LOGAN'S POV“Since you love crossing lines. Do you want me to show you what happens when you take a step too far?” I snapped.She quickly dropped the book, her hands trembling as she faked a smile. “I brought your water,” she informed me. For some reason, her voice irritated me even more.As I glided toward her, she moved back, but I didn’t stop walking closer. She finally stopped moving when her back hit the bookshelf. Covering the space between us, I stared at her, my eyes filled with nothing but hatred and anger. She couldn't look me in the eyes—her gaze was fixed on the ground.How could she enter my library? Have I been too soft on her? Where did she get the audacity from? My mind swirled with questions as I stared at her.“I asked Nova to bring my water, not you,” I muttered, my voice low but terrifying.I expected her to quiver more, but instead, she raised her head. Our gazes locked.“I insisted on serving you the water. She has nothing to do with this,” she defended.I smirke
AMAYA'S POVThe soft click of the door closing pulled me from my thoughts. “Why did he move away from me?” I muttered to myself, trying to understand why Logan hadn’t kissed me. If he had, maybe things would’ve been different. But no, Erica—my crazy friend—keeps offering advice that only leads me into more trouble.I sighed, gazing at the disheveled living room. What happened here? An earthquake?Wasn’t there supposed to be a maid in this house? Why is it such a mess?“Madam Nova!” I called as I made my way to the kitchen, but she was nowhere to be found. Maybe she went out? I paused, thinking about Logan’s words. He had clearly told me to clean up before he came back.“He must have made Nova do this,” I muttered as realization hit me.Was I a murderer in a past life? Maybe God is punishing me for my previous life’s crime by making me cross paths with Logan. I still can’t fathom how someone could find pleasure in causing another person’s discomfort.If this is some kind of divine puni
LOGAN'S POV“Why did you hate me?”The question sounded unbelievable in my ears. Did Amaya really ask me that? She must be out of her mind.“You hurt your finger, not your brain,” I snapped. “Stop asking dumb questions.”I rolled my eyes, trying to calm my anger. How could she ask me that? After everything her father had done to my family, she still dared to ask why I hated her. Even though she was innocent of her father's crimes, she should still know her place. I was currently fighting the urge to kill her.Returning my gaze to the television, my attention was broken by Maxon, who started laughing awkwardly—obviously trying to make Amaya feel better.People often wondered how Maxon and I became friends. We were complete opposites. Maxon was cheerful, caring, and understanding. However, all his attributes contrasted with mine. I wasn't surprised by his caregiving attitude toward Amaya.“This is so funny, isn't it?” Maxon laughed, and I smirked, amused by his stupid, witty words in su
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
LOGAN'S POV“Why did you hate me?”The question sounded unbelievable in my ears. Did Amaya really ask me that? She must be out of her mind.“You hurt your finger, not your brain,” I snapped. “Stop asking dumb questions.”I rolled my eyes, trying to calm my anger. How could she ask me that? After everything her father had done to my family, she still dared to ask why I hated her. Even though she was innocent of her father's crimes, she should still know her place. I was currently fighting the urge to kill her.Returning my gaze to the television, my attention was broken by Maxon, who started laughing awkwardly—obviously trying to make Amaya feel better.People often wondered how Maxon and I became friends. We were complete opposites. Maxon was cheerful, caring, and understanding. However, all his attributes contrasted with mine. I wasn't surprised by his caregiving attitude toward Amaya.“This is so funny, isn't it?” Maxon laughed, and I smirked, amused by his stupid, witty words in su
AMAYA'S POVThe soft click of the door closing pulled me from my thoughts. “Why did he move away from me?” I muttered to myself, trying to understand why Logan hadn’t kissed me. If he had, maybe things would’ve been different. But no, Erica—my crazy friend—keeps offering advice that only leads me into more trouble.I sighed, gazing at the disheveled living room. What happened here? An earthquake?Wasn’t there supposed to be a maid in this house? Why is it such a mess?“Madam Nova!” I called as I made my way to the kitchen, but she was nowhere to be found. Maybe she went out? I paused, thinking about Logan’s words. He had clearly told me to clean up before he came back.“He must have made Nova do this,” I muttered as realization hit me.Was I a murderer in a past life? Maybe God is punishing me for my previous life’s crime by making me cross paths with Logan. I still can’t fathom how someone could find pleasure in causing another person’s discomfort.If this is some kind of divine puni
LOGAN'S POV“Since you love crossing lines. Do you want me to show you what happens when you take a step too far?” I snapped.She quickly dropped the book, her hands trembling as she faked a smile. “I brought your water,” she informed me. For some reason, her voice irritated me even more.As I glided toward her, she moved back, but I didn’t stop walking closer. She finally stopped moving when her back hit the bookshelf. Covering the space between us, I stared at her, my eyes filled with nothing but hatred and anger. She couldn't look me in the eyes—her gaze was fixed on the ground.How could she enter my library? Have I been too soft on her? Where did she get the audacity from? My mind swirled with questions as I stared at her.“I asked Nova to bring my water, not you,” I muttered, my voice low but terrifying.I expected her to quiver more, but instead, she raised her head. Our gazes locked.“I insisted on serving you the water. She has nothing to do with this,” she defended.I smirke
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
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 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'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 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,