"Oh, please, Nadine," Logan says, holding out the card. "Take it. We both know you don’t even have $50 to your name." His words hit me like a slap, and for a second, I was too stunned to respond. My fist clenches, and my eyes blaze with anger. I slam my hand onto the table, the dishes rattling with the force. But Logan doesn’t flinch. He just watches me, waiting for me to take the card, completely unfazed by my fury."Logan, how dare you?" I say through gritted teeth, stepping closer, my voice low and trembling with rage. "I’ve had it with you!"Without waiting for his response, I storm out of the room, the walls closing in on me. I need to get away—away from Logan, away from this suffocating life that feels more like a cage with each passing day.In my room, I fling open the closet, grabbing a comfortable gown. My hands move quickly, changing, pulling my hair into a ponytail, stuffing my bag with essentials. I don’t think, I just act, driven by the overwhelming need to escape. With
As I turn the corner into Logan's mansion, I stop in my tracks, my eyes wide in shock. Seeing the person standing before me, I can barely manage a smile. My mind races with questions, and I can't help but ask, "What are you doing here?"He flashes a toothy grin, just like he did at the park. "I should be asking you that. What are you doing here?" He asks stepping closer, but I instinctively take a small step back, creating space between us."Asher," Logan’s voice rings out, calling for him as he strides toward us. But he suddenly pauses. I can see the surprise on his face when he sees me at home.He looks between me and Asher, confusion evident on his face. Our earlier disagreement echoes in my mind, and I know I should not pay attention to him. All I needed was to get away from him.I make my way inside but turn around and say, "Asher, it’s nice to see you again."Logan's eyes widen in shock, his jaw-dropping as he glances between us. I'm sure he is surprised that I know Asher."What
I don't understand why Asher is giving me that look. "Asher, what's up?" I ask, confused.Logan stands up from his chair and moves closer to Asher. "I thought you were in bed already," he says, curiosity in his voice.But Asher ignores Logan's question and turns to me instead. "You know, you remind me of someone I know," he says, his eyes fixed on mine.I look up from my food, realizing he's talking about me, and our eyes meet. Logan notices the tension and looks between us, wondering what's happening.Just then, Logan's phone starts ringing. "Excuse me," he says, using the call as an opportunity to leave Asher and me to talk. He walks away, answering his phone, and Asher's gaze returns to mine, with an unreadable expressionAsher moved closer, sitting on one of the chairs. I didn't look up from my food, continuing to eat. "On behalf of my friend, I'm sorry for the way he has been treating you," he says, while I looked up in that instant. "Logan and I are doing just fine," I say, not
As our mouths dance in sync, a voice in my head screams for me to stop it, but another voice urges me to enjoy it while it lasts. I know I've wanted his lips on mine for so long after our first encounter. I wonder how I've survived being in this same house with this sinfully handsome man without misbehaving.With a satisfying smile, I draw his head closer, deepening the kiss. He smiles in between the kisses, and at one point, the kiss becomes intoxicating. He exerts dominance, and I allow him to take over as he roams my mouth with his lips, kissing me with so much strength.In the intensity of the moment, I feel like I'm losing myself to him. The kiss is passionate and all-consuming, leaving me breathless and wanting more. I know I should stop, but I can't help myself. I'm trapped in the desire between us.I love every bit of it as sparks are ignited, flying around everywhere his hand touches. This is an experience, one I didn't want to go away in haste. We draw apart for some tim
My heart skips a beat at his words. Could it be possible? I push the thought aside, not wanting to get my hopes up.Then, I face him, looking into his eyes, thinking about the possibility. The last time I had sex was with him, and it was our first and only encounter - two months ago. I've had my period since then, so there's no way I could be pregnant. I shake my head in denial. "Logan, I am not pregnant," I say, knowing that our contract includes a clause about me providing him with an heir.But before I can finish my statement, he places his finger on my lips, silencing me. He doesn't want me to continue speaking. His eyes lock onto mine, and I see a spark that suggests he wants this to be true. But I know it's impossible... or is it?He looks at me with both tenderness and intensity, his eyes searching mine for something. I feel my heart racing, my mind racing with possibilities. Could it be true? Could I be carrying his child?"Logan, I..." I start to speak, but he silences me a
He lifts me, cupping my ass while wrapping my leg around his torso, his mouth still locked on mine, kissing me fiercely as if his life depends on it.He moves me to the bed, positioning himself between my legs. The heat of his body against mine is intoxicating, and his erection pressed firmly against my entrance. He pauses, his eyes searching mine for permission.I nod, and with one powerful thrust, he enters me.The sensation overwhelms me, I feel pain first, then a wave of pleasure that leaves me breathless. His movements start slow, but once he fits perfectly, he quickens, desperate and intense. I love it fast. Wrapping my leg around him, I lock eyes with him, unable to look away."Logan," I gasp, gripping his shoulders. He responds with a growl, his pace becoming even more frenzied. The room fills with the sound of our bodies meeting as he thrusts harder.I can feel myself teetering on the edge, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable height. "Logan, I'm going to..." My sen
"Can you please stop questioning my wife and enjoy breakfast?" Logan snaps. I notice his attitude coming back into place, but I try to shake off the feeling. I take my bacon and some eggs and enjoy them. I don't have much lined up for today, so I think I'll just laze around and watch some movies when Logan eventually leaves for work."What are your plans for today?" Logan asks, his gaze locked on mine, waiting for my response."Nothing really," I reply. "I'm thinking of just nesting up and watching movies.”"Okay," he says, biting into his food and bringing it to his mouth. I watch him gulp it down, and the movement of his Adam's apple makes me swallow hard. I can't help but think about everything we've done."Did you hear anything I said at all?" Logan asks, snapping me out of the frenzy of emotions that had engulfed me."Y...yes, what did you say?" I ask him, looking at him expectantly, hoping he'll repeat himself. His gaze locks onto mine as if he's trying to decipher my thoughts
We entered the boutique. I feel a little out of place among the luxurious surroundings, but Logan's presence makes me feel more at ease. But one thing stands out: we're the only ones in the boutique. I look around, trying to figure out what's wrong. He notices me looking around and smiles at me. "What's wrong?" he asks me. "I'm p..puzzled," I stutter. "I bought the whole floor so no one can interrupt our shopping," he explains.My eyes widen in shock, I place my hand over my mouth to stifle the scream that threatens to escape. I've already done the calculations in my head - if he's willing to buy out the entire floor of the boutique just for our shopping, how incredibly wealthy is this man standing before me?"You don't have to, Logan," I say finally, finding my words."Yes, I do, my wife," he replies, taking my hand in his. "Come, let's go shopping."The number of times he's referred to me as such today makes me think he's taking this marriage contract more seriously than I anti
As I turn to face him, my body stiffens, and my mind races with thoughts of what he might say. I hope it's not something that will break my heart. I try to compose myself, thinking of Shawn's needs first. "Please, I'll need to take care of Shawn, then I'll be back," I say, trying to sound calm."Can I carry him in my arms?" he asks, with emotion in his voice."Yes," I reply, but as I try to hand Shawn over, he clings to me like a lifeline. I couldn't force him to let go."I'm sorry, I'll need to go now, but I'll be back," I tell him, trying to reassure him as I make my way to take care of Shawn. I can feel his gaze on me, but I know I need to prioritize Shawn's needs right now.Part of me wants to turn back and confront whatever it is he wants to tell me.I focus on Shawn's tiny hands wrapped tightly around my finger, his big brown eyes looking up at me. I take a deep breath and push aside my worriesAs I care for Shawn, my mind swirls with a hundred thoughts. After finishing with his
I glance around the room, my heart pounds as I shift my gaze between Mum and Gabriel, trying to make sense of their argument or the secret they’re hiding.“Mum, please,” I say, my voice trembling. “What is going on? Can you just say it?” I gesture toward Gabriel. "I don’t even know this man, but if he can donate a kidney for you, he must mean something. Who is he? What does he want?"Mum meets my eyes for a second, then looks at Gabriel. Her lips press into a thin line as she squeezes her eyes shut. For a long moment, she’s silent, shaking her head slowly, as though wrestling with thoughts she can’t bring herself to say aloud.“Mum, what is this? Can you just say it and get it over with?” my patience wears thin. I can feel she has a secret she’s holding onto tightly.Before she can respond, a sharp, piercing scream echoes through the house. Shawn. He’s awake, and the absence of anyone around has startled him.Without a second thought, I dash to his room. He’s sitting on the bed, his
Nadine’s POVI toss and turn, barely getting a wink of sleep last night. But today is Saturday, and all I want to do is curl up in bed with my boy by my side. The thought of going back to my apartment exhausts me - I don't have the strength to face it. And honestly, I'm scared of unwanted guests showing up unannounced. My mind still reels from the near-attack at my apartment. All I crave is a peaceful day with my son, in the comfort of my mother's home. I need my coffee, so I quietly make my way downstairs to the kitchen, trying not to wake my son or mother, who I'm sure is still sleeping soundly in her room. Just as I'm pouring myself a cup of coffee, a sudden knock on the door startles me. I wonder who it could be, so I cautiously make my way to the door and slowly open it. On the other side, I see a well-dressed man around my dad's age, with a kind face and a warm smile. "Hello," I say nervously. "Hello," he replies, "I'm Gabriel, the kidney donor." His words take me by surp
Logan's POV As I watch, Ethan storms out of the house, his face thunderous. I know exactly what that means - the discussion between Nadine, and him in the backyard didn't go well. My mind starts racing with thoughts, each one tumbling over the other in a jumbled mess. I know I need to act fast, to be there for Nadine and Shawn. I can hear the panic in Nadine's voice, and my heart aches for her. In this moment, I wish we were a family - Nadine, Shawn, and me - united in our love for our child.But I know that's not possible, at least not yet. What I can do is make time for Shawn, to build a connection with him. I'm determined to make co-parenting work, no matter what it takes.I look at Nadine, I know I need to be careful. I shouldn't reveal too much to her, not yet. I'm not sure how well she can take it, and I don't want to add to her stress. So I'll bide my time, waiting for the right moment to share my thoughts and feelings with her. For now, I'll just be here for her, supporting
My front collides with his chest as I struggle to break free. "Just let me go, please. I need to rest."But Logan holds tight, his breath fanning my face, threatening to crumble my resolve. "Don't you want to get answers to your questions?" he asks.I try to steel myself, but my heart races at his words. And then he drops the bombshell: "Yes, someone is after your life."He says it so matter-of-factly like he's commenting on the weather. I step back, unsure how to react to this news. I need assurance, "You're lying, right?" my voice barely above a whisper.Logan's face softens, and for a moment, I see pity in his eyes. "Wait, this is true?" I ask, with alarm, as I finally grasp the gravity of the situation.He nods solemnly. "I wasn't lying when I said someone was after your life. I've had two attempts to uncover who's responsible, but both leads ended in dead ends."I'm stunned, my mind racing with fear. I shove my hands into my hair. "Oh my goodness!" I exclaim."My son, is he in
Ethan turns to me, "Are you two back together now?" I'm taken aback by the question, not expecting him to be so direct. I slowly make my way beside him and sit down, choosing my words carefully.I know Ethan doesn't need to know the intricacies of my relationship with Logan. His son deserves the chance to bond with his father without anyone interfering. I wouldn't want someone to deny my child that right, and I won't deny Shawn that either.Instead of answering his question, I turn the tables. "Are you aware that Sydney blocked all means for Logan to reach me?" I ask, studying Ethan's reaction, trying to gauge his emotions. He tenses for a moment, before turning to face me. His eyes narrow slightly, and I sense a hint of surprise, maybe even defensiveness. Ethan's expression turns defensive, with his voice rising. "Is that the lie he told you?" he retorts"Just answer my question, are you aware or not?"Ethan's voice grows louder, his words tumbling out in a rush. "Of what use is
I understand why Logan is upset, but we can't keep fighting like this. But how can we do that when Logan's still hurting from the past and Ethan's trying to insert himself into our lives? I feel like I'm stuck in the middle, trying to mediate between two men who both want to be involved in my son's life. I wish Logan could see that Ethan's not trying to replace him, but I know that's hard for him to accept right now. "What is he doing here?" Logan growls, his voice low and menacing.My mom appears, a nervous look on her face. "Logan, please calm down. This isn't the time or place."But Logan is beyond reason. He's seeing red, and I know I need to intervene before things escalate further.Ethan is playing hide and seek with my son, his laughter and smiles are rich compared to the anger he unleashed at the flower shop. I turn to Logan, his clenched jaw a visible sign of the anger he's struggling to keep in check. His eyes narrow, his gaze fixed on Ethan with disgust. Ethan's eyes l
He stays quiet for a while, collecting his thoughts before speaking. "It's been hell since you left New York, Nadine.”I interrupt him, my words spilling out in a rush. "Since I left New York or since you sent me out of your house?" I ask, in a bitter voice. "Do you think I'd want to be anywhere close to you here in America? I was happy when I was invited to Canada to stay, and that was one of the best decisions of my life. There, I had peace."Logan's eyes narrow, his face tense, but he says nothing, letting the silence stretch out between us. "I know I wasn't the best to you, I've spent every day of my life trying to right my wrongs. But when I saw the huge difference between your face and the picture I was sent, I knew at that time that I had behaved badly."He pauses, collecting his thoughts before continuing. "That's by the way, Logan," I retorted. "I wouldn't want to dwell on something that's a closed chapter in my life. But my question is, who prevented you from coming clos
I quickly step away, trying to put some distance between us. Logan tries to catch up, attempting to hook his hand around mine, but I'm not having it. I look at him warily, wondering if he's lost his mind thinking I'd willingly hold hands with him.I spot a taxi driving by and wave it down, trying to make a quick escape. Logan's caught off guard, and I take advantage of the momentary distraction to open the door and hop in.As I give the driver my destination, I turn around to take one last look at Logan. His face is comical: He looks like he can't believe I'm leaving him standing there in the rain.But as the taxi pulls away, I see Logan's expression change.I smile as I gaze back at the road. Ethan's sudden storm-off has me wondering where he went and why his demeanor changed so abruptly. I'm still reeling from his outburst - who wouldn't be? He had built this illusion in his head that we were married, and seeing it shatter when I declared my love for Logan was intense."Here, ple