Author's POV Logan's marital ship with Vivian was on the edge of sinking. There's been nothing except brawls, battles, disagreements, and grudges. Vivian had been at home since she arrived from work, and she was concerned that Logan had not returned. She screamed in frustration and flung her phone onto the sofa. "Where the hell are you, Logan?" She mumbled between gritted teeth, her fists clenched. She had requested the maids to cook his special meal in the hopes of putting an end to their feud, but with his recent tardiness, she is confident they will hold a long grudge. Sighing, Vivian got on her feet and paced the sitting room, stealing frequent glances at the wall clock whose hands had refused to move. “Logan!!!” With pinched brows, she growled, slipping her fingers into her thick blonde hair. As she paced around, she smacked her leg against the footstool. Growling in rage, she raised it and slammed it against the ground. A maid walked in, and her eyes widened a littl
Emily's POVMy lips bloomed into a warm smile as I walked down the spiral staircase. I wore a simple blue dress and styled my chestnut hair into a bun. Approaching the dining room, I saw the maids dishing the food on several ceramic plates. My gaze flew across the exquisite meals and fruits which were on the large table. Their palatable aroma wafted in the air, causing my stomach to churn with anticipation. It's Saturday, and I'm so glad we'll be having another family reunion right here in dad's mansion. Carl had woken up so early, his face filled with excitement because he couldn't wait to see his cousins who'd be coming over today.He scampered around, playing with his train. I smiled as I watched him, and my thoughts drifted back to the day he received his train toy from Collin. He had requested if Collin would be his father and the only thing we did was smile.Collin had knelt to his level to stroke his hair. He told him he would love to be his father and that had made Carl giddy
Emily’s POVMy dad and I will be leaving for Colorado this Saturday morning. We have plans on attending the grand party of his best friend and notable acquaintance.Caroline, a distant acquaintance of mine, called just as we were leaving the house.I wouldn't say we're pals, but we met at a conference meeting in one of New York's top companies. We talked about business and then got to know one other. I was the sort to make friends with strangers but then keep them at arm's length even after exchanging contracts, but there was something about Caroline that compelled me to stay in touch with her. I learned about her businesses and how diligently she managed them all. She owns a large fashion firm, and what surprised me more was when she informed me about the recent investment she made in M$M’s company – Logan's company.It was an incredible coincidence that I met a fellow shareholder in Logan's company. Though she didn't spend much, unlike me, she told me she regretted ever doing so
Emily's POV“You bitch!” Mrs. Michealson's voice pierced the silence, her amber eyes scanning my features with a hint of disdain as she neared me.. With puckered lips, she scrunched her face and neared me, each step she took towards me caused my blood to boil mTension hung heavily in the air, her quizzical eyes boring into mine. Her heels clacked on the polished tiles and I restrained myself from insulting her. All I wanted was to ignore her since we had an urgent flight to book but a morbid curiosity compelled me into staying to hear what she had to say.“You have a son for Logan!” She blurted, eyes wide as it pierced into mine.I chuckled for a moment and lubricated my lips with my tongue, while she raised both brows as she stared at me with bewilderment on her features.“You once called me a promiscuous skunk.. What makes you think Logan is the father of my child?” I mumbled, a sardonic smile sitting on my lips. She went mute for a while, as she struggled to process my words.A s
Emily's POVIn that fleeting moment, my body was rendered immobile as if time itself had come to a stand still. I still couldn't believe that I'd see Lorenzo here of all places. The sound of someone clearing their throat grabbed my attention.. I shifted my gaze to Ethan and pulled a small but forced smile on my face. He had dark raven hair, deep blue eyes and a sharp jawline that had been carefully sculpted. He shared similar features with his father, Mr. Walton.Swiftly, he grabbed two wine glasses from a passing tray. He turned to face me and handed one to me.“Thank you,” I replied, grasping the pointed end of the wineglass with a smile on my face. Ethan took a sip of his drink and said to me, “You look lovely,”“Thanks,” I muttered, and even while I engaged in a conversation with him, I still had my eyes scanning every face in the hall in search of Lorenzo. I saw him at a certain spot earlier and now he isn't there anymore. It's all empty as though he vanished like smoke in the w
Logan's POVI gazed at the clear liquid swirling in my goblet, my mind pondering over the current status of my business. And even when our company is still keen on reaching out to more clients, I'm still grateful we're able to get some shareholders and investors. Although the company's current status is satisfactory, I still believe we can do more to earn more progress.I took my gaze to the mug on the table. The coffee in it was starting to get cold and the steam was starting to dissipate. Grabbing the mug, I emptied the content and set it aside before typing on my laptop.Vivian walked into the sitting room, her lips curled into a smile as she applied a lip gloss on her lips. She had her phone clutched to her ear and was on the call with someone.“Alright then.. I'm so grateful, I'll board a cab to your location right away..”“It's such an honor meeting you once again,” She smiled, walking around and subconsciously touched the surfaces of various objects.Sitting upright, I watche
Logan's POVGetting on my feet, I paced around, stealing frequent glances at my wall clock. I would have left the house to see Martin if my mom hadn't informed me about her plans to see me. With each step I took, I felt my heart rampaged with several thoughts swirling in my mind. After a few minutes, the door creaked, and I turned towards it. My mom walked in, her heels clacking on the tiles with her handbag strapped on her shoulder. She was in an off-the-rack magenta dress with golden accessories on her neck. I walked up to her, welcoming her in with a grin on my face. “Morning, mom,” I greeted, my teeth showing through a warm smile. “Morning, Logan,” She replied, scanning the opulent room and taking in the intricate details and grandeur that surrounded it.A hint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes as she took her gaze to me. “You've refurnished your flat!” “Yes, mom,” I replied, in a calm voice, still hinting at what she could possibly want to discuss about Emily. Her gaze
Emily's POVBack at the party in Colorado ~Tension hung heavily in the air and I could feel panic gnawing at my chest as the sounds of gunshot pierced the silence. Loud screams erupted, everyone's faces covered in fright as they ducked, and raised their hands to shield their faces from the attackers.Chaos ensued and I flew my gaze around, trying to comprehend what led to the sudden gunshots. I took my gaze to my dad, trying to maintain a demeanor that I didn't possess.The once peaceful hall was now overwhelmed with dread. Gasps erupted once again at the sound of another gunshot. Loud screams cut through the unsettling silence and guards as well as security personnel scurried in the direction of the gunshots to stop the attacker from hurting anyone.Ethangot on his feet, a calm demeanor on his face as if he wasn't bothered with the chaos that had ensued. He wasn't shocked either and his facial expression was unreadable. Swiftly, he spun around and grasped the hand of a man behind
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