All Chapters of Her Demand, His Desire: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

Pamela’s heart nearly stopped as her father stepped closer, his figure cast in sharp relief by the faint glow of the streetlight. His face, once familiar, now seemed foreign, hardened by years of secrets and shadows. She instinctively took a step back, her pulse pounding in her ears.“Dad?” she managed, her voice trembling. “What are you doing here?”Her father’s lips curled into a thin smile, though his eyes were devoid of warmth. “It’s been a long time, Pamela. Too long. I’d hoped our paths wouldn’t cross like this.”Rowan immediately stepped in front of her, his stance protective. “Stay back,” he warned, his voice edged with menace. “You have no right to be here.”Pamela’s father chuckled, the sound sending shivers down her spine. “Ah, Rowan Hamilton. Always so quick to play the hero. How quaint. But you of all people should know that this isn’t your fight.”“It became my fight the moment you dragged her into your mess,” Rowan snapped. “You’ve done enough damage. Leave her alone.”

The metallic echo of the door reverberated through the warehouse as the masked intruders forced their way inside. Pamela’s pulse thundered in her ears, her trembling hands gripping the small knife Rowan had given her. Every fiber of her being screamed to flee, but her legs felt cemented to the ground.Rowan shot her a quick glance over his shoulder, his jaw tight, his movements fluid yet tense. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes spoke volumes: Stay calm. Trust me.The first masked man lunged forward, a glint of steel catching the dim light. Rowan blocked the blow effortlessly, his movements precise and deadly. His fist connected with the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling onto the concrete floor. Another attacker rushed in, only to be met with Rowan’s swift kick, knocking the weapon from his hand.Pamela’s father wasn’t far behind, moving with a lethal efficiency that defied his age. He disarmed one of the intruders with a practiced twist of the wrist, using the stolen weapon to knock a

Pamela felt her pulse hammering in her ears as the dimly lit road became an arena for danger. Rowan stood his ground, his gun unwaveringly aimed at Gabriel. Around them, the night pressed down, thick with tension. Every nerve in her body screamed for her to act, but the weight of uncertainty kept her frozen. Rowan glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his lips barely moving as he spoke.“Stay behind me,” he whispered, his voice calm but firm.Pamela ignored him. Her mind raced through everything she had learned in the last twenty-four hours. Gabriel wasn’t just a threat—he was the kind of predator that played mind games. And right now, she felt like a pawn on his chessboard.“Rowan, be reasonable,” Gabriel said, his tone deceptively cordial. “This isn’t a battle you can win. My men outnumber you, and even if you manage to take me down, more will come. Let’s stop pretending you have a choice.”Rowan’s finger twitched near the trigger. “There’s always a choice. You just won’t like

Pamela’s heart was still racing as the SUV sped through the desolate back roads. The roaring engine drowned out her rapid breathing, but the tight grip of Rowan’s hand around hers grounded her, pulling her back from the edge of spiraling panic. She glanced at him, his face hardened into a mask of grim focus, yet his thumb brushed softly against her palm, a contradiction that sent a tingle up her arm.The operatives in the front seats murmured in hushed voices, exchanging coded phrases that Pamela couldn’t make sense of. Their leader, a broad-shouldered man with steely eyes, was barking orders into a comms device, his voice sharp and urgent. The tension in the vehicle was suffocating, but Rowan’s presence beside her kept her from crumbling.“Are you okay?” Rowan’s voice broke through the haze, low and concerned.She nodded, though her body betrayed her with a shiver. “I’m... managing. Who were those people back there? And these... operatives? Who sent them?”Rowan’s jaw tightened, his

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