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
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
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
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
Pamela’s Point of ViewWe walk into Elysian Threads, the most renowned bridal shop in the city. The shop is famous for its elegant, handcrafted wedding dresses, each one made with precision and care. I’ve heard the waiting list here is months long, but of course, Rowan’s connections made sure we didn’t have to wait a single day.It’s a beautiful place, adorned with delicate chandeliers and racks of stunning gowns that catch the light as we move past them. The scent of fresh flowers drifts through the air, making everything feel even more surreal. My heart should be racing with excitement, but instead, there’s a strange heaviness weighing it down.Rowan walks in beside me, as calm and composed as ever. His hand rests on the small of my back, a gesture that might seem affectionate to anyone watching, but I know better. It’s just part of the performance. We’re engaged, after all. People are watching.As we are greeted by a woman who introduces herself as Marie, the assistant for today, I
Pamela’s Point of ViewTossing and turning in bed, I can’t find any solace in sleep. My mind keeps replaying that moment at Elysian Threads, where Rowan looked at me with an intensity I hadn’t before. The warmth of his gaze feels like a memory just out of reach, slipping through my fingers like sand. Why can’t I shake it? Did it mean anything? I keep wondering if that moment was real or if I’d imagined it in a desperate attempt to find something genuine in this engagement.I roll onto my back, staring at the ceiling. Shadows from the streetlights flicker through my window, but they provide little comfort. The night feels endless, and I wish it would just take me somewhere far away from this tangled web of emotions. As I flip again, my phone beeps, jolting me from my thoughts.I sit up, heart racing, and grab my phone from the bedside table. The glow of the screen illuminates my face, and I see two notifications. The first one twists my stomach. It’s from my father.[We need to talk. I
Pamela’s Point of ViewI can’t just stand here like some helpless spectator. Not tonight. Not anymore.The sight of Rowan, drunk and leaning on Lyka, stirs something deep inside me—a fire that refuses to be extinguished by all the confusion and hurt. I’m not going to be a martyr, sitting on the sidelines while someone else plays the part of the devoted fiancée. No. If he says we’re entering a real marriage, then I’ll act like it.My heart pounds as I follow them upstairs, my footsteps steady and determined. This is my responsibility. Rowan is supposed to be my future husband, and that means I have every right to decide who he’s associating with.Without hesitation, I push open Rowan’s bedroom door. Lyka is already inside, hovering over him as he lies sprawled on the bed, half-unconscious. She’s unbuttoning his shirt, her hands moving with a confidence that makes my blood boil.No. This is not happening.“Step away from him,” I say, my voice firm and unyielding.Lyka turns to face me,
Pamela’s Point of ViewThe morning sun filters through the kitchen window as I stir the pot of soup on the stove. The aroma of the broth fills the air, a simple comfort on an otherwise heavy day. I glance at the clock—early enough for Rowan to still be sleeping off his hangover, but I’m too restless to stay in bed. Last night still lingers in my mind, his unconscious grip pulling me into the bed, his drunken whispers of my name. But none of that means anything now. It never does in the daylight.I finish cooking, setting the table with a quiet efficiency. Soup, eggs, toast—nothing fancy, just something to help with the hangover I’m sure he’ll wake up with. As I arrange the dishes, I hear footsteps descending the stairs, slow and heavy. I don’t turn around, but I know it’s Rowan.I feel his presence before I see him. He walks into the kitchen, his movements sluggish, clearly feeling the aftermath of the alcohol from the night before. His hair is disheveled, his eyes half-lidded with ex
The force of the vortex was unlike anything I had ever felt. It gripped me with an intensity that seemed to tear at my very soul, pulling me deeper and deeper into the unknown. My body twisted and spun, the world around me becoming a blur of colors and shapes. The weight of the power was crushing, suffocating, as if I were being sucked into the very heart of a storm.I tried to scream, to call out to Rowan, but the vortex swallowed my voice. The air was thick with a hum that reverberated through my bones, and the pressure in my chest increased, as though I were being squeezed into something too small. My eyes fought against the oncoming darkness, but no matter how hard I strained, I couldn’t focus on anything.It felt like hours passed, though I knew it had only been mere seconds. I was trapped in this swirling chaos, unsure of whether I was still in the
The chaos was deafening, an explosive clash of forces that vibrated through the very air. I could feel the heat of the energy swirling around me, my pulse racing as I stood frozen in the center of it all. Rowan’s voice cut through the noise, desperate and urgent.“Pamela, now! You have to leave—this is your chance!”But something held me in place. I wasn’t sure if it was fear, or if it was the crushing weight of the truth finally settling in. This was no longer just about survival. This was about discovering what I was truly up against—what I had unknowingly been dragged into.Victor’s power crackled through the room in sharp bursts, each one threatening to tear the walls down. It was terrifying—impossible even—but I knew deep down that we were running out of tim
I awoke with a start, my body frozen in place, heart pounding in my chest as though it were trying to escape. The world was still dark, but this time, it wasn’t the suffocating blackness of the arena. The air smelled different—cleaner, lighter—almost like I was in a different place altogether. Yet I couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right.My hands trembled as I slowly lifted them, feeling the cool stone beneath me. I tried to move, but my body was too heavy, too lethargic. What had just happened? The creature—Rowan’s voice—everything was a blur.“Pamela,” a voice said softly from the shadows.I froze.It was Kiera. But she didn’t sound like herself. She didn’t sound cold or distant. T
I jolted awake, gasping for air. The air around me was thick with tension, my senses heightened as though I had just been pulled from the depths of a nightmare. My heart raced, but there was no sense of relief. No peace. Something had shifted—something dark and irrevocable.I sat up, the world around me blurry. A dim light flickered above, casting shadows across the cold stone walls. I blinked, struggling to make sense of where I was. The room was unfamiliar—no, this wasn’t the palace. It wasn’t the void either. This place was… different.I rose slowly, the weight of my limbs feeling heavier than usual. As my eyes adjusted to the low light, I saw an old wooden table in the corner of the room, covered with strange artifacts. The air was damp, like a forgotten underground hideaway, with the faint smell of earth and decay.A door creaked open, and I froze.“Pamela,” a voice called out softly. It was familiar, but not quite. A tinge of something I couldn't place lingered in the tone.I tu
The darkness enveloped me like a suffocating blanket, drowning out all sound, all movement. I felt weightless, as if I were floating in an endless void. My pulse thudded in my ears, but there was nothing else. No danger. No Rowan, no Zara, no Erin—just silence.I tried to move, but my limbs were heavy, as if shackled by invisible chains. My mouth opened to scream, but no sound escaped. Panic clawed at my chest, my breath coming in sharp gasps. What had happened? Why was I here?A sharp, cool breeze cut through the emptiness, and I realized that I wasn’t alone. I wasn’t in the void anymore. I was standing on solid ground—though it didn’t feel like the earth beneath my feet. It felt… wrong. An unnatural chill seeped into my bones, the air thick with the scent of decay.“Pamela.”I froze at the sound of the voice, so familiar yet so distant. It was Victor’s voice, smooth and mocking, like he was watching from the shadows.“You really didn’t think you could escape, did you?” His voice ech
The forest grew eerily quiet as we moved forward, every step dragging like lead. The earlier chaos had given way to a suffocating stillness, and even the wind seemed to hold its breath. Rowan walked ahead, his movements cautious, the tension in his shoulders visible. Zara stuck close to Erin, both of them exchanging wary glances. I trailed behind, my mind a storm of questions, fears, and Victor’s haunting words.“What does he mean, ‘I’m the key’?” I finally asked, breaking the silence.Rowan glanced over his shoulder but didn’t stop walking. “We’ll figure it out, but not here.”“That’s not an answer,” I pressed, my voice sharper than I intended. “If I’m putting all of you at risk, I need to know why.”
The roar reverberated through the air again, a primal sound that sent chills down my spine. It was neither human nor animal—something otherworldly that didn’t belong in the forest. Rowan’s grip on my arm tightened, his body tense as he scanned the surrounding shadows.“We need to move,” he said, his voice low but urgent.Zara, for once, looked rattled. “Move where? That thing doesn’t sound like it’s interested in taking prisoners.”“It’s driving them off,” Erin said, her rifle still trained on the darkness. “But for how long?”Victor and his men were retreating, their movements hurried and disorganized. Whatever was out there, even they didn’t want to face it. My heart raced as I re
The forest’s darkness was relentless, its towering trees and dense undergrowth threatening to swallow us whole. My lungs burned, my legs screamed in protest, but Zara’s iron grip on my arm gave me no choice but to keep moving. Behind us, the sounds of pursuit grew louder—Victor’s men crashing through the woods like a pack of wolves.“Don’t look back!” Zara barked, her voice sharp.But I couldn’t help myself. A quick glance over my shoulder revealed flickering beams of flashlights weaving through the trees. My heart clenched. They were gaining on us.Rowan ran ahead, his shoulders tense as he carved a path through the undergrowth. Erin was close behind him, her rifle clutched tightly in her hands.“We’re not losi
The forest was eerily silent now, the echoes of gunfire swallowed by the oppressive darkness. My breath came in shallow gasps as I clung to a tree for support, my legs trembling with exhaustion. Rowan appeared beside me moments later, his face a mixture of relief and fury.“Are you okay?” he asked, his hands gripping my shoulders tightly.I nodded, unable to speak. My mind was spinning from the encounter with Victor, his cold sneer still burned into my memory.Erin and Zara emerged from the shadows next, both bloodied but alive. Erin’s sharp gaze scanned the perimeter while Zara held her arm, blood seeping through her makeshift bandage.“We can’t stay here,” Zara said, her voice taut with urgency. “Victor won’t stop. He&rsq