The next three chapters will be from Logan's point of view, addressing and tying up loose ends, including his betrayal. Feel free to skip ahead to Chapter 49 if you want, but I recommend reading this section to fully understand everything.
Logan..It was a chilly evening, and Aria had assigned me work for Damon Wesley's charity event—a bartender at the indoor bar that I had constructed. Standing amidst the chatter and clinking glasses of the elite, classical music grating at my ears, I took a sip of the cocktail I had just mixed. Whenever I encountered the wealthy, something inside me bristled. How easily they lived and how they looked down upon the less fortunate."Hey X," Lucy walked up to me, her usual deviously beautiful smile on her lips."My name is Xevon. I've told you that many times," I replied, mixing another drink."I've never heard such a name, and X is easier to pronounce," Lucy said, snatching my drink and taking a sip. "Aria giving you the contract shows progress, don't you think?"Lucy had introduced herself a few days prior at her friend's wedding, where I was hired as a bartender. But her true aim was to seduce Aria so she could elope with me.A frown marred her face as she spotted her fiancé holding
Logan..My eyes widened as she kissed me, and the air around the park celebrated my victory. I had no idea what she had seen on her phone, but whatever it was, I was glad for it.“I need to use the restroom,” Aria giggled as we pulled away.As soon as she disappeared into the park, I picked up her phone and typed in her password. I had seen her enter it before, so I knew it by heart.Once her phone was unlocked, I quickly checked her text messages and social media accounts.My heart raced with the fear of being caught. I took out my phone from my pocket and started snapping photos of everything I could.While sifting through her messages, one conversation caught my eye. Aria and Damon were discussing a contract. I took pictures of their chat. After closing all the apps, I turned off the phone and slipped it back into her purse.When she returned, we walked through the park, our hands linked together, chatting until I dropped her off at Jessie’s place.****After dropping Aria off, I
The toy. “Bloody bastard.” The screech of my car tyres pierced through the bustling city as I ran my trembling hand through my brunette hair, tears pooling in my brown eyes. My heart sank from the devastating news flashing across the media: “Damon Wesley, a business mogul, engages Lucy Beckham, daughter of Beckham Construction.” The news shook the internet. Swiftly followed by brutal attacks from the media, branding me a gold digger and urging me to return to the gutters where I belonged. Reaching for my phone, I dialed Damon’s number, yet there was no response. “Is this bastard avoiding me?” I seethed, a mixed feeling of rage and heartbreak coursing through my veins. Even if it was a fake relationship, I still deserve to get a heads-up. As I arrived at Damon’s mansion, the security man intercepted. “Ma’am, I’m sorry you can’t enter. There is a celebration happening inside,” he informed. I let out a short laugh—a laugh laced with anger. “Well, tell your boss; he’d better c
The toy . I rushed into the hospital, eager to see her awake, to see her eyes, to hear her voice—details lost to memory. I pushed open the door to her room; she was laying there as peacefully as I could remember, her eyes closed. “I thought you said she was out of a coma.” I questioned the doctor by her bedside. “She experienced a setback due to brain swelling.” The doctor explained. His words squeezed my heart as I collapsed to the floor. “Who is Ariel?” The doctor asked. “Ariel is my twin sister, but she’s late.” I replied. “That’s who she asked for before slipping back into the coma,” the doctor said before exiting the room. On the floor, I laughed with tears rolling down my cheeks. Did she wake up to mock me? to tell me that no matter how hard I work, I would never meet her expectations? ***** After a week of chaos, I was relieved to focus on planning a wedding for one of our elite clients at Brey Events. The ceremony was scheduled for 5 p.m., and it was a
The CEO . . . As my father walked out of my office, I settled into my chair. “What deep sh*t did you get into? For your pops to come all the way here. Especially on a morning like this?” Zach asked, settling on the dark blue sofa in the left corner of the office. Ever since I took over the business, my father hasn’t set foot in this building. When there is an issue—which there’s barely an issue since I have been handling the business properly—he calls me to his house. So I was quite surprised to see him here today. “He came to remind me of the benefit of me and Lucy's relationship, more like to threaten me with what would happen if Lucy called off the engagement,” I finally replied. Zach replied with a slight chuckle before commenting, “Every time I see your father, I’m glad I’m fatherless.” Zach lost his father at a young age and was doted on by his mother as her only son, free to do as he pleased. I envied him. If I were him, I would have been with Binky. “You
The toy . . . It was a cool evening, casting a refreshing atmosphere. Elite members of society were seated at various tables scattered around the hall. The sound of chatter and the clinking of glasses mingled with the soft melody playing in the background, filling the room. My legs were weak and tired as I had been moving up and down, ensuring everything was perfect. This was the last place I wanted to be. A place with Damon, his fiancée, cameras, and without Jessie. It was a hell in disguise. One slip, one hint of drama—it would be splashed across every headline. Mrs. Johnson, my boss, had drilled into me to avoid any drama, especially after what had happened at my last job, where I got drunk and almost caused a scene. I was trying my utmost to avoid drama. Turning to my left, I saw Logan. I had given him the contract as he was the best at his job. As I approached him, I suddenly stopped as I saw Lucy walking up to him and engaging him in a conversation. It seemed like t
The toy. . . . The doors broke open, I froze, cameras flashing from every direction. “What happened?” “Did you attack Ms. Beckham because you are jealous?” Reporters bombarded me with questions. How could I explain that Lucy had framed me and that she did this all to herself? I could see Lucy muttering things to someone who looked like her mother. Damon stood silently, doing nothing at all. The woman approached me, fire blazing in her eyes. “How dare you ruin my daughter’s beautiful face?” Striking my face with her hand. “You are Maniac, Crazy Bitch." She struck me again. “Your daughter is the maniac." I screamed, nearly ripping my vocal cords. “She did that to herself.” “Liar.” She was about to strike a third time. Damon intervened. “Enough,” he muttered, catching her hand mid-air. “Are you picking her side over your fiancée?” Her eyes widened. “I’m not picking sides—I'm trying to de-escalate the situation.” His face was stern. “Call the security to escort h
The CEO . . . As we walked into the living room of my mansion, I grabbed Lucy by the arm and turned her to face me. "What the hell is wrong with you?" "I warned you someone was going to cry, but you chose to be stubborn," Lucy replied, laughing into the sofa and crossing her legs. She pulled a sweet from her purse and popped it into her mouth. "Did you see how she cried?" Lucy smiled, crossing her arms. The crack of the sweet between her teeth irritated my ears. "You think you can win my heart like this?" I asked. She got up and strode towards me, staring up at me. "If you think I did this to win you over, then you're pretty dumb." She cracked the sweet between her teeth again, a wide grin on her lips that I felt like slapping off. "I've tried being sweet and lovely. But that doesn't work with you. You prefer fear." She walked back to her seat. "Next time, follow her around like a thirsty man, and I'll do worse." She picked up her phone and began reading the news article