All Chapters of Her Demand, His Desire: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Pamela’s Point of View   Rowan’s sudden appearance at the café sent a chill down my spine. His sharp gaze darted between Daniel, Joana, and me, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought he might snap.   “I asked you a question,” Rowan said, his voice low but dangerous. “What are you doing here?”   Joana tensed beside me, her protective instincts flaring. “She’s not obligated to explain herself,” she snapped.   Rowan’s eyes flicked to her, narrowing. “This doesn’t concern you.”   “Oh, it absolutely does,” Joana shot b

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

Pamela’s Point of View The air outside was cold and crisp, biting against my skin as I stumbled into the villa’s garden. My mind raced with a storm of emotions—confusion, anger, and a deep sense of betrayal that churned my stomach. I had believed Rowan, trusted him, even as the cracks in his façade began to show. Now, with Evelyn’s accusations and the damning evidence she provided, I felt my world splintering apart.   But one thing was clear: I couldn’t run forever.   I found myself at the garden bench where I often sat to clear my mind. Tonight, the stars overhead provided no comfort. They were distant, cold pinpricks of light, mirroring the isolation I felt. As I sat, trying to piece everything together, my phone buz

 Pamela’s Point of View The minutes ticked by in heavy silence after Rowan’s phone buzzed. His jaw tightened as he stared at the screen, his fingers hovering over the reply button.   “What are you going to say to her?” I asked, breaking the tension.   Rowan glanced up at me, his eyes clouded with a mix of frustration and resolve. “I don’t have a choice. If she’s involved in this mess, I need to know.”   I crossed my arms. “So you’re meeting her tonight?”   He nodded, sliding the phone back onto the desk. “It’s the only way to fi

Pamela's Point of View Rowan pulled me behind him, his shoulders squared as he stood between me and the approaching men. The air around us felt heavy, charged with tension, and every step they took closer set my nerves on edge. There were five of them, each dressed in dark clothing, their faces half-hidden in shadows. The one leading them had a cocky smirk that made my stomach churn."Hand it over, Hamilton," the man said, his voice calm but dripping with menace. "You’ve got something that doesn’t belong to you."Rowan didn’t flinch. "If Victor wanted it so badly, maybe he shouldn’t leave his secrets lying around."The man’s smirk faded, replaced by a sharp glare. "You’re making this harder than it needs to be. Give us the files, and maybe we’ll let you walk out of here."My heart raced as I clutched Rowan’s arm. I couldn’t tell if I was trembling because of fear or anger. The thought of Victor always being one step ahead, always pulling strings, made me want to scream. Rowan reached