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Chapter 68: The Unfinished Chase
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Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 69: Shadows of Vengeance
The air was still thick with smoke as we huddled together in the makeshift shelter Rowan had found. The explosion had drawn authorities and emergency crews to the site, but we couldn’t risk being discovered—not with James still out there. Every sound outside felt like a potential threat, every shadow a lurking enemy.Rowan sat by the entrance, his body tense and his eyes sharp, scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. Joana clung to my side, her trembling hand gripping mine as if letting go would mean losing everything.“What now?” Joana whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart.Rowan didn’t look at her, his gaze fixed on the forest outside. “We wait. We regroup. And then we finish this.”I swallowed hard. “What does that mean? We can’t just—”He cut me off with a glance, his jaw tight. “It means James won’t stop until one of us is dead. We need a plan.”Joana let out a shaky breath. “Do you think he survived the blast?”Rowan’s lips pressed into a
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The blade pressed against my neck was cold, sharp, and unyielding. James's breath was hot against my ear as he dragged me through the abandoned alley behind the warehouse. My mind raced, a cacophony of fear and adrenaline screaming at me to fight back, to do something—anything—but his grip was like steel, unrelenting."You're quieter than I expected," James said, his tone laced with mockery. "Where's all that fire from earlier, Pamela?"I swallowed hard, my voice trembling but defiant. "Let me go, James. You're not going to win this."He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me. "Winning isn't the point anymore. It's about making sure you and everyone else understand the price of defying me."We moved deeper into the shadows, away from the warehouse. The faint shouts of Rowan and Joana faded into the distance, replaced by the eerie stillness of the city outskirts. My feet stumbled over loose gravel, and James yanked me upright with a brutal tug."Keep up," he snarled. "I’d hate
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The blade pressed against my neck was cold, sharp, and unyielding. James's breath was hot against my ear as he dragged me through the abandoned alley behind the warehouse. My mind raced, a cacophony of fear and adrenaline screaming at me to fight back, to do something—anything—but his grip was like steel, unrelenting."You're quieter than I expected," James said, his tone laced with mockery. "Where's all that fire from earlier, Pamela?"I swallowed hard, my voice trembling but defiant. "Let me go, James. You're not going to win this."He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me. "Winning isn't the point anymore. It's about making sure you and everyone else understand the price of defying me."We moved deeper into the shadows, away from the warehouse. The faint shouts of Rowan and Joana faded into the distance, replaced by the eerie stillness of the city outskirts. My feet stumbled over loose gravel, and James yanked me upright with a brutal tug."Keep up," he snarled. "I’d hate
Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 69: Shadows of Vengeance
The air was still thick with smoke as we huddled together in the makeshift shelter Rowan had found. The explosion had drawn authorities and emergency crews to the site, but we couldn’t risk being discovered—not with James still out there. Every sound outside felt like a potential threat, every shadow a lurking enemy.Rowan sat by the entrance, his body tense and his eyes sharp, scanning the darkness for any sign of movement. Joana clung to my side, her trembling hand gripping mine as if letting go would mean losing everything.“What now?” Joana whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of my own heart.Rowan didn’t look at her, his gaze fixed on the forest outside. “We wait. We regroup. And then we finish this.”I swallowed hard. “What does that mean? We can’t just—”He cut me off with a glance, his jaw tight. “It means James won’t stop until one of us is dead. We need a plan.”Joana let out a shaky breath. “Do you think he survived the blast?”Rowan’s lips pressed into a
Her Demand, His Desire Chapter 68: The Unfinished Chase
The air was thick with ash, the acrid smell of smoke stinging my nostrils as we stared at the silhouette emerging from the burning wreckage. James stood tall, his suit torn, his face streaked with soot and blood. He was like a specter of vengeance, his piercing eyes locked on us.Rowan shifted in front of me, positioning himself as a shield. Joana, trembling beside me, gripped my arm so tightly I could feel her nails digging into my skin.“You think you’ve escaped?” James’s voice cut through the roar of the flames, unnervingly steady despite the chaos around us. “You’ve merely postponed the inevitable.”“James,” Rowan said, his tone a dangerous growl. “Let this go. You’ve lost. Walk away before you destroy yourself.”James let out a harsh laugh. “Destroy myself? Oh, Rowan, you underestimate the depths of my resolve. You’re not leaving here alive.”From behind his back, James revealed a gun. The metal gleamed ominously in the flickering firelight, and my heart sank. Rowan tensed, his f
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
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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
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
