บททั้งหมดของ Total Surrender : บทที่ 21 - บทที่ 30

Pamela froze midstep as the words hit her like a physical blow. "What?" Sophia grabbed her wrist and yanked her inside, slamming the door shut behind them.her eyes were wide. "They found him at dawn-mashed on the pavement below the astronomy tower. Campus security is crawling all over the place. They're calling it a suicide."Pamela's knees shook. She stumbled backwards, catching herself on the arm of the couch. "Suicide?" The word tasted bitter and unnatural. Desmond wasn't the type. Obsessive, yes. Unstable, absolutely. But suicidal?Sophia thrust her phone into Pamela's hands. The screen displayed a news alert. *UNIVERSITY STUDENT FOUND DEAD IN SUSPECTED SUICIDE* *Desmond Miller, 21, was discovered early this morning after an apparent fall from the astronomy building. Authorities confirm a note was recovered at the scene. No foul play is suspected.* Pamela’s fingers trembled as she scrolled. There was a photo of the tower, shut off with police tape. Students huddled in cluste

The atmosphere thickened the moment Eleanor Carter entered the apartment-her stiletto heels tapping sharply against the hardwood floor. She was everything Pamela had imagined-tall, beautiful with aura that smelled of class. Her emerald-green dress hugged her curves, and the diamond studs in her ears caught the light as she surveyed the apartment with a slow, mocking sweep of her eyes. Her honey blonde hair was packed tightly, her crimson lips curled into a smirk as she stepped inside without waiting for an invitation. She swept past Pamela as though she owned the space.“How quaint,” Eleanor murmured, her voice dropping as she surveyed the living room, taking in the half empty coffee mugs, the scattered textbooks, the rumpled blanket on the couch. Her smirk deepened. “I pictured something…more refined. But then, Richard always did have a weakness for pet projectsPamela’s jaw clenched. Her fingers tightened at her sides. “Why are you here?”Eleanor turned slowly, her smile paper-thin

Pamela’s fingers trembled violently as she typed. “Come back. Please. It’s urgent.” She hit send. Her phone slipped from her hand and hit the cold bathroom floor, screen still lit. Pamela stared at the reflection of herself in the mirror—pale, wide-eyed, trembling. Her mascara was smudged from tears she couldn’t even remember crying. The photograph lay face-down on the tile, as if it too couldn't bear to see the truth. Viktor Petrovich. Not Richard. Not the man who kissed her like she was breath itself. Not the man who whispered things in her ear that made her soul blush. No, this was someone else. Someone Eleanor had warned her about with eyes so hollow they looked dug from the grave. The apartment was so silent it felt hostile. The walls were pressing in. The photograph sat like a bomb, ticking. Pamela backed away from it, breathing ragged. He wasn’t Richard. He wasn’t even real. Sophia shoved the door open twenty minutes later, breathless, keys jingling as they flew to

On the drive home, all Richard could think about was Pamela and the fact that she knew who he was. The thought was a knife piercing him deeper and deeper with every mile he drove. He had seen it in her eyes-fear, betrayal, shattered trust. And Eleanor-his venomous wife, had been the one to wield the knife. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel. He has spent years trying to bury Viktor Petrovich, creating Richard Carter from the ashes of a life he no longer wanted. But ghosts didn't stay buried. Not when Eleanor was determined to dig them up. He arrived at his house and to his surprise, he saw the dining table dressed with dining clothes and candle light. On the table lay a big piece of steak with roasted potatoes and a bottle of wine. He couldn't remember the last time Eleanor prepared dinner. "This must be a trap." Eleanor stood by the table with her back to him. She was wearing a silk nightgown that slithered over her hips, hugging the ripe curve of her firm ass. She turn

Eleanor gasped into his mouth, her nails digging into his shoulders as he yanked her closer. Richard could taste the wine on her tongue, his own tongue tasting and crashing every corner of her mouth. She pulled back just enough to smirk. "Finally," she purred, her fingers fumbling with his belt. "The Richard I remember." Richard didn't give her the satisfaction of a reply. Instead, he grabbed the neckline of her silk gown and tore it open. The fabric split like tissue, baring her body to him Her breasts were full and her nipples already hard. Eleanor's gasp with shock and arousal. "You bastard-" He silenced her with another rough kiss, his hands gripping her waist as he bent her over the dining table. Plates clattered to the floor, shattering on impact. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" Richard growled, shoving her back until her bare breasts pressed against the cold table. His fingers found her underwear, tearing them away with a snap. "You want me to fuck you, like one