Emily's POV.I thought for a moment that I would be abducted with no help to come through for me. A surge of relief courses through me when a loud threatening voice pierces the silence. My rampaging heartbeat slowed down as I cast a glance over my shoulder to see who it was. My tense muscles relaxed and I felt a sense of safety and protection as my gaze met with Logan's.His face reddened with fury and his knuckles turned white as he balled his fist..“Let her go this instant!” Logan growled, his voice low and menacing. My fear and anxiety slowly gives way to a sense of calmness and reassurance. I felt seen and heard, knowing someone had come to my rescue.“Do you think your appearance alone is a threat to me? You think you can stop me from achieving my goal?” Ray spat, a devilish grin stretching his lips.His grip on my wrist tightened, causing me to wince in pain.“I will do whatever I can to stop you,” Logan bawled, his voice resolute. He cracked his knuckles and squared his shoul
Emily's POV The air was thick with tension and my heart felt too numb to process what was happening. My face was a cloud of disbelief. I just couldn't think straight at the moment. I took my gaze to Logan and back to Ray. The icy determination in his eyes caused my heart to skip a beat. Would he really kill Logan? Would he really pull the trigger even after he had surrendered to him already?My hands were tied and my screams came out in muffles. I tried to plead with him to stop whatever he was going to do but he wouldn't budge. He was bent on getting rid of Logan.“Please.. please.. don't shoot him.” I pleaded, my heart pounding in my chest. He smirked as he turned to face me, his eyes glinting with amusement. “You sure love him, don't you? I thought he's your Ex-husband.. Don't tell me you still have feelings for him..” He spoke, his voice smooth and practiced, a hint of mockery in it. A soft raspy laugh escaped his lips, making my skin crawl. I clenched my fist and shot him a
Emily's POV.My pacing became frantic in the lobby, my face etched with worry. Peter walked up to me, handing me a drink but I refused to collect it. I didn't feel like having anything to drink. Not when someone who saved me is seriously injured.“Logan will be fine, Miss Emerald. I can assure you,” Peter spoke as he put the drink away since I wasn't willing to accept it.I folded my arms, pacing back and forth, anxiety crawling up my sleeves. Some of the cops and even Collin appeared after some minutes, their faces imprinted with concern.“I’m glad you're alright” Officer Jones spoke in a calm voice, but his words did nothing to lift the weight on my chest. I leaned against the wall, hoping that the doctors might at least show up and give us an update on Logan's health. Is he getting any better? Collins walked up to me, his eyes holding a hint of remorse. “Emerald,” He spoke, swallowing the lump in his throat. I barely looked at him, my eyes fixed on the nurses who strolled arou
Emily's POV ~His grip on my hand sent a tingling sensation on my skin. His fingers wrapped around mine, offering a sense of comfort and security. His touch was warm and gentle like a warm breeze on a summer day. Slowly, I settled on the chair in front of him, my eyes filled with a mixture of relief and curiosity.“Don't leave, Emerald,” He spoke while I nodded, biting my lower lips. I took my gaze to the IV drip which was attached to him to replace the blood he lost. The steady sound of the beeping machine cut through the thick silence. I tucked a strand of my hair behind my ears as Logan's eyes bored into mine. “How are you feeling?” I finally asked, gulping the lump in my throat. He slowly released my hand and sat upright“I’m feeling better now that you're here, Emerald.” He spoke, a warm smile tugged at his lips but they vanished instantly when he noticed the sadness lingering in my eyes.I wasn't happy that he got injured all because of me.. how do I repay him for this?“Are
Chapter 1 Author's POV“Emily…” Logan called her softly by the name he’d known her with all these years before they separated. He wished she could stay longer with him, heck, he was even willing to do anything to have her stay by his side that moment. Anything to see her beautiful eyes stare back at his with a deep longing that could not be said with words.He found it hard to let her leave his presence and he had shown that by pulling her back to him when she made it known she was leaving.Sadly, he knew that no matter how much he craved her presence, he was in no way to demand it.While Emily was right before him, Logan's eyes fell on her nose, her well structured one that stood above her soft, plump lips. He didn't realize just how much he'd missed her and he could not help but stare.“Stay with me.” He mumbled, his eyes pleading as he held onto her. His hands squeezed against hers gently and Emily could not help but turn her gaze to his unwilling hands that held hers in place.
Author's POV After the argument they both had, Vivian had to painfully watch Logan storm into the guest room that was opposite their bedroom. All her cry of pleas for him to forgive her infidelity fell on deaf ears and she couldn't help but feel hurt that everything was happening right now all because of that woman.If Emily hadn't returned to their lives, she knew that Logan would not have had a second thought about them being together. She must have bewitched her husband to come back to her. Not quite long while she was still lost in her thoughts, he had walked out of the room saying nothing except; “My guest will be here in a minute's time. You should do whatever you're told.” he informed her and was about to turn away when he added on second thoughts.“I have an event to attend right now. You should not look for me.” he mumbled before dashing out of the house.“Log—” Vivian tried to call for his attention but it was too late now, wasn't it? After all, she could now hear the s
Author's POV The moment the lawyer left, Vivian dragged her feet to the room that used to be their once lively and rosy bedroom. She felt her entire world crashing down beneath her feet in the most dreadful way possible as the deep silence that filled the entire house reminded her of his absence so badly.Only the sound of her sobs could be heard in echoes.How she wished he hadn't found out about her infidelity. If only she hadn't been a fool that night.“What am I going to do now?” She kept asking the thin air while she tugged at her hair which was already a mess. Her eyes stared back at her from the mirror in the room with a smearing ruin of the mascara that had been mixed with her flowing tears.While she was still lost in her thoughts and was plotting ways to get her man back by hook or crook, her phone rang.Who the fuck was calling her right now? She thought as she glared at the vibrating object that danced on the bed.She ignored the call but it seemed like this caller was
Emily's POV It's been a week since I last heard from Logan. I should have called him last night but It slipped my mind, and now, I feel guilty. As I sat upright on the bed, I massaged my temples and exhaled deeply. The sun rays filtered through the blinds, basking the room in a warm glow.As I glanced at my phone on the table, a pang of guilt surged within me.“Why didn’t you think of calling him, Emily?” I whispered as I reached for my phone which sat untouched on the table.My thumb hovered over the screen, my eyes narrowing as I went through my contact list.Hesitation gnawed at me and I sank in a deep breath before calling Logan.The phone rang and after a while, he picked the call.“Hi, Emily. Good morning. How was your night?” Logan asked, his voice rich with concern.I fiddled with the button on my nightgown, my eyes fixed on the mirror in front of me.“My night was fine. How was yours?”“I'm doing great.” He replied “I wanted to . Appreciate you once again. And may I ask ho
Emily's POVAfter a few weeks of being comatose, Logan finally woke up to my surprise. My stomach fluttered, a rush of excitement on my face. The doctor had predicted that his injuries were fatal and it might be impossible for him to survive. I felt so overwhelmed with joy at the great news of Logan's recovery “This is a miracle!” Mr. Michealson, Logan's father, exclaimed, his face etched with relief as he walked into the ward. Mrs. Michelson wiped her tears with the pad of her thumb, her steps faltering as she walked into Logan's ward Her eyes went wide with shock, tears streaming down her cheeks. I'm so happy I could stop her from committing suicide. I've always known that Logan would survive since he had promised to be with me and Carl forever..“Is Logan alive?” She asked, her face etched with disbelief.“Yes, mom. He has recovered. He's not dead. I told you he wasn't dead. He was only comatose,” I explained to her as I held her hands. Logan sat upright on the bed, his lips c
Emily's POV “Help us! Somebody help!” I screamed aloud for anyone who cared enough to listen so they would help in saving my husband.I tore a part of my dress and used it on his wound to place pressure on the injured area in order to stop the flow.“Please, help us!” I pleaded, tears in my eyes.“I'll…. I'll…I'll be fine.” Logan struggled to say to me in a stutter.“No, you are not fine.” I cried, trying to help him in any way I could before better help could come. If I had my way, I would have driven him off to the hospital but, I was in no right state of mind to drive a car now and he could not do the same in his injured state.Soon, Logan passed out and some onlookers dropped by to see what was happening.“Help me! my…my husband has been shot.” “Call the cops,” someone suggested.“Whoever fired the shot should still be around here somehow.” Another person said.“Please, let's call 911!” someone else said and all the while when they were talking and taking steps in helping us fro
Emily's POVEight Months Later…If I was told that things were going to turn out this way in the end, I'd argue that it was a lie and whoever told me was only trying to say that as a means to get me to feel better.But, I guess, there's always a moment of joy after the long nights of suffering too. Everything was gradually getting better and it looked like life was beginning to take a great form after all.Although my son, Carl was currently in the hospital undergoing some medical care and procedure at the moment to help with his transplant, I couldn't help but feel thankful that he has a great chance at surviving the turbulence.“Which one do you think will fit the baby perfectly out of these?” Logan asked me as he picked up a very cute baby outfit. He lifted the clothes in front of me so I could pick from the alternatives he had selected.“This one.” I said, pointing to a white little top that had caught my attention.“I think we can just pick both.” Logan suggested, his eyes access
Chapter….Author's POV “There are so much demand for the new ammunition coming in tomorrow evening. That will be sorted by you, Black.” “You have to make sure everything turn out well when you guys go to get them.” The deep croaky voice of the mafia's grouphead resounded in the room while he addressed the members of the secret organization.“We have to ensure that nobody comes close to our group. The other rival gangs will get too cocky if they notice us slacking. This isn't time to slow down guys, we have to step up and show that we own this arena–”Collin's dark eyes wandered lazily around the dimly lit room, his mind in a faraway place as he sat on the seat at a corner in the room.The mafia members' discussion about the upcoming ammunition that had been imported secretly into the country and the inherent sneer from jealous rival gangs faded into the background while he thought of his newest worry.He couldn't be bothered about anything more except the news he'd gotten from Vivi
"Can I see you both for a few minutes?" The doctor's words came out firm and serious. Emily and Logan exchange glances before taking a deep breath.Emily and Logan walked out of the ward with the doctor. Emily's chest heaved, her heart pounding harder. Anxiety lingered in the air."Doctor, how's Carl's health?" Logan asked first, while Emily stood there looking at one way."While his immune system is still stable, we have to explore several options for a bone marrow transplant. Since neither of you is a match, having a child together could potentially save his life.” The doctor said, staring at them sympathetically.“I understand this is personal but do know that I'll always be here to support you. If you need anything, please let me know. And if you're willing to consider this option, then we can discuss the details further. I'll be taking my leave now,”.The doctor's words hang heavily in the air even after he left.[ Present day]The hospital room was filled with tension, the only
Collin’s chest heaved as he stared at his phone's screen, his hands clenched into tight fists as if he was about to go into a fight. The news played on repeat, Logan and Emily were seen together again, smiling like the latest couples in town. The sight of them chuckling and spending quality time together burned through him like a fire blaze on top of his head."Unbelievable!" he roared, flipping the coffee table in front of him. "After everything I did, after everything I said, she still went back to him?"Vivian, standing in the corner, let out a quiet chuckle. She had been watching him the entire time, enjoying the spectacle of his rage and unhappiness. Unlike him, she wasn’t blinded by anger, she saw an opportunity to do what has always been within her."Throwing objects won’t change the fact that she's back in Logan's arms," she said, walking slowly to Collins.Collin looked around, eyes flashing with anger. "Shut up, Vivian!"She smirked. "Why should I? I warned you, didn't I? Em
Logan's POV “If you're not ready for another baby, I guess we can explore several options. Just know that I'll always be here to support you in whatever decision you choose,” I said comfortingly as I placed my hands on top of hers.Emily nodded as she alighted from the car. Together, we walked into the apartment to check on Carl. As we got in, the maids greeted us with a welcoming smile.Emily cast a bored glance around. I could tell that she was completely stressed and overwhelmed because of Carl's condition.“What of Carl?” She asked the chubby maid who was standing at the doorway.“He’s awake. He woke up just recently. He's been asking about you and his father.” “Okay. Thanks for informing me,” she mumbled, tearing her gaze from her.We walked past several rooms until we got to Carl’s room. He sprawled on the bed, holding his toy train and dinosaurs in his hand..His face lit as soon as he saw us walk in “Dad!” He jumped down from his bed and sprinted towards us. Brenda, his nan
Logan’s POV I boarded a flight back to New York not long after Emily's call. Restlessness gnawed at my chest, my mind racing with several thoughts. I was enveloped by the hum of activities at the terminal. I scurried around, grabbing my luggage behind me. Finally, I was onboard. A wave of relief washed over me but I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was definitely wrong.I stared at my phone as I dialed Emily's number but she wasn't picking.“Emily, please pick up. Pick up..” I whispered, shoving my fingers into my hair with a line of worry on my forehead.I tried to reach her once again but It didn't go through. I sighed in exhaustion as I reclined on my chair.“Whatever it is, I hope it's not bad.” I mumbled, dragging my lower lip with my teeth.The air hostess gave an announcement and meals were served afterwards. I didn't touch my meal; my appetite was gone. All I needed at the moment was to be with Emily and Carl. I shut my eyes, inwardly hoping everything is fine.
Emily's POV The doctor's words resounded in my ears and I just couldn't believe it. I froze for a moment. it felt as if time had come to a standstill. “Can you tell me more about this SCID?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady. The doctor's voice was gentle as he added, “It's a rare genetic disorder that affects the immune system.” I listened intently, my brows knitting. He cleared his throat and continued, “It is caused by mutations in genes which play crucial roles in development and functions of the immune system.” My eyes narrowed as I struggled to process his words “So, are you trying to say that we passed it down to him?” His lips conformed into a thin line. He nodded and also added, “While it can be inherited from parents who are carriers of mutated genes, it can also be caused by spontaneous mutations during fetal development. The latter I believe is what caused It.” A deep sigh escaped my lips. I paused for a moment, trying to pull myself together. "What