All Chapters of Total Surrender : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Pamela’s hands trembled as she stepped out of the Dean’s office, the weight of the interrogation still pressing against her chest like a boulder. The air in the hallway felt thick, suffocating. She had lied—boldly, unflinchingly—denying any involvement with Richard, denying that he had given her the exam questions. But the Dean’s sharp gaze had dissected her, peeling back layers of her composure until she felt raw. She clutched her bag tighter, her mind racing. Should she call her father? The thought of his disappointment, his quiet, devastated silence, made her stomach twist. No. She couldn’t drag him into this. Not yet. The sunlight outside was blinding, harsh against her tear-swollen eyes. She barely registered the sound of heels clicking against pavement until they stopped right in front of her. "Hello, Pamela."Pamela froze. That voice—smooth as poisoned honey—sent a chill down her spine. She looked up. Eleanor Carter stood beside her sleek black car, sunglasses perched

The morning sun spilled through Pamela’s bedroom window, painting her room, but it did little to soothe dread twisting in her stomach. Today was the final day of the disciplinary panel hearing. She sat on the edge of her bed, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, staring at the floor as if it could offer answers. “Get it together, Pam,” she whispered, forcing herself to stand. She dressed carefully—a simple white blouse and navy skirt, professional but not overly formal, as if presenting herself as the good Christian girl she used to be could somehow sway the panel. Her hands trembled as she buttoned her blouse, her mind racing with worst-case scenarios. Expulsion. Public humiliation. Her father’s disappointed gaze. She grabbed her bag and headed out, the cool morning air biting at her cheeks as she crossed campus toward the Dean’s office. The university was already buzzing, students laughing and chatting, oblivious to the storm raging inside her. Each step felt heavier than th

The evening sun dipped low, painting the sky as Pamela, Sophia, and Jason stepped out of the Uber in front of La Bella Vita, the Italian restaurant Jason had been raving about for weeks. “Finally, my moment of glory,” Jason declared, throwing his arms wide as if presenting a grand stage. His curly blond hair caught the last rays of sunlight, and his grin was infectious. “I’ve been telling you about this place forever, and now you’re gonna see why it’s the best kept secret in town.” Sophia rolled her eyes. “Jason, you’ve hyped this place up so much, I’m expecting a choir of angels to serve us heavenly food. Better not disappoint.” Pamela laughed. She smoothed the hem of her navy wrap dress, the soft fabric swaying against her thighs as she followed her friends toward the entrance. The weight of the past weeks—Eleanor’s threats, the disciplinary hearing, Richard’s fierce protection—still lingered, but tonight, she wanted to breathe. Just for a few hours, she wanted to be a twenty

The boutique hotel suite was bathed in a soft, silvery glow, the moonlight slipping through gauzy curtains and pooling on the tangled sheets. Pamela lay curled against Richard’s chest, her skin still warm from their earlier closeness, her breath soft and steady. Her fingers traced a faint scar on his chest. “Richard,” she whispered, her voice barely audible in the stillness, “tell me something about you. Something real. From back when you were… Viktor.” Her lips curved into a small, hopeful smile, her fingers pausing on his skin. “I want to know who you were. Tell me about a mission from your Bratva days. Something that stayed with you.”Richard’s arm tightened around her, his dark eyes clouding with something heavy—regret, maybe, or sorrow. He shifted, propping himself up on one elbow, the moonlight catching the hard lines of his face, softening them just a little. “You sure, sweet thing?” His voice was low, rough, but there was a tenderness in it, a warmth meant only for her. “Tho

Pamela didn't know when she slept off until she heard Richard whisper her name. "Pamela." It still felt like she was dreaming until he whispered it again." Pamela!" She stirred, her eyes fluttering open, still heavy with sleep. “Hmm?” she mumbled, her voice thick. “Is it morning already?”Richard’s lips curved into a small, tender smile. “Not yet, sweet thing,” he said, his thumb brushing lightly against her hip. But then his expression shifted, his gaze locking onto hers. “I need you to listen to me now. Really listen.”Pamela’s heart skipped, sensing the gravity in his tone. She sat up, the sheet slipping down to pool at her waist, and rubbed the sleep from her eyes. “Okay,” she said softly. "I’m listening.”Richard’s jaw tightened, and he reached for her hand, his fingers warm and strong as they closed around hers. “Eleanor,” he said, his voice low, “I don’t know what she’s planning next, but I know her. She won’t stop, Pamela. Not until she gets what she wants, or until one of