“Why are you doing this? What did I ever do to you?!” Amaya screamed, tears rushing from her eyes. Logan, standing by the window, smiled. “Your existence. The crime you committed is being your father’s daughter,” he replied, his eyes glinting with amusement. “How could that be a crime?” Amaya mumbled, pain evident in her voice. Logan’s expression darkened. “Your father owes me, and you are simply paying the price. Don’t complain.” He expected a response, but she remained silent. Gliding closer, Logan grabbed her hair with full force. “You can’t die now, Amaya. This is only the beginning.” ____ Logan, blinded by revenge, used Amaya to make her suffer for her father’s sins. Yet, somewhere along the way, he fell for her. Just when he let go of his hatred, she betrayed him. One moment, she was his wife, his possession. The next, she was gone—standing beside another man, tearing his world apart. His power, his wealth, everything he built—shattered. Now, he's out for vengeance again—a battle between him and the woman he loves. Did Amaya truly betray him, or was Logan blind to a greater deception?
View MoreLOGAN'S POVA sense of relief washed over me as I felt the audience believed everything we said. I couldn't help but admire Amaya—without her, I would have handled this in a violent and reckless way.My greatest fear is watching my business crumble. I refuse to be put in a helpless position. I won’t let history repeat itself. I won’t relive the nightmare of having nothing.Besides, my business is the only thing I can say I built on my own. The only success I accomplished.Losing it would be the death of me.Then there’s Camilla.That bastard went ahead and released the pictures I warned her not to post. Now, she’ll face my wrath. I thought I had eliminated every trace by taking her phone and laptop, but clearly, she had backups.I’ll deal with her later.For now, I have a bigger problem.The conference finally ended. Reporters stood up, shouting questions, but we answered none as security escorted us out. Then, amidst the crowd, my gaze landed on a familiar figure.Wait… that's Beatri
AMAYA'S POVThe moment those words left my mouth, I realized I had been cursed. There must be a witch out there who hates me and has decided to use me as a vessel for self-destruction.The truth is, I had been thinking about Logan since he kissed me and left this morning, but I never expected myself to say something that crazy out loud.I don’t think I’m the cursed one, though—my mind is. I’ve been rehearsing how I was going to ask him to kiss me again since morning.I was trying to remind myself of the reality of my marriage, but his cruelty isn’t lingering.I guess even the angels want me to suffer.I tilted my head, trying to get a better view of Logan’s expression.He was smirking.That alone proved how doomed I was. At least a man should act surprised for once. I had never seen Logan caught off guard. He was always ready for any words or actions.“I’m sure you didn’t make a mistake. You really want it,” Logan said with a wink, closing the space between us.I swallowed hard. The t
LOGAN'S POV The moment Camilla hugged me, I knew I had made a mistake. I realized Beatrice wasn't just being controlling, she had saved me when she instructed me to come back home. I can't believe Camilla is here, causing a scene over a kiss—over a night that never even happened. I pushed her off slightly and glanced at Amaya. Her expression was unmistakable—hurt and heartbroken—but I wasn’t ready to dwell on her emotions. In a swift motion, I glided closer to Amaya, grabbed her waist, and crushed my lips against hers. She froze. I could see the shock in her eyes. Instead of breaking the kiss, I pulled her even closer, pushing my tongue inside her mouth. But just as she was about to reciprocate… I stopped, stepping away from her. “I’ll see you when I’m back.” I winked. Gliding to the door, I shifted my gaze to Camilla, who was obviously stunned and absentminded. “Meet me in the car,” I ordered before leaving the house. Outside, I slid into my car, and within seconds
AMAYA'S POV“Shut it! I don’t freaking care,” Logan snapped at me before walking back upstairs.I furrowed my brows, confusion colliding with curiosity.Earlier, Maxon had claimed Logan decided not to go to work because of his wife. Does he have another wife somewhere else? Or… is Maxon saying he’s been skipping work because of me?The craziest part was when Logan accused me of letting Maxon treat my wound. The only reason a man would react that way is jealousy. I’ve seen countless actors act like that when they’re jealous someone is close to their lover.But jealousy? That seems impossible. Logan can never be jealous. He isn’t human—he lacks feelings. Just like the way he’s tormented me for months."He saved you from the hands of a real devil!" my inner voice screamed. The memory of Logan lifting the table from my head and arguing with his mother flashed through my mind.Even in my tough situation, I couldn’t help but smile.He looked so cool.Oh no!What the heck am I doing?Shaking
LOGAN'S POVStaring out the window, the beautiful view and cool breeze made me feel as if I had no worries. But the terrifying person beside me made sure I didn't dwell on that peace of mind for long.I turned to glance at Beatrice. The stern look on her face made it obvious she was still angry.I wasn’t angry anymore—I was just frustrated.This wasn’t how I had planned my revenge on Amaya. I couldn’t believe I had acted that way just because I saw her being punished. I had never defended anyone like that before. The last time I did was for my ex-girlfriend, who was being threatened by a senior student.Now, Amaya is making me do things without thinking.The car ride pulled me back to reality—a reality filled with confusion. Why did I react that way when Amaya was being punished? And most importantly, what in the world is my mum doing?I understand that she was heartbroken and that revenge was the only thing that could heal her. But she shouldn't get so immersed in it that she turns i
AMAYA'S POV“Stop being clumsy, Mrs. Wellington. I’ll be back.” Logan’s words echoed in my ear as he placed me on the couch.The soft click of the door pulled me back to reality.He is gone.My confusing husband is gone.Staring at the door, I couldn’t even focus on the pain in my arm. It hurt like hell, but my heart hurt even more.What have I gotten myself into?A loveless marriage where they resent my father.Beatrice’s words echoed in my ears, and for a moment, I felt like ending it all. Crying wouldn’t solve anything. No matter how I looked at it, I was being punished. That was the reason I was married into this family.My trembling fingers tangled and untangled as my mind drifted back to yesterday—when Logan helped me treat my wound.I should have told him where the real wound was. I should have told him my heart was bleeding. I should have asked him to mend it.But that moment of foolishness led to what I deserved this morning—a cruel punishment from my mother-in-law because I
LOGAN’S POV“Okay, sir,” Amaya responded again, and I almost laughed, but I controlled myself. I couldn’t burst out laughing in front of her. I had to keep my composure.I was surprised that such a simple word—"sir"—amused me. Maybe it was the way she said it, overly dramatic. But why did it make me feel better?I should be angry. My mother really tested my patience today. If I had lost control, I might have killed her.I can’t believe she’s been trailing me all this time. She has some crazy informants feeding her information about my whereabouts.And I’m sure she’s not using humans to track me. It has to be some high-tech surveillance—some insane scientist’s invention. If it were a human following me, I would’ve sensed it long ago.I clearly told her to stop spying on me. But her response made me regret ever having her as a mother.She told me to sleep with Amaya, and if I did, she’d stop watching me.What kind of mother forces her grown son into something like that?I already told h
AMAYA'S POVI sat on the bed weakly as Logan left the room.Did he just see my nakedness?No. No. No.He was staring at me. He even collected the towel from me.He saw it. Everything."Arrgh!" I screamed, grabbing a pillow. I hurled it toward the door.Logan’s mother.I gasped, covering my mouth with my palm. The reckless human-being award goes to me. What if Logan's mother heard me scream and decided to cut my hair bald?I need to be careful. Especially since his mother is here with us.I sighed, trying to push the thought of Logan’s lingering stare out of my head, but it refused to fade. The way he had looked at me... he seemed lost.I thought he was the one who should be tempted by my body, but I was the one left in shock. His eyes... those eyes of his looked so dark and unreadable, yet they carried a strange intensity."Stop this. He is your enemy," I muttered to myself, shaking my head.I needed to get Logan out of my thoughts.Walking over to the closet, I scanned through the d
LOGAN'S POVI took in the scene before me, my mouth dropping in shock."Whoa! Our Amaya certainly is full of surprises," I exclaimed, clapping my hands dramatically.She quickly grabbed a towel, about to cover herself, but I snatched it from her grip, dropping it to the floor with a smirk."What's going on?" Amaya dazedly mumbled, her face flushed in embarrassment."Aren't couples supposed to do this? Why aren't we?" I teased, moving closer.She swallowed hard, avoiding my gaze as her eyes averted to the floor. Her arms clutched her chest, but it did little to hide her—round, perky, tempting bøøbs.I stared longer than I should have. Just as I was about to lose control, I grabbed the towel from the floor and draped it over her shoulders.“Dress up, Amaya.” I winked before walking away.I could feel her scowl burning into my back, but I didn't care. If I turned around now, I'd surely do something I'd regret.As I descended the stairs, my mother's words echoed in my head, and I couldn't
AMAYA POV The colorful grandeur and cheerful screams echoing across the hall contrasted sharply with the heaviness in my chest. The elegant decorations, neatly arranged tables, and the warm, inviting scent filling the air—all of it felt cold and suffocating to me. To everyone else, this is a union of powerful families, a symbol of love and prosperity. To me, it was nothing more than a sacrifice. I repositioned my veil, my shaking fingers lightly touching the silky material, and turning my head to look at my groom, my gaze met the groom positioned at the aisle's end. His tall frame stood confidently in a black tuxedo, exuding strength and authority. Even from a distance, his presence felt overwhelming. When my gaze finally met his face, my breath hitched. God of compassion… Is this really the man I’m marrying? His name, Logan, felt too simple for someone who looked like that. If names reflected appearances, he should have been called Prince. His features were impossibly sharp, ...
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