Lahat ng Kabanata ng Her Demand, His Desire: Kabanata 61 - Kabanata 70

I felt the blood drain from my face as Lyka Stones entered the room, her heels clicking sharply against the marble floor. She stood there, poised and confident, her eyes briefly flicking to my father, who had yet to utter a word, and then to Rowan, who was now visibly tense, his hands clenched into fists. I couldn’t figure out whether her presence here was a coincidence or part of something far more dangerous.Lyka’s gaze landed on the journal in my hand, and I could almost feel the weight of her thoughts. She knew what was inside, or at least, she had an idea.“Pamela,” she greeted me with a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. “It’s been a while.”“What are you doing here, Lyka?” My voice was sharper than I intended, a mix of confusion and growing suspicion. Her sudden appearance made my heart race. Was she part of whatever was going on with my father? Was she working with the Syndicate? Had she been playing me from the start?“Isn’t it obvious?” she said coolly, her lips curving

The darkness enveloped us, pressing in from all sides. My heart raced, my breath shallow, and I could hear the rapid beat of my pulse in my ears. Rowan’s grip tightened around me, his body still shielding mine from whatever danger lurked in the shadows. The air was thick with tension, each breath I took feeling heavier than the last.“What the hell did you do?” Rowan’s voice broke through the silence, low and dangerous, as he reached out, clearly searching for something, anything to help us understand the sudden blackout. I could hear him moving, his footsteps slow and cautious, but I couldn’t see a thing.“I’m just getting started,” James’s voice echoed through the room, colder than I had ever heard it. His voice had always been calculated, but now there was a darkness in it that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. “You’ve had your chance, Rowan. Now, it’s my turn to take control.”“James…” Rowan’s voice was tight with frustration, his hand gripping mine harder, tryin

I woke to darkness. My head throbbed, and the metallic taste of blood lingered in my mouth. For a moment, I wasn’t sure if I was alive or dead. My arms were restrained behind me, the cold bite of metal cuffs cutting into my wrists. A faint glow from a single flickering bulb overhead cast eerie shadows on the walls."Pamela?" Rowan's voice, hoarse and laced with concern, cut through the haze of my thoughts. "I'm here," I croaked, trying to adjust my eyes to the dim light. "Are you okay?""Just barely," he said with a bitter chuckle. "They hit me pretty hard, but I’m in one piece."We were in what looked like an underground chamber. The walls were damp, the air thick with the smell of mildew and rust. My heart sank as I realized we had been captured. The escape tunnel had been a trap all along.A heavy door creaked open, and the sound of boots echoed against the stone floor. My stomach churned as James walked in, his silhouette framed by the blinding light of the corridor behind him. H

The air was thick with ash, the acrid smell of smoke stinging my nostrils as we stared at the silhouette emerging from the burning wreckage. James stood tall, his suit torn, his face streaked with soot and blood. He was like a specter of vengeance, his piercing eyes locked on us.Rowan shifted in front of me, positioning himself as a shield. Joana, trembling beside me, gripped my arm so tightly I could feel her nails digging into my skin.“You think you’ve escaped?” James’s voice cut through the roar of the flames, unnervingly steady despite the chaos around us. “You’ve merely postponed the inevitable.”“James,” Rowan said, his tone a dangerous growl. “Let this go. You’ve lost. Walk away before you destroy yourself.”James let out a harsh laugh. “Destroy myself? Oh, Rowan, you underestimate the depths of my resolve. You’re not leaving here alive.”From behind his back, James revealed a gun. The metal gleamed ominously in the flickering firelight, and my heart sank. Rowan tensed, his f

The blade pressed against my neck was cold, sharp, and unyielding. James's breath was hot against my ear as he dragged me through the abandoned alley behind the warehouse. My mind raced, a cacophony of fear and adrenaline screaming at me to fight back, to do something—anything—but his grip was like steel, unrelenting."You're quieter than I expected," James said, his tone laced with mockery. "Where's all that fire from earlier, Pamela?"I swallowed hard, my voice trembling but defiant. "Let me go, James. You're not going to win this."He chuckled darkly, the sound vibrating through me. "Winning isn't the point anymore. It's about making sure you and everyone else understand the price of defying me."We moved deeper into the shadows, away from the warehouse. The faint shouts of Rowan and Joana faded into the distance, replaced by the eerie stillness of the city outskirts. My feet stumbled over loose gravel, and James yanked me upright with a brutal tug."Keep up," he snarled. "I’d hate