All Chapters of Her Demand, His Desire: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Victor's sudden appearance left the room in stunned silence. Rowan’s jaw tightened, his hands clenched into fists as his gaze locked onto the man who had haunted us all. Lillian, for once, seemed genuinely caught off guard, her usually composed demeanor cracking ever so slightly.“Victor,” Rowan said coldly, breaking the silence. “You’re supposed to be dead.”Victor chuckled, the sound grating against my nerves. “You sound disappointed, Rowan. Did you miss me that much?”The board members, who had moments ago been debating Lillian’s guilt, now exchanged bewildered looks. Whispers broke out around the table, their confusion palpable.“Explain yourself,” one of the older board members demanded. “What is the meaning of this?”Victor stepped further into the room, his presence commanding as he addressed the room. “I’ve been... away. Cleaning up the mess left by others.” His eyes flicked to Rowan, then to me, a sinister glint in them that made my stomach churn. “But I’m back now, and I’m he

The silence following the video was suffocating. My pulse thundered as I stared at the frozen frame of my mother on the screen, alive but a stranger to me now. Every piece of my world felt like it was fracturing under Victor’s manipulative hand, and yet, there was no time to process it.Rowan stood rigid, his eyes fixed on the laptop. “This changes everything,” he murmured, though his voice lacked conviction.Rebecca paced behind him, her sharp heels tapping against the floor. “It doesn’t just change everything—it dismantles it. If she’s alive, Victor’s holding all the cards. He’s practically inviting you to dance to his tune.”“Then we’ll rip the deck from his hands,” I said, my voice trembling but determined. “He doesn’t get

Rowan’s study light flickered under the crack of the door as I passed it, my steps quiet but determined. My heart pounded as I descended the stairs, adrenaline fueling every movement. I clutched my phone tightly, the address Rebecca sent burned into my memory.As I approached the front door, a voice from behind froze me in place.“Going somewhere?” Rowan’s deep tone carried a mix of curiosity and suspicion.I turned slowly, schooling my expression into neutrality. “I needed some air.”“At this hour?” he asked, stepping closer. “You’ve been tense all evening, Pamela. Is there something you’re not telling me?”His piercing gaze made it hard to meet his eyes. Lying to Rowan wasn’t just difficult—it felt wrong. But I couldn’t risk him stopping me now.“I just need to clear my head,” I said, hoping my tone sounded convincing.Rowan crossed his arms, his presence commanding. “If you need to clear your head, we can go for a drive together. I’m not letting you wander around alone with Victor

Rowan’s body tensed beside me as the figure stepped into the light, his face an unwelcome ghost from my past. My father’s cold gaze met mine, a smirk tugging at his lips."Pamela," he said, his tone chillingly casual, as though he hadn’t disappeared from my life without explanation.I stood frozen, my mind racing to piece together how this was possible. “You… you’re alive?” The words felt foreign in my mouth.Rowan moved in front of me, shielding me with his body. “Stay back,” he warned, his voice low and dangerous.My father chuckled, his eyes flicking to Rowan. “Still playing the hero, I see. How quaint.”“What are you doing here?” I demanded, my voice trembling with both anger and confusion. “Why are you with them?”He ignored my question, his gaze returning to me. “I see you’ve grown up, Pamela. A shame it took this long for us to reunite, though I’d hoped it would be under better circumstances.”“Better circumstances?” I repeated, my disbelief bubbling into anger. “You abandoned

The night air was thick with tension as Rowan, Joana, and I hurried out of the safe house, our footsteps echoing off the cold, stone floors. Every sound seemed amplified, every shadow a threat. My father had insisted on staying behind, claiming it would be too dangerous for him to accompany us, though I couldn’t help but wonder if his true motives lay in keeping us as far from his involvement as possible.Joana, despite her usual calm demeanor, was clearly shaken. Her hands trembled as she clutched a small, worn envelope in her palm. The letter inside was the key—at least that’s what she believed. It was something our mother had left behind, a final message, a piece of the puzzle that might unravel everything. But what if it was too late? What if the Syndicate had already found us?“Are you sure this is where you found it?” Rowan’s voice cut through the silence as he glanced around the darkened streets.“Yes,” Joana replied, her voice steady but strained. “It was in the box of Mom’s t