บททั้งหมดของ Her Demand, His Desire: บทที่ 41 - บทที่ 50

The weight of Rowan’s revelation crushed down on me like a boulder. Victor didn’t just orchestrate my mother’s death—he used my father to do it. The room swayed for a moment, but I forced myself to stay upright. I couldn’t let the storm of emotions consume me now. Not with Joana here, her wide, innocent eyes begging me for answers I didn’t have. "What do you mean?" I asked Rowan, my voice strained but firm. "What did my father do?" Rowan slammed the file onto the desk, the pages fluttering like restless ghosts. "This document outlines a significant financial transaction from Victor’s company to your father. It was made two days before your mother’s condition took a sudden turn. Victor doesn’t hand out money for no reason, Pamela. He’s manipulative, calculated. Whatever this

 Rowan’s warning to stay in the safe room echoed in my ears as the minutes stretched into what felt like hours. The silence in the villa was oppressive, broken only by Joana’s quiet sniffles. I kept my eyes glued to the remaining live camera feeds, desperate for any sign of Rowan or Victor’s men.   Joana sat beside me on the small bench by the monitor, her knee bouncing nervously. "Pamela, what if Rowan can’t stop them? What if—"   "Don’t think like that," I interrupted, my voice sharper than I intended. I took a deep breath to steady myself and softened my tone. "Rowan has dealt with Victor before. He knows what he’s doing."   Joana’s lips quivered, and she nodded reluctantly, but the

The sun was just beginning to rise when I left the confines of my room. The villa was silent, as if holding its breath in anticipation of the storm brewing within its walls. My mind was a chaotic whirlpool of thoughts—Rowan’s revelations, my mother’s death, my father’s betrayal, and the tangled web of deceit that had ensnared my life.The dining room was empty when I entered, save for a pot of steaming coffee on the sideboard. I poured myself a cup and sat at the table, staring into the dark liquid as if it held the answers I so desperately sought."Up early?" Rowan’s voice broke the silence, startling me.I glanced up to see him leaning against the doorway, his shirt slightly wrinkled, his hair disheveled as though he hadn’t slept."C

The letter felt heavier than it should have in my hands. I read it again, the words sinking deeper into my mind with every pass. Someone knew what was happening—knew enough to warn me. But who? And why now?I folded the letter and stuffed it into my nightstand drawer just as a knock sounded at my door."Pamela?" Rowan’s voice came through the wood, soft but insistent."Come in," I said, my voice steadier than I felt.Rowan stepped inside, his expression hard to read. He closed the door behind him, leaning against it as if to block the outside world."Marcus just left," he began, his eyes scanning my face. "I wanted to check on you.""I’m fine," I said automatical

Rowan paced the length of his study, his movements sharp and deliberate. I sat on the couch, gripping my hands tightly as I tried to calm the storm of anxiety brewing inside me. The villa, usually calm and imposing, now felt like a cage. Every shadow seemed to stretch too far, and every creak of the floorboards made my heart race."We can't keep doing this," I said finally, breaking the silence. My voice sounded brittle, even to my ears. "We can't just tiptoe around her."Rowan stopped, turning to face me. His expression was grim. "You think I don’t know that? But if we make a wrong move, Lillian could destroy everything. She’s powerful and cunning—more than you realize.""Then we need to stop giving her the upper hand!" I stood, my frustration boiling over. "She’s already plotting against us. Waiting only gives her more time to act."Rowan approached, his intense gaze locking onto mine. "You’re asking me to risk everything on a single play, Pamela. If we confront her without concrete