Amaya’s POV"Hug me, Amaya. It’s an order!"I froze.Did I hear that right?I replayed his words in my head, searching for another meaning, but there wasn’t one. He wanted me to hug him. Me? He wants my arms around him, the man who had tormented me since the day we met.Was this some kind of joke? A trap?I swallowed hard when I saw the glare in his eyes. No, he was serious.If he needed comfort, why couldn’t he just hug me instead of ordering me to do it?But what choice did I have?Taking a slow breath, I hesitantly lifted my arms and wrapped them around his back, feeling his head rest against my shoulder.This feels… surreal.I was actually hugging Logan.A part of me wanted to believe my plan was working, that maybe I was breaking through his icy walls. But I knew better. He wasn’t softening—he was just scared.Still, I let myself enjoy the moment. It wouldn’t last. Any second now, the cold, arrogant Logan would return.And just like that, the bus came to a stop.Logan’s head sn
LOGAN'S POV I was about to close my eyes when loud noises erupted from the living room downstairs. What the hell was happening? I sat up, trying not to fall as dizziness washed over me. I still felt a little lightheaded—I shouldn’t have ridden that cabin. Amaya won this round, but this would be the last time she ever won in her life. I could still recall her laughter in the car when she volunteered to take me into the mansion. The way she smiled… She must be having fun. I opened the door and stepped outside. Now, I could clearly hear the heated argument downstairs. Two familiar voices, both screaming. My mother. And Amaya? I rushed down the stairs, ignoring the weakness in my legs. The moment my gaze landed on the scene before me, my suspicions were confirmed—Beatrice and Amaya were pulling each other’s hair. “Shit!” I mumbled under my breath. “What the heck is going on here!” I yelled. They immediately let go of each other, both panting heavily. Their hai
AMAYA'S POV "I shouldn’t have done that."The thought kept echoing in my head, louder than Beatrice’s cruel words.Her voice had been like poison, seeping into my mind, twisting everything I believed about myself.Alfred’s daughter! She spat it like an insult, as if my very existence was disgusting. As if I had no right to even breathe in this house.I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. Why had I even argued with her? Even if she wasn't Logan's mother—she'd still be someone I shouldn't have cross path with. The fact that she knew Logan, I should have feared her. But I didn’t and complicate more issues. Now, she will be staying with us, the unjust treatment will be multipled in the number of my age.Regret washed over me like ice. What had I done?In my remorseful moment, Logan appeared. I had brace myself up for his usual yells and insult, and even order me to go back inside and remind me of my place. Instead, he sat beside me in the garden, his voice calm as he as
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'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 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 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 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 POVThe bossy, dominant man... is scared of injections?!"You’re scared?" I blurted out, surprise written all over my face.For a moment, I regretted asking—but then again, I needed to. How could he be scared of needles?Logan rolled his eyes. "I’d like to correct that. I wasn’t scared. I’m just not interested in what weak people take. I’m not like them." He hissed."I’m really sorry for the confusion, Mr. Wellington," the doctor apologized and finally left the room.I kept staring at Logan. His face was tight with irritation. Of course he’d be pissed. He carried himself like some untouchable god—yet here he was, scared of needles. I wasn’t even surprised at his response. I already knew he’d find a way to cover the crack."What did my mum say to you back then?" Logan asked, his tone calm, almost grim.He’s going there. The conversation I’m not ready for."Can we talk about this later?" I asked, silently praying he’d agree."Why should we postpone something this important? I’m
AMAYA’S POVA smile escaped my lips as my gaze wandered around the flowers. I was in a garden, my white pleated skirt flowing as I twirled in the soft breeze. My feet danced on the grass like a child’s—light and free.Was this what heaven felt like?Peaceful. Beautiful. No pain.But just as I reached for a daisy, the colors began to fade. The sky turned gray. The scent of flowers vanished. A cold wind blew through the trees, and suddenly, I wasn’t dancing anymore. I was falling.Then, I heard it. A voice that reminded me I had no peace."Amaya!"That’s Logan.My cruel husband.A reminder of my cruel fate.I gasped, choking on the air as my eyes fluttered open. Everything was white. Too white. The beeping sound beside me was harsh—sharp, real.I blinked, trying to process where I was. Slowly, I moved my gaze around the socket and—bang!I got it.I wasn’t in Heaven.I was still alive. In the hospital.There’s really no end to this cruel life."Are you feeling okay?" I heard a masculine
LOGAN'S POVThe headlights cut through the night, but they barely illuminated the road ahead. Everything felt like a blur—rushed, chaotic, frantic. The only thing clear was the woman beside me, slumped against the seat, her skin ashen, her breathing shallow and ragged.Amaya.No, not her. Not like this.My hands gripped the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, but it wasn’t enough to still the anxiety clawing at my chest.If I had called the ambulance, it would have taken longer. I'd rather spend less time and drive her myself.In five minutes, I drove into the hospital. I quickly stepped out of my car and carried her inside."An emergency? Here, please," a nurse directed, and I placed Amaya on a bed."Where the heck is the doctor? Are you just going to stay here and watch her die?" I snapped."The doctor is right..."The nurse paused when a man in a white lab coat entered. "I will assess the patient," he said and strode over to Amaya, checking her pulse."You have to l
LOGAN'S POVI stared at Amaya's back as she walked out of the ward.I smirked, trying to control the tears threatening to burst out. I even sniffed, pretending to cry, but she only paused briefly before continuing to walk away.I don't even know why I wanted to cry. Maybe it’s because Beatrice is in the CPR room, fighting for her life all because I chose Amaya—or maybe it's because Amaya has been acting distant since she woke up. Why can’t I just order her to stop? I was practically begging for her attention with the way I sniffed.I sighed as my mum’s words replayed in my mind. “You are in love with her!”No.I can never be in love with a woman like Amaya. She deserves nothing but my wrath.I was jolted out of my thoughts when Maxon entered.I had called him earlier and explained everything to him. After my mum, he's the only one who understands me.I stared at him as he strode over."You’re really the worst. How could you do that to your mum, all because of a woman?" Maxon snapped,
AMAYA'S POVSlowly, I opened my eyes, scanning the room. I was in the hospital.I tried to recall what had happened before I ended up here, but my mind felt as drained as my body. Weakness weighed me down.Then—bang!Beatrice had driven me to an ocean and pushed me in when I refused to give in.FLASHBACK"Who the hell do you think you are?" Beatrice’s voice dripped with authority and disdain. She stared at me, waiting, but I had no response. She had always known me as Alfred’s daughter—there was no need for introductions.“I know why you’re around Logan, confusing him, playing the clueless wife because you don’t know why he married you. He maltreated you before, didn’t he?" Beatrice smiled, her tone laced with mockery.Slowly, I lifted my head and met her gaze. Now, I was interested. I had always wanted to know—why had Logan married me? Why had he been treating me so cruelly?I shook my head, denying her words, and she let out a short laugh before her face returned to a stern expressi
LOGAN'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