The forest was an endless maze of shadows, each one twisting and shifting as if alive. My heart pounded in my chest as I struggled against the grip of the masked figure dragging me deeper into the woods. The rough hand clamped over my mouth stifled my screams, and the fear coursing through me was paralyzing.
"Stop squirming," a deep voice hissed in my ear, his breath hot and rancid. "You’re only making it worse."
I kicked out, my foot connecting with his shin. He grunted in pain but tightened his hold, his arm like a vice around my waist. My fingers fumbled with the emergency device Rowan had given me. It was still in my hand, but pressing the button without alerting my captor seemed impossible.
As the forest grew denser, the figure paused, looking around as though searching for something—or someone. My
Rowan answered the call, his expression unreadable as he held the phone to his ear. I watched his jaw tighten, the tension radiating from him like a live wire."This is Rowan," he said curtly.The voice on the other end was muffled, but Rowan’s eyes darkened with each passing second. He began pacing, his free hand clenched into a fist. I couldn’t hear what was being said, but the look on his face told me everything I needed to know—this wasn’t good.After a moment, Rowan hung up, his movements sharp as he stuffed the phone into his pocket. He turned to me, his expression grim."Pack your things," he said, his voice low and urgent. "We’re leaving. Now."I blinked, my heart skipping a beat. "What?
Rowan’s grip tightened around my hand as Charles stepped closer, his smirk oozing malice. My breath caught in my throat as I took an instinctive step back."Charles," Rowan said coldly, positioning himself slightly in front of me. "You’ve got about three seconds to explain why you’re here before I put you down."Charles chuckled, his hands raised mockingly in a gesture of surrender. "Relax, Rowan. No need to get violent. I’m just here to talk.""You tracked us down in the middle of nowhere just to talk?" Rowan’s voice was sharp, his body a coiled spring ready to snap. "Try again."Charles shrugged, his gaze flicking to me. "Pamela and I have some... unfinished business. Thought I’d tie up loose ends."
The room’s air felt heavy, suffused with tension and unspoken truths. I stared at Rowan, trying to process the betrayal that sliced through my chest like a knife. His dark eyes didn’t meet mine, instead locking onto Charles with a glint of restrained fury."Rowan," I croaked, my voice cracking. "What’s going on?"He didn’t answer. His jaw clenched tightly, his fists balled at his sides as if he were holding back a storm.Charles, ever the opportunist, seized the moment. "Poor Pamela," he drawled mockingly. "You really thought your knight in shining armor was here to rescue you?""Shut up," Rowan growled, his voice low and dangerous."Oh, no. I think she deserves to know," Charles said, pacing around me
The SUV veered dangerously close to the edge of the road as Rowan gripped the steering wheel with precision. The flashing lights in the rearview mirror burned like beacons of doom, and the sound of roaring engines filled the night. My heart hammered against my ribcage as adrenaline surged through my veins."Hold on!" Rowan barked, his voice sharp and commanding.I braced myself as he slammed on the gas, propelling us forward at a breakneck speed. The tires screeched against the asphalt, and the SUV fishtailed before Rowan regained control."Who are they?" I shouted over the deafening roar of pursuit."Not the kind of people you negotiate with!" Rowan snapped, his focus unwavering.The road ahead was dark and winding, bordered by dense trees that loomed like silent witnesses to the chaos. Another set of headlights appeared, cutting through the shadows as a second car joined the chase."How many of them are there?" I gasped, panic gripping me."Enough to make this interesting," Rowan mu
The forest was alive with an eerie symphony—leaves rustling in the cold wind, branches snapping underfoot, and distant echoes of engines roaring as our pursuers searched for us. The moon’s silver glow barely penetrated the dense canopy, but Rowan’s grip on my wrist was firm, guiding me through the labyrinth of trees with a precision that made me wonder if he’d been here before."Keep moving," Rowan urged, his voice low but insistent.My legs ached, and my lungs felt like they were on fire, but I didn’t dare slow down. "Rowan," I panted, "we can’t keep running like this. They’ll catch up.""Not if we make it to the safe house," he replied without looking back."Safe house?" I echoed, struggling to keep up. "You’ve had a safe
The ringing in my ears was deafening, and for a moment, I thought I had been hit. The smell of gunpowder filled the air, sharp and acrid. When my vision cleared, I saw Rowan crouched in front of me, shielding me with his body. His gun was raised, his hand steady, and his eyes locked on the figure lying on the ground a few feet away.“You shot him?” I asked, my voice trembling.Rowan didn’t answer. He stepped closer to the body, his movements cautious. The hooded figure groaned, clutching their shoulder, where a dark stain of blood spread rapidly.“You’ve got good aim,” the figure rasped, his voice dripping with venom. “But you’ve only delayed the inevitable.”“Who sent you?” Rowan demanded, his voice cold
The voice on the other side of the door was calm, almost mocking. It sent a chill down my spine. Rowan’s expression hardened, his knuckles white as he gripped the gun. Erin’s lips pressed into a thin line as she silently drew a blade from her boot.“Who is that?” I whispered, the words barely audible over the pounding of my heart.Rowan didn’t answer immediately. His eyes stayed fixed on the door, as if trying to see through the metal. The voice came again, smooth and steady.“Come now, Rowan. We’ve danced this dance before. Aren’t you going to let me in?”Rowan finally spoke, his voice cold. “You don’t belong here, Victor. Turn around and leave while you still can.”
Victor's presence was like a dark storm cloud blotting out any hope we had of escape. His figure emerged fully from the shadows, calm yet menacing. The cruel glint in his eyes made my stomach churn. Around him, a dozen armed men formed a loose semicircle, cutting off any possible routes of retreat.Rowan stepped in front of me, his stance protective. Erin mirrored his movement, her knife gleaming in the moonlight.“Victor,” Rowan said, his voice steady but filled with venom. “You’ve gone through a lot of trouble for someone you won’t be leaving with.”Victor laughed, a cold, hollow sound. “Oh, Rowan, always the hero. But heroes die young, don’t they?” His gun tilted slightly, its muzzle glinting ominously. “You should’ve taken my offer. Now, you&rsquo
The cool evening air wrapped around Pamela as she stood on the balcony of Rowanâs penthouse, her fingers gripping the cold steel railing. Below, the city buzzed with life, neon lights reflecting off the rain-slicked streets. It had been days since the chaos had unfolded, but the tension in the air showed no signs of dissipating. She could still feel the weight of everything that had happened pressing down on her chest. A chill crept in, and it wasnât just from the night breeze.Rowan stepped behind her, his presence powerful yet comforting. His arms slid around her waist, pulling her against him as he pressed a soft kiss against the side of her neck. Pamela closed her eyes, leaning into him, feeling the warmth of his body chase away the cold that seeped into her bones.âYouâre quiet,â he murmured, his voice laced with concern.âIâm just thinking,â she replied, tilting her head back to rest on his shoulder. âAbout everything.âHe tightened his grip around her as if afraid sheâd slip aw
Rowanâs grip on Pamela tightened as he led her through the grand halls of his estate. The storm outside rattled the windows, the howling wind mirroring the chaos swirling inside his chest. He had spent years shielding himself from attachments, believing that power and control were the only currencies that mattered. Yet, with Pamela beside him, trembling but unwavering, he knew there was no escape from the emotions unraveling between them.The marble floors reflected the flickering candlelight that lined the walls, casting ethereal shadows in the dimly lit corridor. Rowan had built the estate to display his dominance, each room a testament to his success. But as they hurried toward his private study, the grandeur that had once impressed him faded into the background. The only thing that mattered now was the woman by his side, the pulse of her heartbeat synchronizing with his own.Pamelaâs heart pounded as she matched his hurried steps. She had spent months trying to push him away, conv
The dim glow of the chandelier cast long, shifting shadows across the luxurious room as Pamela paced back and forth. Her heart pounded against her ribs, the weight of everything pressing down on her shoulders. The night outside was eerily quiet, yet inside, a storm raged between her thoughts and emotions.Rowan sat on the edge of the bed, watching her with an intensity that made her shiver. He was a man who had conquered boardrooms and adversaries alike, but now, faced with Pamelaâs turmoil, he seemed almost vulnerable.âPamela, please sit down,â he said softly, reaching out a hand.She halted, turning to face him, her expression a mixture of hesitation and longing. âI canât,â she whispered, wrapping her arms around herself. âI keep thinking about everything. About us. About Joana. About whatâs coming next.âRowan exhaled, standing up and walking toward her. His presence was warm, comforting, but Pamela still felt the lingering ghost of the past between them. He gently cupped her face
Rowanâs grip on Pamela tightened as they stood at the edge of the estateâs grand balcony, the city lights shimmering below like fallen stars. The weight of everything that had happened pressed heavily against them, but for once, in this moment, it felt like the world had stopped just for them.âI donât want to lose you, Pamela,â Rowan murmured, his voice raw with emotion. âNot now, not ever.âPamela inhaled sharply, the sincerity in his words making her heart clench. Her hands instinctively reached up to cup his face, her thumb tracing the faint scar above his eyebrow. âThen donât let go,â she whispered, pressing her forehead against his. âIâm still here.âA shadow passed across Rowanâs face, his jaw tightening. âFor how long?â His voice wavered, betraying the confidence he usually carried.Pamela frowned. âWhat are you talking about?ââThings arenât as simple as we want them to be.â Rowan exhaled heavily, pulling away slightly. âI found something. Something about your fatherâs deal w
Pamela stood in the dimly lit corridor of the Hamilton estate, her heart hammering against her ribs as she tried to steady her breath. The soft glow of the chandelier above cast elongated shadows along the walls, mirroring the turbulence within her. She had spent so long running, so long trying to escape the chains that bound her to Rowan Hamilton, yet here she wasâtrapped once more in his world, but this time, not by force.Rowanâs voice was a low murmur behind her. âYouâre trembling.âShe swallowed hard, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. âNo, Iâm not.âHe let out a quiet chuckle, stepping closer. The warmth of his presence was magnetic, drawing her in despite herself. She should resistâshould put as much distance between them as possibleâbut she found herself standing still, waiting.âPamela,â he murmured, his fingers brushing against her arm. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity down her spine.She turned sharply, facing him. âWhat do you want, Rowan?â Her voice c
The tension between Rowan and Pamela crackled like a live wire, charged with unspoken words and undeniable longing. The moon hung high above them, casting silver light across the vast estate, making everything look surreal, as if time itself had slowed down just for them.Pamela stood by the grand window of Rowanâs study, her arms crossed over her chest as she tried to suppress the storm of emotions raging inside her. Rowan, seated in his chair, watched her with piercing eyes, the weight of unspoken confessions heavy between them.âSay something,â she finally broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.Rowan ran a hand through his tousled hair, sighing. âWhat do you want me to say, Pamela? That I regret everything? That I should have fought harder for you?â His voice held a sharp edge, laced with frustration and something deeperâpain.Pamela turned, her gaze fierce. âI never asked you to fight for me, Rowan. But you walked away like I meant nothing. Like what we had was just
The dimly lit room seemed to shrink around them, filled only with the tension building between Rowan and Pamela as they stood there, their faces inches apart. For a moment, the world outside their bubble ceased to existâno threats, no conspiracies, just the two of them bound together by something deeper than either had ever dared to acknowledge.âI donât want to lose you,â Rowan murmured, his voice laced with desperation. His words hung in the air like a challenge, daring Pamela to let her guard down.Pamela swallowed the lump forming in her throat, her heart racing with each beat. She had fought so hard to keep her heart guarded, to resist the undeniable pull between them. But standing there, cocooned in his arms, resistance felt futile.âYou wonât,â she whispered, her voice barely audible above a whisper. The words tumbled out of her mouth as if on their own, as if she was finally ready to admit to herself, to Rowan, that she couldnât deny their connection any longer.A slow, deviou
Rowanâs grip on Pamelaâs hand tightened as they stepped onto the balcony, the city lights shimmering like distant stars. The cool night breeze rustled her hair, and for a moment, she let herself be lost in his warmth. There was something different about him tonightâsomething softer, yet still as intense as ever.âAre you sure about this?â Pamela asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Her heart pounded against her ribcage, unsure if it was from the cold or his proximity.Rowan turned to her, his dark eyes searching hers. âIâve never been more certain of anything in my life.âShe swallowed hard, the weight of their shared past pressing down on her. The tension between them had always been undeniable, but tonight, it felt like it was reaching a breaking point.Before she could speak, Rowan closed the distance between them. His fingers gently traced the outline of her jaw before tilting her face up to his. âI need you to understand something,â he murmured. âYouâre not just an obligation
Pamela's heart pounded as she clutched Rowanâs hand, their fingers interlaced in a silent promise neither dared to break. The air was thick with tension, but beneath it all, an undeniable pull bound them togetherâone neither of them could ignore anymore.Rowanâs gaze flickered to Pamelaâs lips before meeting her eyes again, his breath heavy with unspoken words. âPamela,â he murmured, his voice both desperate and tender, âI donât want to waste any more time. Whatever happens, I want to be by your side.âPamelaâs lips parted, her heart hammering against her ribs. She had spent so much time runningâfrom him, from her feelings, from the life she thought she could never have. But looking at him now, she saw the truth in his eyesâundeniable, unwavering. He was hers, and she was his.The moment between them crackled like a live wire, but before she could respond, the distant echo of footsteps broke the spell. Pamela tensed, her instincts sharpening. Rowanâs jaw clenched, his hand tightening