Logan's P. O. V. " Take me straight home " I ordered my driver as soon as I entered the back door. Nodding slightly, he shuts the door after me and sits back behind the wheel, driving off and into the streets. I wouldn't care about going home on other days but right now, I felt I needed to be at home right that minute. The thought of Layla had crossed my mind several times as I stood inside that house. I clenched my teeth, fixing my suit and noticing a blood stain on the faded blue color of my inner shirt, around my wrist. He'd been close enough to get his blood on me. I looked away, trying to relax my clenched jaw. Images of Layla probably trying to escape now that I wasn't in the house appeared in front of my eyes, causing me to smirk wickedly. She'd be a fool to try to escape. Like the last time, she was definitely going to make a run for it. Especially when she notices that she's all alone. But I had eyes in every nook and crannies in the house. The large Victorian gate
Layla's P. O. V. He towered over me, intimidatingly. Every word he said vibrated through my body. His eyes were like Laser beams. They bore into my face. I felt my heart accelerate inside my chest. I didn't know how to handle a situation like this. I wanted to push him away but I couldn't bring myself to. I was scared of his wrath and feared I'd like the feel of his body against my hand if I did that. I needed to be mad at him. Being on his good side didn't mean I have to like him. It's all pretense and so far he seemed to be buying it. Huh, I mentally scoffed at his foolishness. He thinks any girl would ever choose this life for herself? I tried to steady my heart beat and mutter something, anything, just to keep him from getting any closer. " I......" I stammered " I just need to be with my phone. I get really bored here and I've been on my own all morning and....." He cuts me off as his face alined with mine, forcing a gasp of surprise to escape my lips. He has a madly
I watched my reflection on the mirror as I ran my hands on the burgundy shift dress. The corset necklace is traced with glittering stone. I didn't need to be told to know that this dress probably cost a fortune. Expensive things didn't really need tags, the qualities easily gave them away. After returning up to this room earlier, a woman with ocean blue eyes and a red hair walked in. She was dressed in all black top and skinny jeans. She opened the door and stepped in with a long pink Moll bag. She didn't say a word to me after dropping it off on the dresser. She'd held her chin up, as if scared to even make eye contact with me. Like she was scared of something. I wondered if she was one of Logan's workers or if she had just been phoned from a random clothe store to deliver a dress to the house. I couldn't bring myself to say a word to her, mostly because she left just as soon as she walked in. There'd been a black stilettos underneath the dress, boxed separately as the boxed dress
The rest of the dinner was quiet. Not that he didn't try to get on my nerves after my outburst. I just realized he wasn't worth every single anger and I gave up trying to make him understand me. He asked about my school which I refused to tell him about, and then he went on about how he'd saved me from working at a bar. He told me about giving me the luxurious life if I obeyed him. Halfway through the dinner, another of his body guards comes in and on Logan's command, he pulled me out of the chair and escorted me to my room. I spent the next few hours locked inside my room, spending much of those time standing at the window and just watching the outside. It's only been three days but I missed going out so badly. I didn't know how long Logan planned on keeping me locked up but I knew for certain I would lose my mind if it gets any longer. Two hours after returning to my room, my door slid open and some of Logan's bodyguards walked in carrying brown boxes. I didn't care m
As his back disappeared completely through the glass walls, I turned away to see Beverly rummaging through her bag. " Alright...." She said " let's get started on your ideal type of clothes " she sits down on the closest lounge chair. Logan went out of his way to get me someone who would bring clothes to me. How long did he intend to keep me locked up here? I took the sit on my dresser chair and faced her, my eyes glancing at the door every now and then. She points a chart book to me, showing the different types of clothes drawn and sketched on the white paper. Clothes ranging from the different kinds and colors of gowns, tops, jeans, blazers and jackets, shoes and bags. I couldn't bring myself to know what I wanted to pick. All my life all I've worn were faded and old jeans with sneakers or my old flats that I'd refused to outgrow since getting it at the age of fifteen. I was always dressed in t-shirts and sometimes overalls to school. I hardly wear gowns and when I did,
I ran over to the bathroom, emptying my stomach contents on the toilet and grabbing my stomach as I sat down on the cold tiled floor. I felt the anxiety flow through my veins, my head throbbing fast. To say I was scared was an understatement. I was literally hyperventilating about what Logan would likely do to me once Beverly told him what I said to her. A few minutes ago I'd have proudly told anyone how I didn't care about dying, if he decided to put a bullet through my head that I wouldn't flinch. But now I felt scared, scared out of my wits. I picked myself up after a while and washed my reddening face. I watched my reflection on the mirror and couldn't believe I was staring at myself. A few days ago I'd been sad, laying up in my room till I heard Maddy through my window screaming my name for us to leave for work. Although we sometimes worked different shifts, we enjoyed going together and waiting on each other. We'd walk down the busy streets and take the tra
Logan's P. O. V. You never know what it's like to be in pain, what it's like to feel like you couldn't breathe unless you held on to someone until the only person you've ever loved, who has ever loved you gets killed in front of you. And you realize that the only hand you needed to hold on to so you could breathe had just been snatched from you. That was the agonizing pain I felt when I saw Santiago DeAngelo get killed right in front of my eyes. It was still the same trauma that keeps me up at night, knowing that I was right there that night and couldn't save him. I'd watched him from the rope he'd been tied with as he took his last breath. I could still feel the pain compressing down on my chest now as I traced my thumb on the antique silver cufflinks in my palm, staring at it's shimmering light in the dark car as we proceeded towards Dani's direction. Santiago DeAngelo was my uncle. The only man who had ever loved me purely, who had taken me in when my fa
I took two steps at a time as I walked through the door, bursting out in a quiet room. The room is narrow, it's walls brick red. My pace slowered as I expected the man to burst out and at just the right timing, the window lace pulls away, and he stumbled down on his back. He stands up immediately as he sighted me, taking a proper stance to look at me. My eyes glowered with hate as I watched him.I felt the vein pop out at the side of my neck as I gritted my teeth angrily, my palms moulding up into a fist. His eyes lowers to my hand and then back to my eyes again. I saw the hesitation in his eyes. He knew who I was and he knew he couldn't take me if he wanted to fight for his life. I knew Astrid and the other men must have gotten to the back now, and Dani was still at the front. He was completely surrounded." What do you want?! " He asked boldly, faking the bravery I knew he didn't have in him. I wanted to laugh." If you didn't know what I want, you wouldn't have been running when
For the next few couple of days Logan took me out to places and I thought he'd completely forgotten about my attempt to escape on our wedding day. Logan would make love to me tenderly, he'd drive us out to eat at the most beautiful restaurants in town, he'd show me around the city and always talk about beautiful things. He'd take me visiting bawling alleys, take me shopping till I got tired. I started to warm up to him and quickly put so many things behind us. Logan would occasionally whisper into my ear how much he loved me and I'd confess it back. Especially one of the many times he pulled me into the shower with him. The feeling was immensely overwhelming. And then, just when I'd thought he'd done too much, Logan grabs me by the arm unexpectedly at the beach he'd taken us to and inhaled my hair deeply. Then he whispered into my ears " what do I have to do to make you love me Layla? " I shuddered before spinning in his arms to face him. And for the first time in so long, I
When Logan had said he planned a date for us I'd expected him to take us to one of his very fancy restaurants that he loved to take me to. Logan loved spending money on grande things, the idea thrilled him and he was always glad whenever he could impress me with all the expensive things he buys for me and the fancy places he takes me to. But instead, he'd taken me to a small eatery set back into a wooden house facing the ocean. It's built up high on a rock, just below the ocean so people could easily get their snacks and drinks and still go down to have a swim while those who loved to sit and eat could see the view of the ocean from up here. It was beautiful. And it kinda felt Mexican. Logan loved things like this I've noted and I couldn't help loving it too. Flower pots decorated the front of this dark oak building with people walking in and out, others eating outside and some inside. Logan was being overly sweet when he pulled a chair out for me and wouldn't stop smiling at
I believed that I almost saw every side of him. But this one was new to me. Logan never forced himself on me; he never had sex with me without my consent. This wasn't sex, this was rape. " Logan stop! I don't want this!" I screamed. I tried to push him away. But he doesn't stop. He abducts my two hands and locks them in his one hand at the top of my head. And with his one hand he started to roam my body. Every part, every inch. He slides his hand down my stomach and reaches the hem of my white pants. I tried to pull my legs together but his wide body separates them further as he fully laid on top of me, letting go of my hands so he could take off my shirt. Then I started to fight him again. Logan never forced me to have sex with him. I knew he'd attempted that when he'd newly kidnapped me but he always stopped when I asked him to. But right now, he was so furious and driven by pure hate and anger I knew he wasn't going to stop if I begged him to. But I don't stop fighting. I t
I watched wide eyed as Logan provided a portable knife from his back pocket and pushed it's blade out. He leans back on top of me and traced the cold metal along my chin. I knew I had to remain still so I don't get torn with the sharp object. " Please......" I begged, my body physically vibrating. " Shhhhhh" Logan said like he was cooing to a baby. " That's not what I wanna hear, love. You don't need to beg me, you know why I'm doing this to you don't you? So you don't have to be scared of me " I simply nodded gently as I knew exactly what would happen if I disobeyed him. Whatever happened today was my fault but I didn't deserve this. Nobody deserves this drastic punishment and I knew being the Logan that he was, there was more installed for me. Logan sighed and slowly started stroking my hair. I flinched at first but I knew there was no point in defying him anymore. So I let him stroke my hair and I saw how satisfied he was that I wasn't trying to fight him anymore. Then h
Everyone wears a mask, and everyone tries to also hide the fact that they are wearing a mask. Emotions are complicated; sometimes you are angry because the person walking in front of you used to be loyal. And sometimes you are angry at yourself. You blame yourself for every ordeal that has happened to you, you blame yourself for the situation. That was how I was feeling right now. Lost and angry. As I watched my reflection on the mirror, I saw how much pounds of flesh I'd lost over the course of hours. I didn't know where this place was but judging from a couple of neon lit banners I could manage to see on our way here, I was certain this was some Asian country. Could be Thailand or Tokyo or anywhere at that. I heard Logan knocking out something back in the bedroom and it moved me. I was terrified out of my mind and did the only thing I could do to avoid any more of his wrath. I slipped out of my dress and grabbed a towel to cover myself. I took a minute to survey the closet
I didn't know where we went but we arrived there in the late evening, the clouds angry and dark. As if my day couldn't get any more worse. The ride had taken a long while and throughout we didn't say a word to each other. I kept my distance and he did too. I knew he didn't want anything to do with me. I'd proposed for this wedding and tried to run from it when he was completely into it, I wouldn't have anything to do with me either. The airplane landed and we stepped out to find a Lamborghini parked below. Logan doesn't waste time and hauled us inside. I wanted to ask him where he was taking me but decided against it. Asking him wouldn't change a thing if he planned to go kill me and dump my body in some place. And it doesn't guarantee my life either. On our way, I knew I needed to say something. He still looked angry. " Logan...." I called but he doesn't budge " Logan I'm sorry...." " Save it Layla, " he turns to me with a broad smile " we're about to have the best time of o
My fingers trembled as I stood in front of the priest, hand in Logan's as we said the vows. My voice trembled and it fascinated me a great deal that none of the people seated on all those pews could stand up and speak about how strange this wedding was. I had a bleeding nose, blood splashed across my face, my make up smeared on the wrong places and my white wedding gown was stained and dirty all over. But nobody could say anything about it, not even the priest. Of course they all knew Logan, nobody wanted to interfere or meet an early death. When we'd first walked in, I'd seen the surprise in his mother's wide eyes as she saw me. So was Elina and the rest of the family. There wasn't an outsider here except for Logan's men and so far they were all the same people. When Logan slipped his ring into my finger, I knew this was it. I felt caged for some reasons and felt it impossible to leave at this point. I knew a simple band around the finger meant nothing but I couldn't help the
I thought about changing back into my clothes but I knew Graziella would come back into the room before I'm able to do that. So I picked up the ends of the clothes and turned back to Emily. "There's a way through the parking lot inside the hotel, this way" she called and I quickly followed her. As we made our way out, I kept an eye out for Graziella, while still trying to hide my face from the rest of the few people seated around. I knew it was hard for any of Logan's men who saw me in this white dress to not recognize me. I knew he had given me all the privacy a bride to be needed before the wedding by allowing me alone here with the women. He had trusted me and never thought I'd do something like this. The people seated at the lobby threw beautiful smiles at me, some even nodded at me. They all saw a beautiful bride about to get married, they didn't know that I was there against my will and on my way to freedom. After returning their smiles, I got into the elevator with Emil
" I need your help, Emily " I told her, putting a hand over the magazine like I was pointing out a hair style to her. "I need to get out of here and you're the only one that can help me. I've been brought here against my will and I want you to help me get out " There's a moment of silence on her ends before she finally spoke. " Okay.... Are you serious about this?" She whispers, slightly looking up to see me. I nodded gently and gave her a smile so whoever was watching us from somewhere didn't catch up on what I was doing. " I'm about to be forced to get married to this man, Emily and I beg you to please help me " "Okay, what do I have to do?" " I need you to bring a car to the hotel where I'd be getting dressed for the wedding. Have it hidden and when I'm alone, I would take it and leave. Can you do that for me? Please....." " Yes.... But.... Do I call the police?" There's fear and worry in her voice. I thought about that for a moment. Calling the police was probably the