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Chapter 27: Secrets Beneath the Surface
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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 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 ViewThe crisp air brushed against my face as I walked, my feet taking me further from the villa and the chaos inside. Lyka’s words echoed in my mind, each syllable like a hammer driving deeper into the fragile foundation of my trust in Rowan. “Think carefully, Pamela. You might not want to hear the answers to the questions you’re asking.” What did she mean by that? Was there more to Rowan’s involvement in my life than he had let on? And if so, how much of it had been orchestrated by his family? I found myself at a small park on the edge of town, the kind of place where children played and couples strolled hand in hand. It was a sharp contrast to the storm raging inside me. I sat on a bench, pulling my jacket tighter around me as I tried to sort through my thoughts. My phone buzzed in my pocket, breaking my reverie. I pulled it out to see a message from Joana. Joana: “Are you okay? You seemed upset when you left.” I hesitated before replying. Me: “I’m f
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Pamela’s Point of ViewEvelyn’s presence in our villa was an anomaly I didn’t know how to process. She stood tall, her polished demeanor exuding a confidence that immediately set me on edge. Rowan’s expression shifted between guarded curiosity and irritation, but I couldn’t decipher if it was her arrival or the storm brewing between us that unsettled him. “I don’t have time for vague insinuations,” Rowan said, crossing his arms. “If you have something to say, get to the point.” Evelyn arched a brow, unbothered by his tone. “Oh, I intend to. But maybe Pamela should decide if she wants to hear this in private.” My pulse quickened. “If it’s about me, I have every right to hear it—right here.” “Fair enough,” she said with a shrug, stepping further into the foyer. Her gaze swept the room before settling on Rowan. “Do you want to tell her, or should I?” “Tell me what?” I demanded, the pit in my stomach growing deeper. Evelyn let the silence linger just long enough to make it unb
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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?”
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
