The cold night air bit at Pamela’s skin as she tightened her grip on Rowan, his weight pressing heavily against her. Each step they took through the forest felt like an eternity. The dim glow of the headlights in the distance was their only beacon, a mix of hope and uncertainty that fueled her adrenaline.Rowan’s breaths were shallow and uneven, his free hand clinging to her shoulder as they trudged forward. The blood from his wound seeped through his shirt, a dark stain against the fabric. Pamela’s mind raced, torn between fear for his life and the overwhelming desire to get him to safety.“Just a little further,” Rowan murmured, his voice weak but steady.Pamela glanced at him, her chest tightening at the sight of his pale face. “You’re losing too much blood,” she said, her voice breaking. “You need medical attention now, Rowan.”He managed a faint smirk, his lips curling despite the pain. “I’ve had worse.”“Stop trying to act tough,” she snapped, tears stinging her eyes. “You’re no
Pamela froze, the gun trembling in her hands as she stared at the man standing in the doorway. Her brother. David. A ghost from her past that she had buried so deeply, she’d convinced herself he would never resurface. Rowan’s voice cut through the tension, low and strained. “Your brother?” David took a step forward, his hands still raised in a show of surrender. “Pamela,” he said, his voice softer now, a mixture of relief and guilt coloring his tone. “I’ve been looking for you for years.” She didn’t lower the gun. Her heart hammered in her chest, confusion and anger warring within her. “Looking for me? You left us, David. You walked away when we needed you most. And now, you just show up?” David’s face tightened, regret etched into his features. “I know. I made mistakes—ones I’ve spent every day regretting. But I’m here now because you’re in danger.” Rowan shifted, his hand brushing against Pamela’s arm as if grounding her. “Pamela,” he murmured, his voice a quiet plea. “Let
Pamela’s pulse thundered in her ears as the first shot rang out, piercing the fragile quiet of the cabin. Rowan was already moving, his body positioned between her and the danger despite the lingering stiffness in his movements. His protective instinct sent a wave of warmth through her chest, but she had no time to dwell on it. "Stay low," Rowan commanded, his voice sharp but calm as he pulled her behind the overturned table. His hand was steady, though the slight tremble in his fingers betrayed the strain his injury was putting on him. Pamela’s grip tightened around her gun. Her heart was pounding, but she forced herself to focus, to push past the fear threatening to paralyze her. She had to be strong—not just for herself, but for Rowan. For both of them. “David!” Rowan barked as the sound of gunfire intensified. “How many more?” “Still three outside,” David shouted from his position near the window, his voice strained but steady. “Two inside now!” Pamela’s breath hitched a
Pamela’s breath came in uneven gasps as she gripped Rowan’s arm, the weight of the night’s battle settling heavily over her. The clearing was eerily quiet now, the last echoes of gunfire fading into the dense forest. Blood stained the ground, and the acrid scent of gunpowder lingered in the air. They had won this battle, but the war was far from over.Rowan turned to her, his face shadowed by the moonlight filtering through the trees. His piercing eyes searched hers, filled with an emotion she couldn’t quite decipher. Relief? Concern? Something deeper?“Are you hurt?” His voice was low but urgent.Pamela shook her head, even as her hands trembled from the adrenaline still coursing through her veins. “I’m fine. You?”Rowan exhaled, wincing as he pressed a hand to his side. The fabric of his shirt was darkened with blood. Not fresh, but the wound from earlier had reopened. Pamela’s heart clenched.“You’re not fine,” she whispered, reaching for him instinctively. “Let me see.”He caught
Pamela felt the warmth of Rowan's arms around her as they sat in his study, the flickering fireplace casting golden shadows across the room. The storm outside raged violently, mirroring the turmoil within her. For the first time in weeks, she allowed herself to lean into him, her head resting against his chest. His heartbeat was steady, strong—a stark contrast to the chaos brewing within their lives.Rowan gently ran his fingers through her hair, his voice low and firm. "Pamela, no matter what happens, you need to trust me."She tilted her head up to meet his gaze, her eyes searching his for reassurance. "How can I trust you when everything around us is falling apart? Every time I think we have a moment of peace, something or someone tries to rip us apart."His jaw tensed, and his grip on her tightened. "Because I will fight for us. I will not let anyone take you away from me."Pamela closed her eyes, savoring his warmth, but deep down, she knew the battle ahead was far from over. Jus
Rowan stood at the edge of the balcony, the city lights illuminating his chiseled features as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass. The weight of his past choices bore heavily on his shoulders, but for the first time in years, he wasn’t thinking about business or power. He was thinking about Pamela—the woman who had ignited something in him he thought long buried.Pamela stepped into the room, barefoot, dressed in one of Rowan’s crisp white shirts that hung loosely around her frame. Her presence alone was enough to tighten his grip around the glass. She had a way of making the coldest nights feel warm, and yet, he could sense the turmoil in her eyes.“You’ve been quiet,” she said softly, approaching him cautiously. “Is something on your mind?”Rowan exhaled, setting his glass down before turning to her. “You. Us. What comes next.”Pamela lowered her gaze, biting her lip. “I didn’t think there was a next.”He reached out, cupping her chin, forcing her to look at him. “You still thi
Pamela’s heart pounded as she stood on the grand balcony of the Hamilton estate, the cold wind biting her skin. The sprawling city lights flickered below, a stark contrast to the turmoil in her heart. She felt Rowan’s presence before he even spoke, his warmth radiating as he stepped behind her."Are you going to keep running away from me, Pamela?" His voice was deep, laced with something between frustration and longing.She turned, meeting his stormy gaze. "I don’t know how to stay," she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Everything is too much. Too fast."Rowan exhaled sharply. "Then let’s slow down. But don’t push me away. We’ve come too far."Pamela’s lips parted, but before she could respond, the sharp sound of a phone ringing interrupted them. Rowan frowned, pulling out his phone. His expression darkened instantly. "It’s my father."She studied his face as he answered. "Rowan, we need to talk. It’s urgent," Mr. Hamilton’s voice came through, rough and commanding."I’m l
Pamela’s heart pounded as she stared at Rowan, his piercing gaze locked onto hers. The weight of everything they had been through hung between them—his secrets, her defiance, and the undeniable pull neither could ignore any longer. The dim light in the room cast long shadows, reflecting the turmoil inside her.“You’re lying,” Pamela whispered, stepping back. “You knew all along, didn’t you? About my father, about the deal. You let me think—”Rowan reached out, gripping her wrist before she could put more distance between them. “I didn’t have a choice,” he said, his voice low but firm. “You were never supposed to find out like this.”Pamela’s breath hitched, but she refused to let the pain show. She yanked her arm free, eyes blazing. “So, what? You were just going to keep me in the dark forever? Let me believe you were some noble businessman instead of someone tangled in my father’s dirty dealings?”Rowan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “Damn it, Pamela, I didn’t want
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 was—trapped once more in his world, but this time, not by force.Rowan’s voice was a low murmur behind her. “You’re trembling.”She swallowed hard, her fingers curling into fists at her sides. “No, I’m not.”He let out a quiet chuckle, stepping closer. The warmth of his presence was magnetic, drawing her in despite herself. She should resist—should put as much distance between them as possible—but she found herself standing still, waiting.“Pamela,” he murmured, his fingers brushing against her arm. The simple touch sent a jolt of electricity down her spine.She turned sharply, facing him. “What do you want, Rowan?” 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 Rowan’s 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.“Say something,” she finally broke the silence, her voice barely above a whisper.Rowan ran a hand through his tousled hair, sighing. “What do you want me to say, Pamela? That I regret everything? That I should have fought harder for you?” His voice held a sharp edge, laced with frustration and something deeper—pain.Pamela turned, her gaze fierce. “I 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 exist—no threats, no conspiracies, just the two of them bound together by something deeper than either had ever dared to acknowledge.“I don’t want to lose you,” 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.“You won’t,” 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 couldn’t deny their connection any longer.A slow, deviou
Rowan’s grip on Pamela’s 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 tonight—something softer, yet still as intense as ever.“Are you sure about this?” 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. “I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life.”She 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. “I need you to understand something,” he murmured. “You’re not just an obligation
Pamela's heart pounded as she clutched Rowan’s 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 together—one neither of them could ignore anymore.Rowan’s gaze flickered to Pamela’s lips before meeting her eyes again, his breath heavy with unspoken words. “Pamela,” he murmured, his voice both desperate and tender, “I don’t want to waste any more time. Whatever happens, I want to be by your side.”Pamela’s lips parted, her heart hammering against her ribs. She had spent so much time running—from him, from her feelings, from the life she thought she could never have. But looking at him now, she saw the truth in his eyes—undeniable, 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. Rowan’s jaw clenched, his hand tightening
Pamela’s heart pounded violently in her chest as the room fell into an eerie silence. The man standing before her, the embodiment of her darkest fears, smirked as if he had all the time in the world. Rowan’s grip on her wrist tightened, grounding her, reminding her she wasn’t alone anymore. But the fear clawing at her throat told a different story. She had spent years running from this nightmare, only to have it walk straight through the door, uninvited and unwelcome.Rowan took a step forward, shielding her completely. “You have five seconds to explain why the hell you’re here before I make you regret it.”The man let out a dark chuckle, his laughter echoing with a sense of menace. “Always so eager to resort to violence, aren’t you, Rowan?” He shifted his gaze and locked eyes with Pamela, a sly smile creeping across his face. “I expected a warmer welcome from you, Pamela. After all, we have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we?”Pamela felt her heart race as she clutched Rowan's slee
The silence between Rowan and Pamela was heavy with unspoken emotions. The dim light in the room cast long shadows, accentuating the tension that neither of them dared to break. Rowan stood close, his piercing gaze fixed on Pamela as she avoided looking at him. The air was thick with electricity, every moment stretching unbearably between them. “You should rest,” Rowan finally said, his voice softer than before. “You’ve been through too much already.” Pamela’s fingers curled into the fabric of her dress, gripping it tightly. “Resting won’t change anything,” she murmured. “It won’t take away the truth of what’s happening.” Rowan exhaled sharply, his patience wearing thin. “Then tell me what you want, Pamela. Do you want me to walk away?” Pamela’s heart pounded as she looked up at him, her emotions a storm raging within her. “I don’t know,” she whispered. “I don’t know what I want anymore.” In an instant, Rowan closed the distance between them. His hand cupped her cheek, tilti
Pamela's heart pounded against her chest as the night air curled around her like an invisible embrace. The moon hung heavy in the sky, its silver glow casting long shadows across the garden where she and Rowan stood, their faces inches apart. His fingers grazed her cheek, and for a moment, she forgot about the chaos that had defined their lives. The only thing that existed was him—the man who had upended her world, the man who now held her heart in his hands."You're shaking," Rowan murmured, his voice low and deep.Pamela swallowed hard. "I don't know if it's because of the cold or because of you."He let out a soft chuckle and pulled her closer, his warmth seeping into her skin. "Then let me be your warmth."She gazed up at him, her lips parting as he leaned in. Their lips met in a slow, tantalizing kiss that sent shivers down her spine. It was different this time—no longer a kiss of desperation but of something deeper, something that neither of them was willing to name just yet. Hi
The night air was thick with tension as Pamela sat in Rowan’s study, her fingers clenching the edges of the armchair. The flickering glow of the fireplace cast long shadows across his face, highlighting the sharp angles of his jawline and the intensity in his eyes. He was standing near the window, his back turned to her, as if he was battling demons she could not see.“Rowan,” she called softly, her voice barely above a whisper, yet it was enough to make him turn. His gaze met hers, dark and unreadable, yet there was something beneath the surface—something raw and unspoken.“Why did you really bring me here?” she asked, swallowing the lump in her throat. She had been asking herself this question over and over, but now she needed to hear it from him.Rowan stepped closer, the tension between them a tangible force. He reached out, his fingers grazing her jaw before he cupped her face entirely, forcing her to look at him. “Because I can’t let you go,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “Beca