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Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 25: Unrestrained
Pamela’s Point of ViewI scroll through my phone, the dim light from the screen illuminating the interior of the cab as I head home. My fingers pause over an article, and with an unsettled heart, I open it.[Rowan Hamilton introduced a fiancée three months ago… and it’s not Lyka Stones.]The words blur in front of my eyes. My breath catches as I read on.[Rumors suggest that the woman Rowan introduced was simply a way to provoke Lyka, who had been estranged from him at the time. Lyka herself recently addressed these claims, saying: ‘Rowan was just angry. He used someone to make me jealous, but that woman is nobody. He paid her to act like she mattered.’]Nobody. I feel the word like a punch to the gut. Nobody. My chest tightens, and the more I read, the more my insides churn with a mix of disbelief and fury. The article continues to speculate, throwing in rumors and speculation, each one more damaging than the last. Each one stabbing at me with more precision than the one before.I can
Last Updated : 2024-09-26Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 26: Igniting Flames
Pamela’s Point of ViewThe room is dimly lit, shadows dancing on the walls as the tension between us crackles like an electric current. I can feel the heat radiating from Rowan’s body, his presence enveloping me, igniting a fire deep within that I have never known before.His gaze, dark and intense, locks onto mine as I press myself closer, every nerve ending alive with anticipation. The air is thick with unspoken words, with the weight of the emotions we have kept buried, and now they surge to the surface like a tide we can’t hold back.Rowan’s hands find their way to my waist, his touch both firm and gentle, sending shivers cascading down my spine. I feel the warmth of his skin through the fabric of my shirt, the way his fingers splay across my back, drawing me nearer until there is no space left between us.As he leans in, the world around us fades away, leaving only the two of us in this moment, this electric connection that pulses with each heartbeat. His breath mingles with mine
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Pamela’s Point of ViewThe room is quiet now. I lie next to Rowan, my body still tingling from the closeness we just shared. His arm rests over my waist, and I can feel his steady breathing, comforting yet heavy, like there’s something weighing on both of us. I should feel at ease, but I can’t shake the feeling that something is off.I glance over at him. Rowan’s asleep, his face relaxed, looking softer than usual. It’s strange seeing him like this—vulnerable. Normally, he’s so in control, so distant. Now, though, lying here next to me, he seems almost… human.But my mind won’t settle. It keeps racing, going over everything we’ve been through. Part of me wants to believe this is real—that whatever we have is true—but the other part, the cautious part, is whispering something isn’t right.My eyes drift to his phone, sitting on the nightstand. The screen lights up with a notification. I shouldn’t look. I know it’s wrong. But I can’t help it. I reach for the phone, carefully sliding it t
Last Updated : 2024-10-04Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 28: Confrontation and Confessions
Pamela’s Point of View Joana’s living room is as cramped and cluttered as I remember, the walls covered in old photos of our family and shelves overflowing with books and trinkets. She sits on the couch, clutching a mug of tea I made her earlier, her brows furrowed in thought. “I don’t understand, Pamela,” she says, breaking the silence. “Why would you ask me how Mom got sick? You know as well as I do—she just did.” I perch on the edge of the chair across from her, gripping my knees tightly. “I know that’s what we were told, Joana. But I think there’s more to it. I need you to think back. Was there anything strange leading up to it? Anything Mom said or did that seemed… off?” She sighs, leaning back against the couch. “Pam, that was years ago. I don’t remember every little thing. You were a teenager, and I was even younger. What could I possibly know that you don’t?” I bite my lip, trying to figure out how to explain without making her panic. “I found something tonight. Some
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Pamela’s Point of ViewI step through the villa’s front door, the soft click of the latch louder than usual in the silence of the house. The warm light from the chandelier in the foyer feels too bright, too revealing. I steady myself, drawing in a deep breath before I turn to see Rowan standing by the living room, his arms crossed. His sharp gaze locks onto me immediately.“Where have you been?” he asks, his voice calm but firm.I slip off my coat and avoid his eyes, hoping to keep my nerves from showing. “Joana wasn’t feeling well. She had a stomach ache, so I rushed over to check on her.”He studies me for a moment, his expression
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Pamela’s Point of ViewThe next morning, the villa felt eerily quiet, despite the tension brewing under its roof. I woke early, the weight of yesterday’s events pressing on my chest like a boulder. Rowan had left the bedroom late last night after our conversation, but I hadn’t heard him return. I made my way downstairs, the cool marble floor sending shivers up my bare feet. The faint sound of clinking dishes drew me to the kitchen, where I found Rebecca sitting at the island, leisurely sipping her coffee, her phone in hand. “Good morning, Pamela,” she greeted, her tone laced with insincerity. “Sleep well?” “Good morning,” I replied curtly, not bothering to match her energy. She smirked, setting her cup down. “You missed quite the conversation after you stormed off last night. Mom was *not* happy about Rowan’s lack of answers. She’s convinced there’s something more to the Lyka story.” I ignored her bait, moving to pour myself a cup of coffee. My hands trembled slightly, but I
Last Updated : 2024-12-06Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 31: Unraveling the Threads
Pamela’s Point of ViewThe message haunted me all night. I barely slept, my thoughts tangled in a web of suspicion and fear. Who sent it? What did they know about my mother? And most importantly, why warn me to keep it from Rowan?The morning light streamed through the curtains as I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the message on my phone. My mind was a storm of possibilities. Rowan hadn’t come to bed, and I hadn’t gone looking for him. I couldn’t face him, not with this weighing on me.I took a deep breath, trying to focus. If I wanted answers, I needed to be smart about this. My first step was finding out who sent the message.The villa was unusually quie
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Pamela’s Point of ViewRowan’s sudden appearance at the café sent a chill down my spine. His sharp gaze darted between Daniel, Joana, and me, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought he might snap.“I asked you a question,” Rowan said, his voice low but dangerous. “What are you doing here?”Joana tensed beside me, her protective instincts flaring. “She’s not obligated to explain herself,” she snapped.Rowan’s eyes flicked to her, narrowing. “This doesn’t concern you.”“Oh, it absolutely does,” Joana shot b
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Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 43: Shadows at the Door
Rowan’s warning to stay in the safe room echoed in my ears as the minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The silence in the villa was oppressive, broken only by Joana’s quiet sniffles. I kept my eyes glued to the remaining live camera feeds, desperate for any sign of Rowan or Victor’s men.Joana sat beside me on the small bench by the monitor, her knee bouncing nervously. "Pamela, what if Rowan can’t stop them? What if—""Don’t think like that," I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended. I took a deep breath to steady myself and softened my tone. "Rowan has dealt with Victor before. He knows what he’s doing."Joana’s lips quivered, and she nodded reluctantly, but the
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Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 40: Run
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Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 39: Victor’s Ultimatum
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Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 38: Lyka's Truth
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Pamela’s Point of ViewThe silence in the room was deafening after Lillian left. My heart was pounding so hard it felt like it might break through my chest. Rowan stood there, his hands gripping the edge of the desk, his knuckles white.“She’s lying,” he said finally, his voice barely audible.I didn’t know if I believed him. “Lying about what, Rowan? Because so far, nothing about your family has given me a reason to think they’re honest.”Rowan turned to face me, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. “I had no idea about that letter or any of her threats. You have to believe me, Pamela. I’ve been try
