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
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
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 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,
LOGAN'S POVI smiled as the funny scene of Amaya trying to run replayed in my head. What was she thinking? That would she would escape? She must be a joker because there is no ending to this. I had planned on making the Alfred family suffer for years, and finally, I had their daughter all to myself. I smiled, grabbing my phone from the car's dashboard. I dug into her personal life and found out she's not working in her father's company; she's a partner with a friend. I need to make her financially unstable. I sent some messages to Mr. Walton, who happens to be her boss. He did not think twice before agreeing to my condition to get her sacked and get his work promoted. Power is indeed the best weapon!I increased my speed, my grip on the wheel getting tighter as I drove down to my mother's mansion. What kind of mother refused to show up on her son's wedding day? When others are choosing a normal, caring mother, I choose a psycho.I halted my car after carefully parking in the lot a
AMAYA’S POV The next morning, my eyes flickered open. Sleep had defeated me last night, and thanks to that, I am feeling better; the cold and body ache are gone. Nova gave me some pills yesterday. I am grateful there’s still one person that cares about me in this strange house. I sighed, thinking how my life changed drastically, with my future crumbling. I wasn’t married to a handsome rich man. He was a demon! I pushed myself upright; his emotionless question echoed in my ears, a cruel reminder that I had made the wrong choice. A lump formed in my throat as his devilish smile flashed in my mind. My eyes welled up with tears, but I forced myself to stay composed. Crying wouldn’t help. Pressing my lips together, I silenced the sobs threatening to break free. Grabbing my phone, I fought the impulse to call my dad and tell him everything. What would I even say? That my boss fired me over a sudden letter, delivered without a shred of decency? That my so-called husband is hell-bent on
LOGAN POVAs I glided towards the magnificent company, a sense of pride swelled within me. "Did I build this?" I asked myself, and my inner voice responded with a confident "Yes." The response brought a smile to my face as memories of my journey flooded in. I owed it all to my mum, whose unwavering support had been my foundation, and to Maxon, my best friend and partner in this vision, now overseas for business. Together, we had turned a dream into this masterpiece.A wave of accomplishment swept through me as I looked up at the towering building. Its sleek glass and steel exterior shimmered in the sunlight, a perfect reflection of the journey that brought me here.I stepped out of the elevator, my shoes clinking sounds saving the hallway from enveloping into silence. Camilla, my secretary, trailed behind me, trying her best to remain unnoticed. One thing about me is that I detested noisy areas; my workers knew this, which is why they only bowed when they saw me. I'd respond whenever
AMAYA'S POVThe moment my lips landed on his, realization hit me like a slap. I kissed Logan! I kissed the devil. Slowly, I moved away from him as my mind whirled back to when Erica said a kiss is the best way to seduce a man. I had been thinking about that, but I never thought I’d be foolish enough to actually do it.I glanced at Logan. His evil smirk made me quiver in fear. There’s no way he won’t punish me for this, and I’m ready for any punishment—I was the stupid one. Why the heck did I kiss him? Why? Maybe it was the memory of his strawberry taste on our wedding day. I must have been eager to kiss him again, and now here I am, having kissed him and implicated myself.Gazing at the ground, my heartbeat increased. His silence was killing me. He should say something already. It was as if he heard my thoughts.“You really kissed me,” he muttered, his voice low and cruel.I already knew I was in trouble, but the tension building up shattered when the door creaked open. My eyes flicke
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