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Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 12: Beneath the Surface
Pamela's Point of ViewThe night of the gala arrives quicker than I expect, and as I stand in front of the mirror, smoothing down the sleek black dress I chose for the occasion, I can’t shake the gnawing feeling in my stomach. I’ve been to a few events with Rowan, but none like this. The elites of the city will be there, the crème de la crème of society, all gathered under one roof. And for what? To judge, to scrutinize, and in my case, to find faults.The dress clings to me in all the right places, its elegance doing little to soothe my nerves. I force a breath, reaching for the necklace Rowan gave me for tonight—another gesture that feels more like obligation than affection. It’s a beautiful piece, diamonds glinting in the low light, but wearing it feels like wearing a chain."Ready?" Rowan's voice cuts into my thoughts.I look up to see him standing in the doorway, dressed to in a tailored fitted suit. His features are unreadable. No warmth in his eyes, only the same cold distance
Last Updated : 2024-09-16Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 13: Revelations and Rage
Pamela’s Point of ViewRowan yanks on my arm, pulling me through the front door. It hurts, but I don't feel as bad as my breathing does. I'm matching his furious step down the hallway, tripping over my own feet a few times, matching him step for step. My breaths are shallow and my heart is racing, not because I'm afraid of him but because I am confused.Why is he so angry?As soon as we enter the house, he shoves me off of him, pushing me to the side a little. I have no choice but to push myself up against the wall, recoiling at the sharpness of his shove."Why in God's name are you pushing me?" I snap, running my arm over where his fingers left a mark on my skin.Rowan doesn't answer right away. He's pacing now, his hand running through his hair in exasperation, his eyes dark and dangerous. Gone is that cool façade, replaced by something wild and volatile.“Are you happy now?” he finally says, his voice low but trembling with barely controlled rage.I take a step closer, daring to co
Last Updated : 2024-09-21Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 14: The Unexpected Guest
Pamela's Point of ViewMy headache throbs as I wake up, eyes squinting at the soft morning light that filters through the curtains. That night's gown hangs heavy and wrinkled on my skin. I can almost envision how the party was, rewinding in my head all the scheming of Rebecca, the cold glances of the elites, Rowan's furious outburst, and Sinclair's unnerving presence.I groan inwardly and drag myself up. Every muscle in my body screams from the tension of last night, and my mind is every bit as heavy. I can’t just shake my head over his reaction.The sharp knocking at the door jerks me out of my thoughts. For a moment I consider ignoring it, but the knocking persists, firm and insistent. Reluctantly, I stand up and smooth my gown as much as possible as I begin to walk towards the door. My stomach tightens as I open it.Standing before me is Rowan's mother, crisp as ever in her fine clothes, not missing a detail of my appearance as she casts an unmistakable look of disdain upon me. I k
Last Updated : 2024-09-21Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 15: Prepare Yourself Tonight
Pamela’s Point of ViewOne evening in a grocery store, the fluorescent lights overhead murmured softly as Joana and I slowly strolled down the aisle, our cart and us pushing it. It was one of those dull, lackluster nights where I finally began to relax a little bit. Joana, animated as ever, chattering beside me, commenting on the items we toss into the cart.“So, how's it going, that apartment near to your workplace? Do you like it?” asked Joana, reaching for a box of pasta and tossing it into the recipe, altogether.I try to force myself into a small smile. A weight is hanging round my neck: the secret.“Yeah, it's… convenient,” I say.That is what she thinks, that I live in a small apartment close to my work. Joana does not know the real story of Rowan or that we are engaged. Every time I try to tell her, I just can't do it. Maybe I fear how she'll react, or that she'll see through the cracks I have been trying to smooth over with this facade I have been maintaining.She nods, unawa
Last Updated : 2024-09-21Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 16: Cornered
Pamela’s Point of ViewThe house is eerily quiet when I step inside. Not a single light is on, and the usual bustle of maids is gone. A sense of unease creeping through me as I shut the door behind me. Something feels wrong. Very wrong.The faint scent of alcohol wafts through the air, pungent and overpowering. I follow it through the darkened hallways, my footsteps hesitant, heart racing with every step. I can barely see where I'm going, and the silence presses in around me like a heavy weight.I reach for the light switch, flicking it on. It snaps on with blinding brightness, stinging my eyes, and I blink furiously to gain control. But it takes only a split second before I jump out of my skin again.Rowan is standing there, motionless, his eyes locked on me. His expression is blank, unnervingly so. But his eyes... they’re cold, yet burning with something intense. He's leaning casually against the wall, but I can tell he’s drunk—his posture too loose, the way he sways ever so slightl
Last Updated : 2024-09-21Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 17: Cold Affection
Pamela’s Point of ViewI wake the next morning feeling as though I've been hit by a truck. My mind is slow, body aching, and I can feel the echo of Rowan's touch from last night. I can almost feel him pushing me against the wall, heat on my skin from his breathing, the rough hands on my body—it's just all too vivid. I don't know what to make of it. It was too raw, too intemperate. Did it really happen? Or was it some sort of fever dream?As I sit up in bed, the reality of the situation hits me hard. No, it wasn’t a dream. Rowan kissed me. He claimed me. But then he walked away as if it was nothing.I glance at the clock. It’s early, earlier than I’d like to be awake, but sleep isn’t going to come easily now. The weight of what happened last night sits heavy on my chest, and I wonder how Rowan will act today. Will he pretend it never happened? Or worse, will he be angry?I drag myself out of bed and head downstairs, half expecting to find the house just as cold and silent as it was las
Last Updated : 2024-09-24Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 18: Kiss that Lingers
I sit on Joana’s couch, shifting uncomfortably, trying to focus on the TV show playing in the background. It’s some kind of crime drama, but I can’t follow the plot. My attention keeps flickering back to the phone in my lap, my thumb hovering just above the screen. I glance at it again, checking for a message I know isn’t there. Nothing.I bite my lip and set the phone down, only to pick it up again moments later. My heart skips a beat as I unlock the screen, staring at the empty notification bar. What am I even expecting?It’s not like Rowan has a habit of messaging me. In fact, he rarely does. But after last night... my stomach flutters at the thought of him. There’s this strange sensation, a mix of excitement and confusion, something I can’t quite explain. I feel... nervous? Restless? Maybe it’s both. I don't know why I even care this much.I glance at the phone again.Still nothing.Joana’s voice breaks through my spiraling thoughts. “Pamela, are you even watching?” Her tone is
Last Updated : 2024-09-25Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 19: ‘Does he even care at all?’
Pamela’s Point of ViewThe credits roll on the screen, but I’m not really paying attention. My mind has been elsewhere the whole time—on my phone, on Rowan, on what happened last night. The buzzing energy in my stomach won’t go away, that strange mixture of nerves and anticipation building up, twisting tighter with every passing minute.Finally, I can’t take it anymore. With shaky hands, I unlock my phone and see it—Rowan’s message.[I’m waiting outside your sister’s apartment.]My breath catches in my throat. He’s here?I stare at the message for a moment, trying to process it, my pulse quickening with both excitement and nervousness. Without thinking, I jump up from the couch, almost knocking over the popcorn bowl in my haste.“I’ll be right back!” I stammer, barely registering Joana’s confused expression as I rush toward the door.“Wait, where are you going?” Joana calls after me, but I’m already out the door, my heart racing as I sprint down the stairs of her apartment building. W
Last Updated : 2024-09-25
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Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 67: Beneath the Surface
lMy head throbbed as I woke in yet another dimly lit room. The taste of blood lingered on my tongue, and my wrists burned from the cuffs that once again held me captive. The last thing I remembered was Joana’s trembling hands and the deafening roar of her gunshot echoing in the narrow corridor. "Pamela," Rowan's voice was weak, distant but unmistakably alive. "Rowan?" I croaked, forcing my eyes open. He was slumped against a wall a few feet away, his hands bound behind his back, his face pale but determined. Relief flooded through me; at least we were still together.Before I could respond, the metallic groan of a door being pushed open interrupted us. James stepped inside, his usual smugness replaced by a dangerous calm. Behind him, Joana hovered, her expression a mixture of regret and fear. “Well, aren’t you two resilient?” James began, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “I was starting to think you were indestructible. But even the strongest foundations have cracks, don’t they?”
Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 66: Shadows of Deception
I woke to darkness. My head throbbed, and the metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I was alive or dead. My arms were restrained behind me, the cold bite of metal cuffs cutting into my wrists. A faint glow from a single flickering bulb overhead cast eerie shadows on the walls."Pamela?" Rowan's voice, hoarse and laced with concern, cut through the haze of my thoughts. "I'm here," I croaked, trying to adjust my eyes to the dim light. "Are you okay?""Just barely," he said with a bitter chuckle. "They hit me pretty hard, but I’m in one piece."We were in what looked like an underground chamber. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of mildew and rust. My heart sank as I realized we had been captured. The escape tunnel had been a trap all along.A heavy door creaked open, and the sound of boots echoed against the stone floor. My stomach churned as James walked in, his silhouette framed by the blinding light of the corridor behind him. H
Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 65: The Edge of Darkness
I could barely hear anything over the pounding of my heart. The world around me was a blur, the sounds of cracking walls and shifting debris filled my ears, mixing with the frantic gasps of breath from everyone in the room. My hand was still gripped tightly by Rowan’s, and I felt him pulling me forward, but the ground beneath us was shifting, slipping away with each passing second.“Rowan—what’s happening?!” I gasped, trying to make sense of the chaos that surrounded us.“We’re running out of time!” His voice was strained, barely audible over the noise. His grip tightened around my wrist as he pulled me along, his steps quick and purposeful. “We need to get out of here, now!”The entire villa felt as if it was crumbling around us. The walls groaned, the floor beneath us shaking violently, and I could feel the vibration of the tremors in the air, the oppressive weight of fear pressing down on my chest.I stumbled as we made our way through the darkened hallway, my legs trembling, my he
Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 64: In the Shadows
The darkness enveloped us, pressing in from all sides. My heart raced, my breath shallow, and I could hear the rapid beat of my pulse in my ears. Rowan’s grip tightened around me, his body still shielding mine from whatever danger lurked in the shadows. The air was thick with tension, each breath I took feeling heavier than the last.“What the hell did you do?” Rowan’s voice broke through the silence, low and dangerous, as he reached out, clearly searching for something, anything to help us understand the sudden blackout. I could hear him moving, his footsteps slow and cautious, but I couldn’t see a thing.“I’m just getting started,” James’s voice echoed through the room, colder than I had ever heard it. His voice had always been calculated, but now there was a darkness in it that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “You’ve had your chance, Rowan. Now, it’s my turn to take control.”“James…” Rowan’s voice was tight with frustration, his hand gripping mine harder, tryin
Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 63: The Point of No Return
The room fell silent as Lillian’s words hung in the air. The shock on everyone’s faces was palpable, and I could feel my heart hammering in my chest. My eyes snapped from Lillian to Rowan, searching for any sign of what she meant. Was this part of the plan? Or had something gone terribly wrong?“We need to go, now!” Lillian urged again, her eyes wide with fear. She looked at me, as if somehow knowing that I was the one who would understand. “They’ve found us.”“Who?” Rowan’s voice was low, tense, but there was a flicker of panic behind his cold eyes. He was always so controlled, always so sure of himself. But now, for the first time since I had known him, I saw doubt in his expression. He was just as confused, just as trapped, as I felt.“The Syndicate,” Lillian answered, her voice shaking. “They’ve come for us. They’ve been watching, waiting, and now… they’re here.”The words hit me like a punch to the stomach. The Syndicate. The same group that had controlled my life, that had manip
Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 62: The Unraveling Thread
I felt the blood drain from my face as Lyka Stones entered the room, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She stood there, poised and confident, her eyes briefly flicking to my father, who had yet to utter a word, and then to Rowan, who was now visibly tense, his hands clenched into fists. I couldn’t figure out whether her presence here was a coincidence or part of something far more dangerous.Lyka’s gaze landed on the journal in my hand, and I could almost feel the weight of her thoughts. She knew what was inside, or at least, she had an idea.“Pamela,” she greeted me with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s been a while.”“What are you doing here, Lyka?” My voice was sharper than I intended, a mix of confusion and growing suspicion. Her sudden appearance made my heart race. Was she part of whatever was going on with my father? Was she working with the Syndicate? Had she been playing me from the start?“Isn’t it obvious?” she said coolly, her lips curving
Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 61: The Unseen Hand
The air seemed to freeze the moment my father stepped into the room, his figure casting a long shadow over the dimly lit space. My heart raced, the blood pounding in my ears as Rowan instinctively took a step forward, his hand brushing the gun beneath his jacket. I had never seen my father like this before. There was a coldness in his eyes, a weight in his posture that I couldn’t ignore.“Pamela,” he said, his voice smooth, almost too calm. “Joana. I see you’ve found something important.”The weight of his words hung in the air, suffocating me. For the first time, I wasn’t sure if I should be relieved to see him or terrified. The look in his eyes, the way he had entered without any warning—something wasn’t right.I tightened my grip on the journal, my fingers trembling. “What do you want, Father?” I asked, my voice a little sharper than I intended.He took a step closer, and I instinctively moved back, placing myself between Joana and him. Rowan remained vigilant behind me, his presen
Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 60: The Breaking Point
The night air was thick with tension as Rowan, Joana, and I hurried out of the safe house, our footsteps echoing off the cold, stone floors. Every sound seemed amplified, every shadow a threat. My father had insisted on staying behind, claiming it would be too dangerous for him to accompany us, though I couldn’t help but wonder if his true motives lay in keeping us as far from his involvement as possible.Joana, despite her usual calm demeanor, was clearly shaken. Her hands trembled as she clutched a small, worn envelope in her palm. The letter inside was the key—at least that’s what she believed. It was something our mother had left behind, a final message, a piece of the puzzle that might unravel everything. But what if it was too late? What if the Syndicate had already found us?“Are you sure this is where you found it?” Rowan’s voice cut through the silence as he glanced around the darkened streets.“Yes,” Joana replied, her voice steady but strained. “It was in the box of Mom’s t
Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 59: The Thin Line of Trust
The weight of the message on my phone lingered like a lead blanket over my thoughts as the car hurtled down the dark, winding road. Rowan sat beside me, his arms crossed and jaw tight, every muscle in his body coiled with tension. Across from us, my father maintained an eerie calm, his hands clasped in his lap.The silence between us was suffocating, the kind that begged to be broken but no one dared to touch. My thoughts raced, cycling between the message, my father’s sudden reappearance, and the danger we were barreling toward.Finally, Rowan’s patience snapped. “We’re not going to your damn safe house until you start talking,” he said, his voice low but sharp as a knife. “You’ve dropped a bombshell on Pamela, and you’re acting like she should just go along with it.”My father turned his gaze to Rowan, unflinching. “You think I don’t know how much I’ve put her through? But this isn’t about emotions. It’s about survival. Every minute we waste could cost us dearly.”“Convenient excuse
