Ava’s POVThe atmosphere between us felt heavy as we continued to discuss the project. I leaned forward, trying to keep my tone even but firm. “Logan, with the global economy in decline, your target customer base is shrinking. High-income households aren’t immune to financial pressures, and if you don’t adapt, your market share will inevitably take a hit.”Logan arched an eyebrow, his expression as composed as ever. “Adapt how, exactly? By catering to a demographic that doesn’t value what we offer?”“By reconsidering your approach,” I countered, trying to rein in my frustration. “You’ve built your brand on exclusivity and quality, but even the wealthiest customers are tightening their belts. If you adjusted your strategy—offered something more accessible—you’d be widening your net instead of watching it shrink.”He chuckled softly, a sound that felt more dismissive than amused. “Ava, you’re overlooking a fundamental truth about our business. Our products are the freshest available, fl
Ava’s POVAs the elevator doors slid open, my stomach sank. Leo stood there, his sharp eyes locking onto us like a predator spotting its prey. His expression was a storm brewing, and I could feel the anger radiating off him even before he spoke. Logan stepped out first, his shoulders stiff with tension, and I followed reluctantly, unsure of how bad this was about to get.“Leo,” Logan said, his voice steady but edged with irritation. “What are you doing here?”Leo’s arms crossed over his chest, his posture rigid. “I went to the bar to find you, but you weren’t there. So I came here. And now I see why.”He jabbed a finger in my direction, his lip curling in disgust. “You’re with her.” The venom in his tone made my skin crawl. “Logan, I can’t believe you’re letting yourself be played by this... gold digger.”My jaw tightened, but I said nothing. Logan’s hand twitched at his side, his voice growing harder. “That’s enough, Leo.”Leo let out a bitter laugh, his eyes narrowing. “Enough? I’m
Ava’s POVThe apartment was small but cozy, every corner infused with warmth and personality. The balcony doors were open, letting in a gentle evening breeze that carried the faint scent of blooming jasmine from a plant Daniel insisted on nurturing. The kitchen, though compact, had a charm of its own, with mismatched tiles and a wooden shelf filled with jars of spices, tea, and small knickknacks we’d collected together. But the centerpiece of the apartment was the wall in the living room—our wall.Daniel had painted it himself, a vibrant mural of two figures standing side by side against a starry night sky. He called it our “couple wall,” a symbol of our journey together. I smiled every time I looked at it, remembering how he’d stayed up late, paint smudged on his cheek, meticulously bringing the design to life.Once we were inside, Daniel closed the door behind us, and his hands immediately found my waist. I turned to face him, his green eyes glowing with that familiar, gentle light.
Logan’s POVThe screen flickered to life as I joined the online meeting with Anderson and Leo. Their faces appeared in the little boxes. Anderson looked worried, his brow furrowed, while Leo seemed his usual confident self. I leaned back in my chair, the leather creaking under the weight of the day’s exhaustion, and reached for the box of cigars on the desk.“Logan! Finally,” Anderson greeted, adjusting his tie. “Thought you were going to ghost us. Again.”I smirked faintly, cutting the cigar’s end. “Some of us still have to work, Anderson.”“Work or brood?” Leo interjected, swirling a glass of what looked like bourbon. “Word on the street is you’re losing your edge.”I lit the cigar with a practiced motion, inhaling the first bitter drag before responding. “And you’ve been talking to the wrong people.”Anderson chuckled, but his expression sobered quickly. “So, what’s the deal? You’ve been off your game. Trouble with that new project? The cooperation with...” He snapped his fingers,
Logan’s POVThe buzz of voices from the online meeting barely registered as I sat back in my chair, staring at the screen. Leo and Anderson were still arguing about some investment strategy, but their words blurred into background noise. My thoughts had drifted, pulled into a vortex I’d tried to avoid. It started with Leo’s earlier comment about Ava—a single spark that reignited memories I thought I’d buried.Ava. Her name echoed in my mind like a melody I couldn’t forget, no matter how much I wanted to. The past weeks had been a whirlwind of emotions, but one moment stood out, refusing to fade. A week after Ava stormed out of my birthday party, I convinced myself to let the dust settle. Our conflict had been a fire fueled by misunderstandings and stubborn pride, but deep down, I thought Ava wouldn’t really walk away. I had been arrogant, assuming she’d eventually come back, ready to smooth things over like she always did.That illusion shattered when Zara, Ava’s friend, appeared in
Ava's POV The metallic hum of the elevator was a familiar sound as I leaned against the cool mirrored wall, scrolling through my phone. My thumb froze over the screen when a new message popped up from Logan's secretary:Good morning, Ava. Mr. Logan regrets not being able to attend your company's party recently. He’s been tied up with urgent matters.A slight crease formed between my brows as I reread the message. Logan missing our event wasn’t surprising—a man like him had no shortage of priorities. Shrugging it off, I slipped the phone back into my bag just as the elevator dinged, signaling my arrival at the studio floor.The moment I stepped out, a vibrant display of color greeted me. A large bouquet of deep red roses and lilies sat prominently on the table in the breakroom, their fragrance subtly perfuming the air. I stopped in my tracks, blinking at the unexpected sight.“What’s this?” I murmured, stepping closer.“Congratulations, Ava!” My coworker Emma’s voice chimed from acros
Ava's POV The next afternoon, I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom, smoothing out the fabric of the pale blue dress I’d chosen for the mayor’s daughter’s birthday party. It was simple but elegant, with a fitted waist and a hemline that swayed just above my knees. I adjusted the straps and tilted my head, considering whether to add a necklace.I didn’t hear Daniel enter the room until I felt his arms slip around my waist. His sudden embrace startled me, and I met his gaze in the mirror.“Look at you,” he said, his voice low and playful as he rested his chin on my shoulder. “Turning all the heads tonight, huh?”I rolled my eyes, smiling despite myself. “Hardly. Nothing extravagant.”Daniel ignored my modesty, tightening his hold slightly. “Still, I’m going to have to keep an eye on you. Don’t need anyone else getting ideas.” His lips brushed against my neck, and I immediately tensed.“Daniel,” I warned, stepping forward to break his hold. He looked at me with mock innocence, gr
Ava's POV I trailed behind, my steps silent against the carpeted floor, my breath shallow as I moved closer. Something about Luke’s body language felt off—too stiff, too purposeful. Luke wasn’t just wandering away from the party. He was going somewhere.I stopped short as he slipped into a corner room. What was Luke doing here? The scene inside hit me like a shockwave; I saw Luke was seated on a sleek leather couch. He was leaning forward, his posture too eager, his smile stretched too wide. Opposite him sat a man who radiated danger.Alexander.A name that carried power, danger, and the kind of menace that seeped into your bones, his presence was commanding. Tattoos snaked up his neck, disappearing beneath the collar of his impeccably tailored suit. He lounged with the kind of ease that only came with absolute power, surrounded by bodyguards in dark sunglasses who scanned the room with mechanical precision.Next to him, perched with unsettling poise, was Emily, the mayor’s daughter
Ava’s POVIt had been a long time since we'd talked face to face like this.Since Zara had moved to another city for her dream job, and I buried myself in my own career, we swore we would keep in touch. But life had a way of slipping between us.Deadlines. Late nights. Missed calls that turned into forgotten ones. At first, it was easy to blame busy schedules, but then weeks turned into months, and our conversations dwindled to nothing more than occasional “Hope you’re doing well” messages.Now, as she stirred her latte, her eyes scanning me like she was trying to remember every detail she had missed, I felt that distance like a physical thing between us.“You cut your hair,” she finally said, her lips curling into a small smile.I tucked a stray strand behind my ear. “Yeah. A while ago.”“It looks good.”“You look good too. Work treating you okay?”“Busy, as usual. You know how it is.”I nodded because I did. Because “busy” had been my excuse too.Except it had. And everything was d
Ava’s POVThree years ago, Logan looked me in the eyes and told me my idea was ridiculous. He had dismissed it so easily, so carelessly, as if my dreams were nothing more than fleeting thoughts, something to be brushed aside. I had believed him back then. Believed that I had been foolish to want something more, that he knew best.But I wasn’t that girl anymore.I forced my hands to remain steady as I pushed my anger deep down, locking it away behind a carefully composed expression. I wouldn’t let him see how much his presence still rattled me.Logan set his drink down and looked straight at me. "I'm leaving on December 30."I blinked. I hadn’t asked—I hadn’t even thought about his schedule. And really, I should have been happy. The thought of him being gone should have felt like a relief.I exhaled slowly, the relief settling over me like a fragile shield. Soon, he would be gone. The idea of being away from Logan should have been a good thing.But before I could fully process that sma
Ava’s POVBack at Logan’s house, I let out a deep sigh, feeling the exhaustion settle into my bones. The parade had been overwhelming—the crowd, the cameras, the unexpected moment with Logan. My mind was still a tangled mess of emotions, but at least now, in the quiet of his home, I could finally breathe.Or so I thought.“The maid took the day off,” Logan announced casually as he tossed his keys onto the kitchen counter.I blinked. “Okay…?”“So, we’re making dinner.”I nearly choked. “We?”Logan shot me an amused look. “What? You think I can’t cook?”I folded my arms. “Can you?”There was a brief pause—just long enough to confirm my suspicions—before he shrugged. “I’ve learned the basics.”I narrowed my eyes. “Which means…?”“I won’t burn the house down.”Not exactly reassuring.Seeing my doubt, Logan leaned against the counter with a smirk. “You don’t have to just stand there and judge, you know. You can help.”I scoffed. “I will help. Someone has to make sure we don’t end up with a
Ava’s POVThe streets were alive with color and sound. Music echoed through the crisp winter air as dazzling floats rolled by, their lights casting a warm glow against the dark sky. Performers in elaborate costumes danced, their energy infectious. The crowd around me buzzed with excitement, children sitting on their parents’ shoulders, couples huddled close, everyone caught up in the magic of the parade.I couldn’t help but smile as I took it all in. It had been so long since I had seen something like this—since I had felt something like this.I lifted my phone, snapping picture after picture of the floats, the glowing lanterns, and the snow-like confetti drifting down. The scene reminded me of the parades my family used to attend when my father was still around. Back then, we would arrive early, my dad lifting me onto his shoulders so I could get the best view. Mom would always bring a thermos of hot chocolate, and we’d sit on a blanket, wrapped in scarves, watching as the performers
Ava’s POVThe beeping of the heart monitor was oddly soothing, a steady rhythm that grounded me in the moment. The IV in my arm stung slightly, but after hours of feeling weak and disoriented, the cool rush of fluids was a relief. My body felt lighter, as if the exhaustion that had been weighing me down had finally eased.I turned my head slightly, finding Logan seated beside me, arms crossed, his usual stoic expression in place. “Are you always this dramatic?” I muttered, my voice hoarse.Logan’s gaze flicked to mine, unreadable. “You collapsed.”I sighed, shifting against the hospital bed. “I was just dehydrated. Not exactly a near-death experience.”Before he could respond, the door opened, and a woman in a white coat stepped in. She was older, with graying dark hair pulled into a bun, her kind yet assessing eyes sweeping over me before landing on Logan.“Logan,” she greeted with a small smile, her tone warm but firm. “Still dragging people in here, I see.”His lips twitched in th
Ava’s POVEver since I slept with Logan, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he was less of a businessman and more of a goddamn mafia boss.Everything he did had an air of quiet authority, of control, as if the entire world moved at his pace, to his will. And right now, I was caught in it.The snow was falling heavier now, the roads coated in white as we drove in tense silence. I had already made up my mind—I’d stay in a hotel for the night. Somewhere temporary. Somewhere far away from him.“I’ll book a hotel,” I said, staring out the window.Logan, who had been driving with the same frustrating calm, didn’t even glance at me. “Bad idea.”I turned my head sharply toward him. “Excuse me?”“The storm’s getting worse,” he said simply. “With extreme weather, hotels will start losing power and water. You’ll freeze before the night’s over.”I narrowed my eyes. “Then what do you suggest? Sleeping in the car?”Logan was silent for a beat before he spoke, voice smooth, calculated. “Stay at my ho
Logan’s POVThe crisp mountain air carried the scent of pine and freshly fallen snow as I stood on the balcony of the ski lodge, a glass of whiskey in hand. The slopes stretched below, blanketed in white, the resort glowing under the soft light of the evening. Inside, the fire crackled, casting long shadows across the polished wood floors.It was a rare moment of peace. A well-earned break."You're in a good mood."I turned slightly, meeting Andrew’s knowing gaze as he leaned against the railing beside me, a glass of his own in hand. He was always the observant one, quick to pick up on the smallest shifts in my demeanor.I smirked, taking a slow sip of my drink. "Someone tried to set me up for failure."Andrew raised a brow. "And let me guess… they failed?""Spectacularly," I said, amusement lacing my words.Andrew chuckled, shaking his head. "You almost sound disappointed."I wasn’t. Not really. There was something satisfying about watching my enemies scramble, about anticipating the
Ava’s POVThe silence between us so thick it was suffocating. The dim glow of the bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, making Daniel’s expression unreadable. My heart pounded against my ribs, a painful reminder of everything that had led to this moment.“You agreed to this?” My voice was barely above a whisper, but the accusation in it was unmistakable.Daniel sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Ava, you don’t understand.”“Then make me understand!” I snapped, standing up. “Because right now, it just sounds like you sold me off to Logan like I was some kind of burden you didn’t want to deal with.”His jaw tightened. “It wasn’t like that.”“Then what was it like, Daniel?” My chest rose and fell with my ragged breaths. “Did you fight for me at all? Or did you just give in because it was easier?”He exhaled sharply, his shoulders sagging. “The price of refusal was too high, Ava. Logan made it clear—if I didn’t agree, there would be consequences. Ones I couldn’t risk.”I
Ava’s POVI wipe my tears away before they can fall, but Logan still catches the motion. His lips press into a thin line, and then he offers the same empty comfort as always."The next one will be even better."I almost laugh at the absurdity of it. Better? As if any of this could be better. As if I’d actually wanted this.I shake my head, swallowing down the nausea crawling up my throat. My skin still burns where he touched me, but it’s not from pleasure—it’s from shame. A shame I shouldn’t even have to carry because this isn’t on me.It’s on him."You don't have to say that," I murmur, voice flat. "You don't have to pretend to care."Logan exhales sharply, rubbing a hand over his face. "Ava, come on—""No." I cut him off, forcing myself to meet his gaze. "You won't let me leave, will you? Not until you think I’ve understood something. Not until you’ve made sure I know the truth.” My voice drips with sarcasm. "Go on then, enlighten me, Logan. What is it I’m supposed to know?"His jaw