บททั้งหมดของ Her Demand, His Desire: บทที่ 101 - บทที่ 110

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 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

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

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

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