sunshine!” She announced, dropping the bag onto the floor with a loud thud.I groaned from my spot on the couch. “Why are you so loud? It’s barely 7 a.m.”“Because today is the day,” she said with a sly grin. “The day we turn you into a phoenix.”“What does that even mean?” I sat up, wincing as my shoulder protested the movement. The stab wound was healing, but it still ached, reminding me of the price I’d paid for being a best friend and a lovely girlfriend.Daniela perched on the armrest of the couch, her sharp eyes scanning me like a sculptor sizing up a block of marble. “It means you’re about to rise from the ashes, darling. No offense, but you look like someone who’s been through hell. I know I helped pick a line of clothes for you the last time, but I thi

Alexander's POVThe early morning sun filtered through the blinds in my office, casting long streaks of light across the polished floor. I swirled the amber liquid in my glass, though it was far too early for bourbon. My thoughts were tangled, replaying last night’s meeting with Devon. Every word, every smirk, was etched in my mind like a puzzle begging to be solved.Finn strode in without knocking, his usual casual confidence exuding from every movement. He dropped a file on my desk before taking a seat across from me."Well?" he asked, leaning back. "How’d it go with Devon?""Exactly as I expected," I replied, setting the glass down. "He’s playing the long game, but it’s not as clever as he thinks. He wants to make his move, Finn, and he thinks I’m too distracted to see it coming."Finn frowned, tapping his fingers on the armrest. "And the part where he blatantly admitted to wanting your company? Bold. Too bold. What’s the play now?"I leaned forward, resting my elbows on the desk.

KELLY'S POVThe silence of my room was deafening, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves brushing against the window. I couldn’t shake the echo of Alex’s words from earlier tonight."By fifteen, I’d taken my first life."He had delivered the confession with a calmness that was chilling, but his eyes betrayed him. Beneath the steely exterior, there was pain, guilt, and a weariness I hadn’t fully grasped until that moment. The weight of those words pressed on my chest, making it hard to breathe.I lay sprawled on the bed, staring at the ceiling, willing sleep to come. But how could I sleep after hearing that? My thoughts raced, colliding into one another like waves crashing against a rocky shore.Who was Alex, really? Was he a protector, a savior who had risked everything to keep me safe? Or was he something darker, someone whose past was too dangerous to outrun?And yet, despite the turmoil in my mind, I couldn’t deny the pull I felt toward him. It wasn’t just his mysterious al

ALEX’S POVThe soft light of the early morning filtered through the curtains of my office, but I couldn’t focus on the papers sprawled across my desk. My mind replayed the events of the night before like a broken record. Kelly’s tear-streaked face. The crack in her voice as she accused me of being someone she couldn’t trust. The way she looked at me as if I was a monster.I leaned back in my chair, running a hand over my face. I’d never felt this way before, this gnawing guilt about who I am. My world wasn’t built for softness or second chances, and yet, Kelly made me question everything. Her words last night had cut deeper than I wanted to admit.I hadn’t meant to scare her, but my tone, my actions—they were born of habit, of survival. She didn’t understand the darkness I lived in. How could she? She was light in a world of shadows, and I’d dragged her into my chaos.But I had to make it right.Standing, I paced the length of the room, my polished shoes echoing on the marble floor. A