I was stunned when he asked the question, staring at him in shock. I knew I couldn't fool him; he was looking down at me, trying to gauge my reaction. But I wasn't ready to let him know about my pregnancy. I don't think we're there yet. Even though he seems to be warming up to me, I need to guard my heart.I smiled softly, trying not to give anything away. "Why did you ask? Did you see any baby pictures in your dreams?" I asked with a nervous laugh.He smiled and pulled me closer. His eyes darted around my face as if searching for something only he knew.I could feel my heart pounding in my chest, wondering if he already knew, if he could somehow sense the life growing inside me. He brushed a strand of hair behind my ear, his touch gentle. “Just curious,” he said softly, his voice laced with something I couldn’t quite read. “You seem different lately… I thought maybe there was something you weren’t telling me.”I forced myself to keep smiling, though inside, my thoughts were spin
"W...what is this?" I stuttered, staring at the picture on her phone that she shoved in my face. I looked closer and realized it was a picture of me with another man.I gasped, holding my hand to my mouth. "What is the meaning of this?" I asked, trying to steady my voice so I wouldn't feel intimidated by what she was showing me."Either you're dumb or too blind to see. I think I'll go with both," she sneered, dropping the phone from my face.For a moment, I lost my sense of reality, unable to comprehend what I had just seen on her phone."No, that isn't me," I muttered, shaking my head in disbelief. "It can't be.”Samantha crossed her arms, a smug look on her face. “Oh, it’s you, I wonder what Logan would think if he saw this.”The woman in the photo looked exactly like me, but I knew it wasn’t me. “This has to be some kind of trick,” I said, still shaking my head. “I don’t know who that is, but it’s not me.”“Then who is this?” she demanded, stepping closer with each word. I backed
LoganI didn't know what came over me to want to kiss Nadine. I know we aren't there yet, but I miss how her lips fit so perfectly with mine. I miss the taste of her lips on mine.I thought she wanted it, too, because I could feel her heart pounding, and her nerves were all over the place. Her eyes showed she felt the same way. But when she refused, my heart sank, and I didn’t know how to react.She’s still here, but that doesn’t mean we can go back to how we were before Samantha came into the picture. Could she be pregnant? The thought didn’t sit well with me. Based on her explanation and the terms of the contract, she wants to be pregnant so she can have the baby and leave. I wasn’t sure if I imagined it, but I thought I heard her say something like, "I and the baby want you alive." Maybe I was hallucinating.I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something was off. I should be happy that she’s still here, but instead, I feel this growing unease. Samantha’s presence in the house
NadineLogan wouldn’t let me explain, and I hated that he wouldn’t just listen. My heart ached when he said he had started feeling something for me. It made me miserable knowing he couldn’t see that I wasn’t the person in that damn picture.“Get out of here right this minute. I don’t want to see you anywhere near me. I don’t care where you go; you’re dead to me. And as for the contract, I don’t want to have anything to do with you,” he said, his anger pouring out in a rush.I wanted to scream, to make him understand, but the words caught in my throat. It was as if the ground beneath me had disappeared. Logan turned away, his expression cold and distant. “I don’t want to hear another word from you, Nadine. Just get out.”I stared at his back, “Logan, please—”“Get out!” he shouted, his voice so loud it made me flinch."You know what, Logan? Fuck you!" I shouted, my voice trembling with anger. "Fuck you real good for not letting me explain myself!"His face was a mix of shock and ang
Don’t get me wrong; I’m glad she’s making the effort to call me, even though I haven’t been doing the same. I stare at the phone, wondering if I should pick it up.She’s stuck around for so long. She came to our office for training and stayed with me even after she went back to Canada.The phone suddenly stopped ringing, and I pulled my eyes away from it, trying to gather my thoughts. The phone started ringing again.I knew I had to answer because she wouldn’t stop calling until she heard from me. So, I swiped the phone and answered the call.“Nadine,” she breathed out in relief, “you got me so worried.”I could hear the concern in her voice, and it made me feel a bit better. But my voice choked with tears as I realized how she cared for me, even though I hadn't been there for her.“Nadine, are you alright?” she asked as tears started flowing down my cheeks. I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want her to know I’d been crying and make her even more worried.“Nadine?” she c
It's the start of a new beginning, and I won't let anything stop me from enjoying the life I intend to build here. So, I open my phone, take out the SIM card, and break it in two. I don't want anything to remind me of the life I left behind.I think about Logan. I know I promised him I wouldn't, I wonder how my life would have been different if I hadn't caught my sister in bed with Jake. Would I have gotten my happily ever after with him?I also think about my strained relationship with Nathalie. More than anything, I wish we could have a healthy relationship as sisters.I also think about my dad. He never showed me love as a child, always taking Nathalie’s side in everything. My mom suffered because of his behavior, especially when he didn’t care for her during her illness, even though he could have easily paid for her hospital bills.My mother’s illness is what pushed me to accept the contract marriage with Logan, and that turned out to be the worst decision I’ve ever made.And t
When I got to my room, I placed my hand on my chest, feeling a rollercoaster of emotions just from seeing this stranger. It felt strange and wrong at the same time. Trying to shake off the feelings, I unpacked my bag. I noticed there were some beauty essentials and toiletries I needed, so I bought them earlier.I took them out and arranged them where they should be. I also bought a new SIM card so I could communicate more easily.Feeling hungry, I went back downstairs, relieved to see that the handsome stranger had left.“Syd,” I called out.“I’m here,” as I followed her voice to a room and knocked on the door.“Come in.”I walked in and was in awe of her luxurious bedroom.The room was stunning, with a large, plush bed draped in soft, expensive-looking linens. “Wow, you’re living a princess kind of life,” as I took it all in. “How come I haven’t met your parents?”“Oh, my parents,” they’re on vacation. They were once divorced, but then my dad realized he couldn’t live without my m
I looked at her, stunned, wondering how she knew I was pregnant. I didn’t want her to see me as a burden because of it.She sensed my hesitation and moved closer, holding my hand. “Nadine, I’m not trying to push you to tell me. I just want you to be comfortable around me.”“Or have I given you any reason to?” I shook my head vigorously. “No, no, and then hugged her tightly, becoming emotional again. “Oh Sydney, you’re just too good to be true.”Sydney hugged me back gently. “I’m glad you feel that way. We’re friends, and I want you to know that you can trust me with anything.”I pulled back slightly, wiping away a tear. “It means so much to me to hear that. I’ve been so worried about how to handle everything.”“I’m here with you every step of the way,” Sydney said. “And that baby is my godson. I won’t let any harm come to him, not even from that guy—what’s his name again?”Through a mix of laughter and tears, I said, “Logan.”“Yes, Logan. And we’re going to make sure he knows he can’
Nadine’s POV As Logan prepares to leave, I reach out and grasp his arm, "Logan, stay."His face illuminates with a radiant smile, and I'm struck by the uncanny resemblance to Shawn. The same piercing eyes, the same jawline.Logan takes a step closer, his expressions were that of uncertainty, curiosity, and vulnerability.My mom rises from her seat, interrupting the charged moment. "I'll call the doctor," she says, exiting the room."Thanks, Ma," Logan says, turning his head to watch her leave.The room falls silent, with only the sound of our ragged breathing, I'm scared he would hear my heart pounding loudly.I hold his gaze, my heart pounding. What secrets lie beneath his enigmatic smile?Logan's eyes lock onto mine. He takes another step closer, his uncertainty palpable. Time stands still as he stares at me, my heart pounding in my chest.I smile, breaking the tension. Logan's face relaxes, and he smiles back. He leans in, his lips brushing against my forehead in a gentle kiss."W
Her voice bursts through the phone, with an infectious happiness. "Nadine is finally out of her coma!" she exclaims, her enthusiasm making a smile tug at the corner of my lips. "I'll be right there," I respond, already imagining the moment I'll see Nadine.I feel jealous and wish I could have been the first person she saw. I should have stayed by her side, not come home to freshen up. I push the thought aside, chiding myself for being selfish.As I rise from the couch, my body aches from the impact of two weeks of hospital vigils. I hadn't planned to sleep that long, but exhaustion got the better of me. I shake off the fatigue, as my heart races with anticipation. I need to see Nadine, to hold her, and know she's okay. I hurry towards the door, to make my way to the hospital.As I step out of my room, I notice Rosa coming from Shawn's room, her gentle movements showing that she's just put him to bed. I approach her, eager to share the news. "I'm off to the hospital, Nadine is awake
Logan's POVI'm rushing to Nadine's side, thankful for the vest that saved my life. I can see the pain on her face, blood seeping from her wound. I scream for the paramedics, trying to numb my pain because she needs me now more than ever."Stay with me, Nadine!" I shake her gently, desperate to keep her awake. But she smiles weakly, her eyes filled with pain, and holds my face. "Take care of our son," her voice barely audible.My heart shatters as she slowly closes her eyes. "Nadine, no!" I shout, with grief. The paramedics arrive, and I watch in a daze as they place her on a stretcher and load her into the ambulance. I climb in beside her, holding her hand as they work to save her life.The sirens blare, and the ambulance speeds away. My mind raced with thoughts of losing her. I'm trying to stay strong, but my heart is breaking. I'm whispering to her, "Don't leave me, Nadine. Please don't leave me." But she's not responding. I'm left with only the sound of my desperate pleas.I'm liv
Nadine's POV Tears stream down my face as I curl up in a ball, my body shaking with uncontrollable sobs. I feel like I'm slipping away.I never thought I'd be in this situation - it's like something out of a movie. Who would ever want to be here? I realize I've just woken up from sleep. My stomach growls with hunger. I wonder where my essentials are - my credit card, phone, and ID. I must have dropped them when I was dragged into the car. I panic in fear as I scan my surroundings, trying to remember what happened.I try to remember how I got here, but my memories are hazy. I recollect being dragged into a car, but it's all so fuzzy.I try to sit up, but a sharp pain shoots through my head, making me wince. I must have hit my head when I was taken. As I look around again, I notice a small door on the opposite side of the room, and I wonder if I could escape. But what if someone is waiting on the other side?Suddenly Sydney bursts through the door, her face is with rage, and I'm cau
Logan's POV As Nadine exclaims in joy, "I could kiss you right now!" I feel a surge of desire. I have to restrain myself from giving in to her simple request. My cock twitches in my trousers, responding to her proximity, but I know I must resist.Instead, I slowly lean in and kiss her hair, trying to play it cool. I make my way outside, taking a deep breath to calm myself down. I don't want to compromise our budding cordial relationship.The fact that she accepted the gift is a positive sign, but my mind is elsewhere. I'm worried about the impending danger lurking in the shadows. Ethan is nowhere to be seen, and I don't know what he's planning. I need to be prepared, nothing can go wrong with Nadine and Shawn, not while I'm still alive.I pull out my phone to call Asher, eager to share the good news that Nadine accepted the necklace. But as I walk into my home, my mind starts to wander. I can't shake off the feeling that something is off, but I can't quite put my finger on it.I t
"Ethan," I mutter, my voice shaking with relief as he approaches me. But his face is stone cold, devoid of emotions. "Ethan, thank God you're here. Please, tell Sydney I'm not Isabelle. She's got the wrong person."But instead of helping me, Ethan takes a step closer, with a file in his hand. His voice is laced with anger, making my heart quiver. "Do you think I give a fuck what she does to you?" he growls.I'm taken aback, shocked by his words. "But...but I thought you were here to help me," I stutter."Do you think I'm here to exchange talks with you? I'm here to make sure she finishes you, just like planned."Ethan's words are like a death sentence. I'm trapped, with no escape from Sydney's wrath. "Oh, so you mean to tell me that this was a plan worked out between you two?" I ask, trying to process the betrayal.Sydney's face twists in a snarl. "You still have the mouth to say rubbish? Many authorities want you dead. And it will be with great pleasure to end your life.""Imagine
I struggle to break free, but their grip is like a vice. My heart races like a wild animal, and my mind spins with questions. Who are these people? Why are they doing this?I'm manhandled and pushed into the cab I had stopped to hail, my body flailing wildly as I try to break free. I try to shout, "Leave me the fuck alone!" but my voice is muffled by the cloth covering my face.I attempt to move my hand to pull it off, but I'm shocked to find my wrist bound by a cold metal cuff.My mind races with thoughts of my life being threatened. Fear grips me. I think about all the milestones my son will reach without me. His first day of school, his graduation, his wedding day... I'll never get to see them.Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I think about my mom. She'll think I'm fine, but how long will it take her to realize something's wrong? Will she ever find out what happened to me?Ethan's face flashes in my mind. How will he feel when he finds out I've been taken? Will he be scared
I take a step back, trying to create some distance between us, as Logan’s face inches closer to mine. He notices my movement and hesitates."I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...you know," he trails off, his eyes searching mine for understanding.“I just wanted to say thank you...for choosing to have Shawn, despite everything between us before you left.”“He's my boy too, and I don't regret...any of it," I sayLogan nods, with a small smile on his lips. "Thank you anyway.”I study Logan's face, trying to read his intentions. I kinda like this new, softer side of him, but I wonder if it's just an act for Shawn’s sake. Either way, it's a welcome change."So..." I draw out the word, curious about what he's going to say next.Logan’s hand slips into his pocket, and he pulls out a small box. He holds it out to me, his eyes hopeful.I shake my head, hesitant to accept whatever is inside. "No, Logan, I don't want anything from you."He takes a step closer, his hand still extended. "Just take it, Na
"Wait, sorry, my bad," I say, moving the phone away from my ear to double-check the number. I was expecting Ethan's call, but this number is unfamiliar. Yet, the voice on the other end is unmistakable - Logan.I try to sound civil, for Shawn's sake. "What's up?" attempting to keep the tone light."Nothing much, Nadine. Did you sleep well?" I'm not interested in small talk, so I cut to the chase. "Yes, I did. Why are you calling?" The pause is brief, but I sense he hesitates before Logan speaks again. I wait, wondering what he wants to discuss."I was wondering if I can have my time with Shawn today," I recall Shawn's excitement earlier, asking to see his buddy today."Okay," I say, and I can almost hear Logan's sigh of relief on the other end of the line. I'm taken aback - I know he thinks I'll say no. But I'm done fighting; all I want is what's best for my son."What time are you coming?" I ask."I'm right outside your mom's house," his voice is a little stronger now. I glance out