Her Demand, His Desire

Her Demand, His Desire

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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?

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Chapter 1: A Desperate Plea

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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Why don't you finish first, taming my arrogant husband? Before writing another story
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Chapter 1: A Desperate Plea

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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Chapter 2: Fiancée

Rowan’s Point of ViewI watch as Pamela disappears into the rain, her drenched figure quickly melding into the darkened city streets. The corner of my lips curls into a smirk, the cigarette between my fingers flaring to life as I take a slow, deliberate drag. Something inside me stirs at the sight of her running away, desperate and hopeless—something cold, calculating, and satisfied.She's infinitely more beautiful when she's angry, I think, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the crisp night air. It’s almost funny how fast she can be driven to that fire-filled side, the one that makes her defiant even in the face of her own despair. And this is only just the beginning.I flick the cigarette to the ground, mash it with my heel, and stride toward my car. My driver opens the door, and as I slide into the back seat, I pull out my phone. My finger hovers over Tristan Jones's number before I press dial. The call connects in a ring or two, and I can hear the desperation in his voice before he ev
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Chapter 3: New Home

Pamela's Point of ViewThe sterile smell of disinfectant fills my nostrils, and I sit here in the dimly lit corridor of the hospital, staring off at the beige walls. Quiet beeping of medical machinery and the minimum shuffling of feet move into a rhythmic background to my tattered nerves. My sister Joana is lying unconscious in one of those rooms, her condition critical from the accident. I can't process the fear and worry wanting to strangle me.My phone vibrates in my pocket, pulling me from my reverie. I glance down at the screen to find a message from my father, Tristan Jones.[I can help with the hospital bills. I’m in the hospital.]I stare for a long time at the message.I've had a pretty complicated relationship with my father, ever since his new life with his new wife and two new daughters made it clear my sister and I were no longer priorities in his life. That sense of betrayal still burns.I see him walking down the hall toward me, his face a mask of resolution and relucta
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Chapter 4: A Contract

Pamela's Point of ViewI freeze outside of this mansion; the façade is grand and imposing, a fortress that could not be breached. The man, so tall and imposing, so arrogant, draws me inside by a cool detachedness, his fingers firm on my arm yet not hurting me. The warmth and richness in the interior of the mansion did little to thaw the coldness deeply in my bones.Long corridors are passed, tapestries of the richest kind, floors shining bright, and walls adorned with expensive art catch my eye. Everything about this place screams of wealth and power, but to me, it's no different from a prison. My mind begins to juggle various thoughts. My father had sold me to this man-literally. It's a burning betrayal, but there's no time for that either. Somehow, I have to get out of this nightmare.We eventually stop before a heavy oak door. The man turns into me, his eyes gleaming with mirth in the dark and a glimmer of superiority.“You should know with whom you're dealing,” he says, his tone o
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Chapter 5: The Introduction

Pamela's Point of ViewThe weekend arrives faster than I expected. My nerves twist and tighten as Rowan’s sleek black car pulls into the driveway of a grand estate—larger than even his own mansion. The looming facade is more than intimidating; it’s overwhelming. It feels like I’m about to step into the lion’s den.My hands are clenched tightly in my lap, knuckles white against the soft fabric of the pale blue dress that had been laid out for me this morning. The dress is beautiful, perfectly tailored, but it feels like armor for a battle to which I am ill prepared.Sitting beside me, Rowan is impeccably attired in a fitted charcoal suit that accentuates sharp angles and exudes an aura of quiet command. He hasn't uttered a word so far during the ride; his gaze is out the window, lost in thought or perhaps he is just pointedly ignoring me. The tension between us is palpable, a silent war waged with stony glares and curt exchanges since I signed that damned contract.The car smoothes to
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Chapter 6: Behind Closed Doors

Pamela's Point of ViewThe dinner feels endless, a never-ending barrage of thinly veiled insults, passive-aggressive comments, and forced smiles. By the time dessert is served, the tension is so thick I’m afraid I’ll snap. The only thing remotely comforting is Rowan's hand firmly on mine beneath the table, reminding me of where I stand in this twisted arrangement. Every look Lillian gives me feels like a scalpel cutting into me, and Rebecca's smirking only makes it worse.Finally, when we rise from the table, Rowan stands and offers me his arm. I take it, feeling like a player in a play I never auditioned for. We walk in silence down the great corridors of the mansion until we reach Rowan's quarters. The door clicks shut behind us, and for the first time all evening, I allow myself to exhale.I turn to him, watching as Rowan loosens his tie with an air of nonchalance that makes my skin crawl."So," I say, bitterness seeping into my voice, "is this how it's going to be? A lifetime of p
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Chapter 7: The Public Face

Pamela's Point of ViewThe morning sun is too bright, almost jeering, as I stand on the balcony, staring out at the sprawling estate that feels more like a prison. Reporters are gathering below, cameras already in place, their lenses glinting in the light. This is Rowan's world, a perfectly curated display where everything has its place and purpose.Today, I'm that purpose.I hear Rowan's approach before he speaks. "They're waiting."I don't turn around. I keep my eyes on the horizon, the weight of the day pressing down on me like a heavy cloak. "I know."He doesn't say anything right away, but I can feel him weighing me, as he always does. Everything about Rowan is calculated, premeditated. Even this press conference, it's not about us, it's about the image he wants to portray. I dig my fingers into the railing of the balcony, my knuckles white."I want to know something," I say, my voice low but level. "Do you feel anything at all when you do this? When you drag me out in front of t
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Chapter 8: The Unwelcome Guest

Pamela's Point of ViewI wake up to this gnawing feeling in my chest. Joana, is still in the hospital, fragile and in need of care. She doesn't even know half of what has been going on. I need to be there for her. Every minute that passes, stuck in this house, I feel its weight pressing down on me. This news conference, this farce-everything that Rowan expects from me feels like a cage I'm barely holding together.Taking a deep breath, I push the tension building inside me aside and make the conscious decision that today, I'll talk with Rowan. I know he's going to have his opinions, but this isn't up for negotiation: Joana is my sister, and she needs me.I find Rowan in his study, as is most often the case, buried in paper work and on the phone. His expression is as stern as it ever was, calculated, every decision part of some grander scheme. I stand in the doorway for a minute, trying to gather the nerve. And when he finally looks up and sees me standing there, he waves me in."Can w
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Chapter 9: Unshakable Resolve

Pamela's Point of ViewRowan's hand is a firm grasp around my waist, anchoring me when the tension in this room escalates. Lyka and Rebecca exchange a look; their eyes are filled with something I couldn't quite place-calculating, or perhaps amusing, or maybe both. But the weight of their judgment, their sharp words still cuts.I look up at Rowan, his face stern yet protective, but the discomfort coils tightly within me. I just cannot get rid of this feeling that I am not meant to be here in this moment, them standing here like vultures. I breathe in deeply, push the embarrassment and awkwardness swirling inside me downwards.I slowly take Rowan's hand away from my waist. His fingers linger a second longer before falling away, and through that small touch, I can feel his confusion as I step back."I need to leave," I say softly, yet firmly. "This isn't a conversation I need to be part of.""Pamela—" Rowan starts, but I shake my head before he can continue."It’s fine," I interrupt gent
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Chapter 10: Unraveling Shadows

Pamela's Point of ViewI retreat into the mansion, the coolness of the lobby becomes a weight bearing down on me after my tense confrontation with Rebecca. My mind reels over her sharp words, the disdain in her eyes, and Lyka's tension expression. I shake it off, refusing to let them rattle me.As I make my way down the hall, I notice Lyka in a rush to leave Rowan's office. She is running in such haste that she is almost frantic and doesn't even try to mask the malice in her eyes as she sees me. For a second or less, we lock eyes, hers with a dark, resentful expression before she darts off again, completely disregarding me.I remain there, perplexed. What happened in that office? Why is Lyka running away? Just before I can make another step, I see Rebecca running after her."Lyka! Wait!" she calls, voice shrill. As she races past me, she shoots me a withering glare with a face tight full of fury. "We're not done yet, Pamela," she hisses venomously before vanishing after Lyka.Her word
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