Chapter 5: The Assassination and Wedding Night

Kylie’s POV.

Logan stared at me, eyes wide with shock, while my dagger hung in the air, frozen. His gaze was a mix of confusion and disbelief. “What the hell is happening here?” he demanded, his voice rough.

Before I could respond, Logan pushed himself up from the casket and stepped towards the door. “Marcus!” he called, his voice echoing in the quiet room.

I stood there, stunned. “How is he alive?” I thought, my mind racing. “This doesn’t make any sense.”

Moments later, Marcus entered the room, his expression surprisingly calm. He wasn’t shocked by Logan’s sudden return but rather by the situation he found him in. “What’s going on, Logan?” Marcus asked, glancing between us.

Logan’s eyes narrowed at me. “What is happening here,” he said, pointing to the dagger still clutched in my hand.

I quickly composed myself, switching to a dramatic act. Raising the dagger to my neck, I let tears well up in my eyes. “What am I to do now that Logan is dead?” I cried out, my voice trembling. “It’s better I take my own life and sleep beside him forever!”

Marcus and Logan exchanged a look, clearly questioning my sanity. “Is she an actress or what?” Marcus seemed to ask with his eyes.

Logan took a step towards me, coughing to grab my attention. I looked at him, feigning a mixture of surprise and joy. “Logan! You’re alive!” I exclaimed, my tears turning into what I hoped looked like tears of happiness. “I can’t believe it. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

Logan’s expression remained stern. “Cut the act,” he said sharply. “Marcus, what do you make of this?”

Marcus crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he looked at me. “Alpha Logan is determined and knows it all,” he said slowly. “You can’t fool him, Anne.”

“I wasn’t trying to kill him,” I said quickly, trying to sound sincere. “I was going to kill myself. I couldn’t bear to live without him.”

Logan and Marcus exchanged another glance, this one filled with skepticism. “You expect us to believe that?” Marcus asked, raising an eyebrow.

I nodded, letting the tears flow. “Yes. I love Logan. I couldn’t live without him.”

Marcus: "Logan, this woman is clearly deceiving you. She wants to kill you. We can't let her get away with this."

Logan stared at me for a long moment, his eyes searching mine. There was something in his gaze, something that seemed to be holding him back from punishing me.

“Enough,” he finally said, his voice softer. "I want to see what tricks you have up your sleeve."

He turned to Marcus. “Let her stay.”

He walked over, raised his hand, and pinched my chin. His imposing yet not angry demeanor made me feel a shiver. His deep, captivating, and dangerous eyes stared at me for a moment before he spoke to me, saying, "Well then, let's continue with the wedding."

I wondered, my mind reeling. “I came here to kill him, and now he wants to marry me?”

Marcus looked as surprised as I felt. “Are you sure, Logan?” he asked.

Logan provocatively glanced at me and then walked out of the room.

I knew I had to play along, at least for the time being. “I need to learn as much as I can about Logan,” I decided. “Every detail could be useful.”

In the days leading up to the marriage, I spent as much time as I could in Logan’s office, under the guise of helping with wedding preparations. It was there that I stumbled upon a goldmine of information. Logan’s company and Flora’s company were fierce competitors, not just in one business, but in several. “Interesting,” I thought, my mind whirring with possibilities. “This could be my chance to kill two birds with one stone.”

A plan began to form. “If I engage in Logan’s business, I can strike at Flora and Graham indirectly,” I thought, feeling a spark of excitement. “Staying close to Logan will also give me countless opportunities to take him down.” My resolve hardened. “By doing this, I can avenge Anne and get my revenge on Flora and Graham.”

Logan’s power far exceeded Graham’s, a fact that could work to my advantage. “I can use my brains to make Graham and Flora beg,” I thought, a fierce determination filling me. “I’ll make them pay for everything they’ve done.”

Marcus brought a contract. "Alpha Logan has long known that Miss Anne does not like him, but for the interests of both countries, he has no choice. This is the contract brought by Alpha Logan. It lasts for three years."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Three years?”

“Yes,” Marcus replied firmly. You can part ways if you're unhappy after those three years.”

I considered this for a moment before nodding. “Alright, three years it is.”

Marcus didn't quite believe me. He coldly ordered, "I really don't know why Logan decided to keep you. Don't forget to prepare for Alpha Logan's wedding."

As I walked out of the room, I felt relief and determination. I’ve bought myself time, I thought, my heart pounding.

Back in my room, I allowed myself a moment to reflect. “This is a dangerous game,” I thought, feeling the weight of my decision. “But it’s one I have to play.”

Staring out the window, I whispered to myself, “Anne, for you, for me, and for justice. I won’t let you down.”

The path ahead was uncertain, but my resolve was unwavering. I had three years to make my move, three years to turn the tide in my favor.

Logan and I were married today. Due to heightened security concerns, the ceremony was small, attended only by Logan’s security team. I’ve never felt so awkward and uninterested in my own wedding. Every smile, every gesture, was an act. “You have to convince them,” I reminded myself. “Play the part.”

As I stood beside Logan, my mind wandered to my previous marriage. I remembered the joy I felt, the excitement. I had been so happy, believing it would always be Graham and me against the world. “How naive I was,” I thought bitterly. That marriage didn’t end in a breakup but rather a murder attempt. “It doesn’t matter how things start but how they end,” I mused.

Throughout the ceremony, my thoughts were far away. “What a mockery,” I thought, forcing another smile for the onlookers. “This isn’t a celebration, it’s a farce.”

Now, the real test awaited. The wedding night. Custom dictated that we spend the night together, sealing our union. Preparations were done, and the room was ready. I sat on the bed, my heart racing. “Not for love,” I thought, “but for vengeance.”

I waited for Logan, feeling the weight of the dagger hidden within reach. “Stay calm,” I told myself. “You need to act naturally.”

The door creaked open, and Logan stepped inside, closing it behind him. His eyes met mine, and I saw something unexpected: he liked me. “Why does he look at me like that?” I wondered, feeling a strange mix of emotions.

“Anne,” Logan said softly, his voice breaking the silence. “Tonight is special for us.”

I forced a smile, my mind racing. “Play along,” I reminded myself. “Make him believe.”

“Yes, Logan,” I replied, trying to sound sincere. “It is special.”

Logan approached the bed, his gaze never leaving mine. “You look beautiful,” he said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.

“Thank you,” I said, my heart pounding. “This is it,” I thought. “The moment I’ve been preparing for.”

As he sat beside me, I could feel the tension in the air. “You have to do it,” I told myself.

But there was something in Logan’s eyes, something that made me hesitate. “Why does he look so different now?” I wondered, feeling a flicker of doubt.

Logan reached out, gently touching my hand. “Anne, do you know what this night means to us?” he asked softly.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to stay focused. “I know, Logan,” I said, my voice steady.

The room felt heavy with unspoken words and hidden intentions. “I have to be careful,” I thought. “One wrong move, and it’s all over.”

Logan’s presence was overwhelming, and I felt the weight of my task pressing down on me. “Stay strong,” I told myself. “You can do this.”

The scene felt surreal, a strange blend of reality and pretense. As Logan leaned in closer, I steeled myself for what was to come. “This is your chance,” I thought, gripping the hidden dagger. “Make it count.”

As Logan’s gaze softened, I knew the moment was imminent. “This is it,” I thought, my resolve hardening. “Tonight, it ends.”

Logan came closer, his eyes intense. “So, tell me about our first encounter,” he said, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “The day you tried to kill me.”

My heart raced, my mind scrambling for a response. “Why is he bringing this up now?” I wondered. “I... I don’t know what you mean,” I stammered, feeling the weight of his gaze.

“You don’t?” Logan asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “It was quite memorable.”

I forced a smile, trying to deflect. “Forget what happened that day,” I said, my voice taking on a more dramatic tone. “Let’s focus on tonight, our special night.”

Logan’s eyes narrowed, clearly not convinced. “He’s not going to be deceived easily,” I thought. “I have to play this carefully.”

Taking the lead, I moved closer to him, my hand brushing against his arm. “Tonight is about us,” I whispered, trying to seduce him. My fingers traced the outline of his muscles, feeling his body tense under my touch. “I need to distract him,” I told myself. “Get him in the mood.”

I climbed onto his lap, straddling him. My hands moved up his bare chest, fingers grazing his skin. “I want you,” I whispered, leaning in to kiss his forehead, then trailing my fingers up to his eyes. Pulling a blindfold from my dress, I gently tied it around his head. “Let’s make this night unforgettable,” I murmured.

Logan’s breathing deepened, and I felt a glimmer of hope. “Maybe this will work,” I thought. My left hand continued to caress his chest while my right hand discreetly reached for the small knife hidden in my dress. “This is it,” I thought, ready to strike.

Just as I was about to plunge the knife into him, Logan’s hand shot up, capturing my wrist. He removed the blindfold, smirking. “Again?” he asked, throwing the knife to the floor.

Before I could react, he flipped me over, pinning me beneath him. His eyes bore into mine as he leaned in, kissing my cheeks, my face, and then my neck. “He’s too strong,” I realized, a mix of fear and frustration bubbling inside me.

Logan’s kisses moved down to my breasts, and despite myself, I moaned unwillingly. “Stay focused,” I told myself. “You can’t let him win.”

As his lips moved over my skin, he reached into my dress and pulled out a tube of poison. He brushed it across my face before throwing it aside. “How did he know?” I thought, panic rising.

Logan’s voice was soft but firm. “I hear, Luna, that you have a child?”

I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. “I only said that so I could survive,” I admitted, my voice shaking.

Logan’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “Why try to kill me if you wanna survive here?”

“What do you want to achieve?” he asked, his tone casual but probing.

“Nothing... I want to have a child with Alpha,” I lied, trying to maintain my composure.

Logan chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re in such a hurry.”

“I like you,” I pretend to say, forcing myself to meet his gaze. “And I want to have sex with you.”

“Really? "Logan raised his eyebrows," It seems like my Luna can't wait.”

He pressed down on my arm and pressed down on me, saying, "Okay, I will fulfill your wish."