When Pamela Jones sister gets badly injured in a car accident, her life changes drastically because the bills turn out to be more than she can afford. Desperate to save her sister, Pamela is forced to make a deal she never could have imagined, being sold as a wife to the cold billionaire, Rowan Hamilton. Although worst for starters, Pamela acts out the role of being Rowan's wife, and then, against all expectations, she grew to love him. Just as she does open herself up to him, she finds out about a painful betrayal on his part. Devastated, Pamela runs off while pregant, not wanting anything more to do with Rowan and her past. Years later, she returns stronger and more determined than ever, with unresolved feelings and a child who has no idea about his father. Will Rowan fight to win her back, or will Pamela finally break free from the man who once had shattered her heart?
View MorePamela’s heart pounded as she stood on the grand balcony of the Hamilton estate, the cold wind biting her skin. The sprawling city lights flickered below, a stark contrast to the turmoil in her heart. She felt Rowan’s presence before he even spoke, his warmth radiating as he stepped behind her."Are you going to keep running away from me, Pamela?" His voice was deep, laced with something between frustration and longing.She turned, meeting his stormy gaze. "I don’t know how to stay," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Everything is too much. Too fast."Rowan exhaled sharply. "Then let’s slow down. But don’t push me away. We’ve come too far."Pamela’s lips parted, but before she could respond, the sharp sound of a phone ringing interrupted them. Rowan frowned, pulling out his phone. His expression darkened instantly. "It’s my father."She studied his face as he answered. "Rowan, we need to talk. It’s urgent," Mr. Hamilton’s voice came through, rough and commanding."I’m l
Rowan stood at the edge of the balcony, the city lights illuminating his chiseled features as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. The weight of his past choices bore heavily on his shoulders, but for the first time in years, he wasn’t thinking about business or power. He was thinking about Pamela—the woman who had ignited something in him he thought long buried.Pamela stepped into the room, barefoot, dressed in one of Rowan’s crisp white shirts that hung loosely around her frame. Her presence alone was enough to tighten his grip around the glass. She had a way of making the coldest nights feel warm, and yet, he could sense the turmoil in her eyes.“You’ve been quiet,” she said softly, approaching him cautiously. “Is something on your mind?”Rowan exhaled, setting his glass down before turning to her. “You. Us. What comes next.”Pamela lowered her gaze, biting her lip. “I didn’t think there was a next.”He reached out, cupping her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You still thi
Pamela felt the warmth of Rowan's arms around her as they sat in his study, the flickering fireplace casting golden shadows across the room. The storm outside raged violently, mirroring the turmoil within her. For the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to lean into him, her head resting against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, strong—a stark contrast to the chaos brewing within their lives.Rowan gently ran his fingers through her hair, his voice low and firm. "Pamela, no matter what happens, you need to trust me."She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "How can I trust you when everything around us is falling apart? Every time I think we have a moment of peace, something or someone tries to rip us apart."His jaw tensed, and his grip on her tightened. "Because I will fight for us. I will not let anyone take you away from me."Pamela closed her eyes, savoring his warmth, but deep down, she knew the battle ahead was far from over. Jus
Pamela’s breath came in uneven gasps as she gripped Rowan’s arm, the weight of the night’s battle settling heavily over her. The clearing was eerily quiet now, the last echoes of gunfire fading into the dense forest. Blood stained the ground, and the acrid scent of gunpowder lingered in the air. They had won this battle, but the war was far from over.Rowan turned to her, his face shadowed by the moonlight filtering through the trees. His piercing eyes searched hers, filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher. Relief? Concern? Something deeper?“Are you hurt?” His voice was low but urgent.Pamela shook her head, even as her hands trembled from the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. “I’m fine. You?”Rowan exhaled, wincing as he pressed a hand to his side. The fabric of his shirt was darkened with blood. Not fresh, but the wound from earlier had reopened. Pamela’s heart clenched.“You’re not fine,” she whispered, reaching for him instinctively. “Let me see.”He caught
Pamela’s pulse thundered in her ears as the first shot rang out, piercing the fragile quiet of the cabin. Rowan was already moving, his body positioned between her and the danger despite the lingering stiffness in his movements. His protective instinct sent a wave of warmth through her chest, but she had no time to dwell on it. "Stay low," Rowan commanded, his voice sharp but calm as he pulled her behind the overturned table. His hand was steady, though the slight tremble in his fingers betrayed the strain his injury was putting on him. Pamela’s grip tightened around her gun. Her heart was pounding, but she forced herself to focus, to push past the fear threatening to paralyze her. She had to be strong—not just for herself, but for Rowan. For both of them. “David!” Rowan barked as the sound of gunfire intensified. “How many more?” “Still three outside,” David shouted from his position near the window, his voice strained but steady. “Two inside now!” Pamela’s breath hitched a
Pamela froze, the gun trembling in her hands as she stared at the man standing in the doorway. Her brother. David. A ghost from her past that she had buried so deeply, she’d convinced herself he would never resurface. Rowan’s voice cut through the tension, low and strained. “Your brother?” David took a step forward, his hands still raised in a show of surrender. “Pamela,” he said, his voice softer now, a mixture of relief and guilt coloring his tone. “I’ve been looking for you for years.” She didn’t lower the gun. Her heart hammered in her chest, confusion and anger warring within her. “Looking for me? You left us, David. You walked away when we needed you most. And now, you just show up?” David’s face tightened, regret etched into his features. “I know. I made mistakes—ones I’ve spent every day regretting. But I’m here now because you’re in danger.” Rowan shifted, his hand brushing against Pamela’s arm as if grounding her. “Pamela,” he murmured, his voice a quiet plea. “Let
The cold night air bit at Pamela’s skin as she tightened her grip on Rowan, his weight pressing heavily against her. Each step they took through the forest felt like an eternity. The dim glow of the headlights in the distance was their only beacon, a mix of hope and uncertainty that fueled her adrenaline.Rowan’s breaths were shallow and uneven, his free hand clinging to her shoulder as they trudged forward. The blood from his wound seeped through his shirt, a dark stain against the fabric. Pamela’s mind raced, torn between fear for his life and the overwhelming desire to get him to safety.“Just a little further,” Rowan murmured, his voice weak but steady.Pamela glanced at him, her chest tightening at the sight of his pale face. “You’re losing too much blood,” she said, her voice breaking. “You need medical attention now, Rowan.”He managed a faint smirk, his lips curling despite the pain. “I’ve had worse.”“Stop trying to act tough,” she snapped, tears stinging her eyes. “You’re no
Pamela’s entire body felt like it was weighed down by the crushing realization of her father’s betrayal. His apologetic gaze pierced through her, but she couldn’t reconcile the man she had known with the one standing alongside Gabriel’s men. Rowan’s presence next to her, solid and unyielding, was the only thing keeping her from crumbling.“Your father has made some... interesting decisions,” Gabriel drawled, his smirk widening as he stepped further into the cabin. His men flanked him, their weapons gleaming in the dim light. “But even I didn’t expect him to hand you over so easily.”Pamela shook her head, her voice trembling as she forced herself to speak. “Dad, why? Why are you doing this?”Her father’s face twisted with anguish. “Pamela, you don’t understand. Gabriel... he promised me you wouldn’t be hurt. He said this was the only way to protect you.”“Protect me?” Pamela spat, her voice rising. “By handing me over to a monster?”Gabriel chuckled darkly, but Rowan cut him off with
Pamela’s heart was still racing as the SUV sped through the desolate back roads. The roaring engine drowned out her rapid breathing, but the tight grip of Rowan’s hand around hers grounded her, pulling her back from the edge of spiraling panic. She glanced at him, his face hardened into a mask of grim focus, yet his thumb brushed softly against her palm, a contradiction that sent a tingle up her arm.The operatives in the front seats murmured in hushed voices, exchanging coded phrases that Pamela couldn’t make sense of. Their leader, a broad-shouldered man with steely eyes, was barking orders into a comms device, his voice sharp and urgent. The tension in the vehicle was suffocating, but Rowan’s presence beside her kept her from crumbling.“Are you okay?” Rowan’s voice broke through the haze, low and concerned.She nodded, though her body betrayed her with a shiver. “I’m... managing. Who were those people back there? And these... operatives? Who sent them?”Rowan’s jaw tightened, his
Pamela’s Point of ViewI step from the cab onto rain that comes down in sheets, soaking me to the bone the instant my feet hit pavement. My hair feels plastered on my face, my clothes are soaked, and I can feel the water squeaking in my shoes. None of that matters. My sister is in the hospital, fighting for her life, and I have no one else to turn to but him-my father.I push the heavy glass doors open to my father's building. As I do, I try to suppress the shiver that threatens to run through me. The lobby is as cold and uninviting as it ever was, a perfect reflection of the man who owns it. The receptionist gives me a once-over; her eyes widen slightly at my disheveled appearance, but I don't stop. I am unable to. I need to see him.My father is in a meeting, but quite frankly, I don't give a damn. I stomp toward the conference room, not allowing all the staring and whispered conversations to be a deterrent against me. With every step that brings me closer, my heart beats more rapid...
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