Rowan Blanchard Still Here Novels & Stories

He nodded at the people congratulating him, shook hands, and forced himself to smile, all the while talking about contracts and futures, while his heart and mind were elsewhere, thinking about sunsets, laughter, and a woman by his side. “Smile,” Serena whispered as cameras flashed. He did. Barely Howard Rowan raised a glass when the orchestra quieted. “My friends,” Howard went on, his voice full of power. “Tonight, Rowan Enterprises is not just making an engagement; we're making a future. With the Blake family partnership, we're looking to a billion-dollar expansion in markets worldwide.” Applause thundered Vanessa stepped forward elegantly. “Tonight, we honor love and legacy, strength, inte

The Alpha held his hand out for Alicia to take as she lowered herself inside the car. Closing the door, Rowan looked over his shoulder at the designer who’d been glaring at Alicia, now hidden behind the blacked-out window. “Talk to the press or speak to my mate again, and I will put you out of business, Bianca. Understand?” Bianca’s bottom lip wobbled, and she nodded back, pain and longing in her gaze as she watched Rowan walk around the back of the car and slide inside without casting another look her way.

"Don't push yourself to unpack everything at once. We've got time." "I won't," I promise. "Just the essentials today." We finish breakfast with small talk. Jane tells a story about her cousin's bridal shower, something about a game that went hilariously wrong. Rowan laughs at all the right moments, asking follow-up questions, being the attentive boyfriend. I smile and nod and try to look engaged, but inside I'm still thinking about those two letters. About an hour later, Rowan emerges from the bedroom in his scrubs, work bag slung over his shoulder. He’s been called in for an emergency shift at the hospital.

prevent. With only one car inside, a woman with a mechanical camera started taking some pictures. She looked at Rowan's car, the corner of her mouth lifting a glint of satisfaction. Rowan one circuit drive to the coast. He opened the car door alone and went down, stunned to see the red sunset in the afternoon. Kaytly Blanche looked at Rowan without saying a word, deeply worried in her heart, Xavia must have waited for her for a long time, moreover, if she let Adam Kenneth know that she met Rowan today, she would not be at ease. "Rowan, do you really have something to say? I want to go home." Until Kaytly Blanche sounded, Rowan turned his head to look at her, slowly walking towards her. Kayt

Fred said. “Do that, and also how’s the search for the spy?” Rowan asked, hoping for good news. “Nothing yet, sir, but we’ll find them.” Fred replied. Rowan nodded, disappointed, then hung up. He wasn’t really a big fan of clubs, but he didn’t really have the choice. He quickly made his way out of the club, avoiding small talks with people he knew. Just as he entered his car, his phone beeped, and a notification popped up. It was a message from Max, he opened it only to see a picture.

“Fine. But if something happens, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Cassian turned toward the skyline, letting the breeze ruffle his hair. “Something always happens.” Inside, Rowan was leaning over the kitchen counter, his phone pressed to his ear. His voice was low, clipped. “Nothing? Not even a partial trace? … Yeah, I figured. Keep digging.” When he hung up, he noticed Cassian watching him from the doorway. “Still no luck,” Rowan said. “Maybe you’re just not looking in the right places.”

First: Secure the Vale collaboration. Second: Find Shannon. No matter what. It had already been over two months since she truly disappeared from his life emotionally but Rowan knew one thing with terrifying certainty now. He would find her even if he had to tear the entire city apart searching. Meanwhile outside the executive lounge, whispers had already started spreading quietly among the employees. Because honestly everyone had seen the videos from yesterday. The slap. The fight. Sean nearly killing Rowan Whitmore publicly and now the internet knew the truth too.

Before the event began, he’d called for back up, dispatching guards to various vantage positions across the perimeter. But even with that, he’s still tense. He keeps alternating between watching me like a hawk and observing the crowd. “Hi Willow,” Rowan pokes his face in front of me. “Great event you’ve got going here.” “Hey Rowan,” I smile. “Glad you could make it.” “How could I not? It seems like forever since I last saw you.” He gives me a once over. I think I’m imagining it when his eyes fasten on my wrist.