The plan to expose Jake and Nathalie brings a smile to my face. I’ve swapped the original wedding video with the video of their private moment. I discreetly made a video of them yesterday.
The guest gasps seeing Jake and Nathalie's intimate scene playing on the screen. I turn around to see everyone's reaction.
Jake’s eyes widen in disbelief as he stares at me. He’s speechless, his mouth hanging open. Nathalie, too, looks horrified. "You... you did this?" she asks, in a trembling voice.
I smile calmly and whisper, "I did."
As I watch everyone’s reactions I feel guilty already for causing the joyous occasion to turn sour.
I gather my gown in my hands and run out of the venue. But as I flee, I suddenly stop when I feel a gaze piercing through me.
A man stands in the distance, his eyes locked on mine, a sly smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His presence is unsettling like he’s seeing right through me.
"Nadine!" Sydney calls out, snapping me back to reality. I tear my gaze away from the mysterious man and rush back to my room. Once inside, I slump to the floor and cry, releasing all the pain I’ve been holding in.
Sydney quietly enters, wrapping her arms around me without saying a word. This only makes me cry harder. "I can’t keep hiding, Sydney," I cry. "I have to face this."
Sydney nods, squeezing my hand. "I’ll be right here for you."
Suddenly, the door flies open, and my dad storms in, his face red with anger. "What in God’s name got into you?" he shouts. "Do you know what you’ve done? You’ve dragged our family’s name through the mud. I expected better from you, Nadine!"
He moves closer, still furious. "When you saw them together, you should have come to me. Why didn’t you?"
I look up at him, trembling, my voice barely a whisper. "Dad, I’m hurt. You know how much I loved Jake."
"I don’t care!" he roars. "You must go back and marry Jake right now. This wedding needs to happen."
Tears stream down my face as I stare at him in disbelief. I want to scream, to beg him to listen, but I know better than to raise my voice. I drop to my knees, clutching his leg. "Dad, please," I plead, my voice breaking. "I can’t marry him. I’ll never be happy with Jake."
His face remains indifferent. "Stop this nonsense," he growls. "This marriage is important for our family. We need Jake’s family’s power and wealth to save us from bankruptcy. Don’t you understand?"
I shake my head, my heart breaking. "Please, Dad, I can’t."
But his response is cold and final. "If you won’t marry him, Nathalie will."
I look up sharply at my dad, he doesn't mean what he says, and I stare at him again, too shocked to speak. "Nathalie?" I manage to whisper.
"Yes," he says, with a firm tone that leaves no room for arguments. "If you don’t, she will."
My world crumbles around me as I watch my father storm out, leaving me in an emotional mess of confusion. Sydney rushes to my side again, her arms around me as I break into another cry, I can't imagine my life turning out this way.
I cried for a long time. I am exhausted and emotionally drained, I sit in silence, staring into space. After a long moment, then I turn to Sydney. "I need to witness this wedding," I say quietly.
Sydney’s eyes widened in shock. "Are you sure?"
I nod, wiping away the last of my tears. "Yes, I need to see it for myself."
I check through my wardrobe, picking out a comfortable outfit. As I apply some makeup, Sydney watches me through the mirror. "Are you sure about this?" she asks again.
I nod once more, without a word. We walk back to the wedding venue and slip into the crowd unnoticed. No one pays attention to us, they’re all busy with the event.
Just then, Jake’s voice echoes through the room. "Hello, everyone. The wedding will go on as planned. Sorry for the earlier... mishaps."
As I watch him, all I want to do is slam his face into the wall.
My father walks in, leading Nathalie to Jake. We’re identical twins, people who aren’t close to the family can't tell the difference between us. Nathalie looks stunning in her white dress, and my dad beams with pride as he walks her down the aisle.
They say their vows, promising forever, as the officiant pronounces them husband and wife. The crowd cheers, but I sit alone, drowning in misery. The pain is unbearable, making me feel isolated even in a room full of people.
At the reception, I down drink after drink, the champagne flowing freely. I begin to feel tipsy, and that’s when I notice him—the man from earlier. He’s tall, confident, and undeniably attractive, with a commanding presence that draws attention. His strong jaw and piercing blue eyes seem to see right through me. He’s impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, his broad shoulders and athletic build shows he works a lot.
He watches me intently, and when our eyes meet, he smiles, revealing his dimples. My heart skips a beat. Without thinking, I walked over to him. "Hi, handsome," I say, my words slurred
"Hello," he replies, his voice smooth and welcoming. "How are you?"
"I’m fine," I responded, leaning in closer. "You know, you’re quite..."
"Good-looking?" he finishes my sentence with a smirk.
I nod, my cheeks flushing. "Yes, exactly." I rest my hand on his broad shoulder, sparks I couldn't deny erupting
Leaning in even closer, I whisper, "It’s getting pretty hot in here. How about we find a place to go?"
His smirk deepens, and he stands, offering me his arm like a true gentleman. "Shall we?" he asks.
Without hesitation, I take his arm, and together, we leave the venue, then my lips crash on his lips.
Nadine's POVThese past few weeks have been the best of my life. Shawn knows Logan is his dad, and it’s been a smooth ride. He sticks to Logan's side all day, and Logan, being the doting father, has no other obligation than to satisfy his son’s desires.Our dates are magical, and we’ve been on so many more since then. Logan spoils me silly, making every moment feel special. During one of our outings, he asked me to be his girlfriend, and I couldn’t care less about the label because I knew he wanted to woo me—that’s how he puts it.Logan’s family is eager for us to bring Shawn around so he can get to know his father’s side. I see pure love in their eyes as they bask in Shawn’s presence. Later, I find out that the blonde Logan pointed out at the restaurant with Chris is Lucas’s girlfriend. I feel a flush of embarrassment when I remember how I wanted to march up to her and stake my claim on Logan. Thank goodness I didn’t do that! I turn to Logan and playfully smack his chest. “Ouch!” h
Logan's POVI can’t get enough of Nadine. She’s like a soothing balm for my aching heart, and after giving her multiple orgasms, I feel like I’ve been on one hell of a ride.I want every part of her to bear my mark, so no man dares to come close to what is mine. I trail kisses over her body as she slowly opens her eyes. “No, not again, Logan,” she murmurs, feeling my erection pressing against her.I can’t count the number of times I’ve had an erection just from kissing her, and each time, it leads to amazing sex—an explosion of pent-up desire finally released. “I need to see my boy,” she whines, making her way toward the bathroom.I smile as I watch her. I want to see my boy too, but I dream of us being a family, all under one roof. Waking up each morning with Nadine by my side, peppering her with kisses and sending her into ecstasy before I head off to work. I imagine my son jumping up and down on my bed, trying to wake us up. The picture brings a smile to my face.Suddenly, I real
Nadine's POV.He pulls away and asks me a question I wasn’t expecting. Things are moving faster than I thought, but I know we’ve been avoiding our feelings for too long. We’ve both suffered in denial.“Go on a date with me,” he says softly, his eyes searching mine for a reaction. But I know I’m ready to take that leap of faith for us.I smile warmly, letting him see just how open I am to his request.“Of course, yes.”The smile that lights up his face is beyond ordinary, it’s captivating, pulling me in like a spell. He draws me closer and kisses me gently, and I savor the bliss that washes over me. Then it hits me—I need to call Rosa to let her know I won’t be home tonight.There’s no way I’m leaving here; I just want to stay in his arms all night.He notices the shift in my mood and asks, “What’s wrong?”“I need to call Rosa.”“Oh, how’s our son doing?” he asks, watching closely, testing if I’ll show any vulnerability.“He’s fine, but he wasn’t too happy with us leaving so suddenly.
I can’t believe what I just heard. My heart leaps with joy, pounding so hard I feel it might burst from my chest. “I’m right where I should be,” she whispers.It feels surreal. “Say that again, Nadine,” I urged, my face lighting up with happiness.“Oh, stop, Logan,” she replies, covering her face with her hands.Unable to contain my excitement, I scoop her up in a bridal carry and head up the stairs.“Drop me! I can walk by myself!” she laughs, but I can’t help my joy as I carry her with happiness.“Where are you taking me?” she asks, laughing.“To my bathroom. Remember that day you had your bath here?” She nods her head against my chest, a playful smile on her lips.I can’t seem to have a bath without thinking about that day. I kick the door open and step inside, gently lowering her to her feet under the shower.As the warm water cascades around us, I slowly start to remove her clothes, then peel off my own until we are both naked, feeling the heat envelop us.I take a moment to ad
He moves his hand down, sliding my pants aside, and finds my clit with his fingers. I shudder, arching my back as he continues to press deeper. He adds another finger, fucking me with it, but it doesn’t come close to satisfying the longing that’s consumed me for years. No amount of self-control can hold back the desire that surges through me.His fingers alone can’t quench my thirst. All I want is his dick inside me, filling me, while my clit clench around him.He slams into me with all the raw power I remember from our first night together, igniting a fire deep in me.That night is etched in my memory, and each time I use my toy, I picture him, as I thrust in and out reliving the raw connection I feel that reckless night.As he drives deeper, sensations flood back, every gasp, every moan, every brush of his skin against mine. I remember the way he looked at me, his eyes dark with desire, as if I were the only thing that mattered in the world.I think of how desperately I craved him
"Nadine," he calls my name, and my knees go weak. I can’t help myself; I lunge at him, pressing my lips to his. He swings into action immediately, without hesitation, as if he’s been waiting for this moment. What does this man do to me? He kisses me back, matching my intensity, pouring as much desire into the kiss as I do.I know this man. His presence etches itself into every part of my being. I can’t stay sane without him. I know it sounds cliché, but it’s the damn truth. He owns me, and I’m sure he feels the same. My encounter with Chris is a wake-up call, reminding me to hold on tight to what I have. Rosa’s words echo in my mind, even if she thinks I didn’t hear: I shouldn’t let a good man slip away.“Oh, Nad,” he whispers, his hands roaming over my body, cupping my butt. I wrap my legs around him, keeping our lips locked.He carries me to the couch, laying me down gently before finally pulling away.“What the hell, Logan?” I snap, frustration bubbling up like a child denied th