As I was heading downstairs I hear voices in Ace's study at first I thought it was one of the girls Ace was cheating on me with but then that thought quickly went away when the door of his study opened and revealed the arrogant jerk. It's a wonder I don't even know his name yet I've been running into him. He was wearing a navy blue suit and it just stuck on him like glue and I'm not going to lie he looked good in it.Before I could look away his eyes met mine and to my surprise he didn't look surprised when he saw me."And who might this be." he asks Ace, that's when Ace finally acknowledged my presence by looking at me."Oh that's my wi-""No let her introduce herself to me."That's when Ace looked at me giving me a dirty look, that's when that man made his way over to me."I'm Logan Blakk." he says extending his arm towards me I just looked at it then I looked at Ace then back to Logan and I extended my hand towards him hesitantly but I shaked it nonetheless.His hand was warm and it
"Izzy I thought I fucking told you that you are not to fucking go anywhere without my permission." I look at him in disbelief."You can't keep me locked up in here like a fucking dog Ace."That's when he made his way over to me and grabbed my elbow yanking me towards him."you are hurting me!" but he ignores me how classical.He just continues yanking me towards him but I keep on resisting."Ace stop it!""Ace!" tears were swelling in my eyes."The lady told you to fucking let her go." a voice booms and that's when Ace pauses and we both look back to see that it's Logan."Who the fuck let him in?!" Ace yells but everybody just looks down. I was also confused I didn't know where he came from. It's like he appeared from thin air."The lady asked you to let her go." he repeats his voice holding so much authority."Stay out of this, this is between my wife and I." he says narrowing his eyes at Logan."Let her go." he says this time moving closer to us."P-please Mr Blakk he is right it's j
"I asked you a fucking question what the fuck did you tell him?" I could see he was getting angrier by the second as he took deeper breaths and his nose was flaring."I didn't say anything Ace" i try to say in a calm voice but i failed as my voice cracked."Then how the fuck does he know about your fucking bruises.""You showed him didn't you? You bitch!""Ace the bruises are on my arms of course he will see them for goddness sakes they are clearly visible." I say while showing him my arm."And what the fuck were you doing with him locked up here?""I hope you haven't forgotten that you are my fucking wife." trust me Ace im constantly reminded of that i could not forget it even if i wanted to. "Im fucking talking to you Izzy" i could see him breathing heavily, his nose flaring i just stood there waiting for the blow to come but it never came to my suprise he just left. i just heard the door slam shut and i felt tears running down my face, i could feel myself shaking. The most fucked
" i think its better we talk in my study father." he says in a calm and composed manner. "d-" " just follow me" he cuts his father off before he could continue. His dad wanted to say something but the look Ace gave him made him swallow his words. "alright." thats when they started walkig towards Ace's study but then Ace stopped and looked at his mom. " not you mother." his mom just nodded it was like she was used to being dismissed so this is how the Anderson men treat their women because his father did not defend his wife after Ace dismissed her. Thats when the two disappeared into the study and now i was left with both his mom and sister, and oh lord if looks could kill i would be six feet under with the look the sister was giving me i mean i am not surprised she never liked me. "Hello dear." she gives me a warm smile. "Hi mrs Anderson." i say returning the smile. " so you are the woman that stole my son away from me." the smile no longer there i was so confused the warmth i
The next day it’s basically the same routine all over again. I wake up, eat my breakfast, hardly see Ace and if I did see him he just ignores me. At first it hurt but now I’m used to it at least if I try to ignore him I won’t get beaten or yelled at. I had just gotten out of the shower and i found myself looking at the mirror i could not recognise the person i was staring at. Oh God i had lost so much weight, i could literally count my ribs through my skin, my eyes looked so dull, the sparks that they once held gone. I felt like crying but no tears would come out. I heard voices downstairs and they just kept on getting louder and louder. I found myself moving towards the source of the noise. When i get there im surprised when i see Ace arguing with Mr Blakk. " Think about my offer, you have less than 12 hours to decide or all your dirty laudry gets out to the world." Mr Blakk says to Ace. Who looked very angry i wonder what dirty laundy he is talking about. It happened so suddenly
Beep! Beep! Beep! " Is she going to be okay doctor?" i hear a voice ask but i could not make out who said that. " Oh my sweet girl please wake up." the person starts crying i tried to open my eyes but i could not. I felt myself slipping off. I kept hearing people speak but i could not reply, i was just surrounded by darkness. ************************** " You can't leave me like this Izzy, who the fuck am i going to spill my tee to, like girl you know that you the only one that gets me, so wake the fuck up." Ron says while hugging me. " I might as well die with the way you are squeezing me." i say in my head. " Izzy?!" Ron asks me. "mhh." i feel myself slipping off again. " no no, stay with me girl don't leave me." he tries to urge me. " let me go call the doctor." Two minutes later he returns with the doctor. "I hear that you are awake young lady." that's when i fully open my eyes fully taking in my surrounding. "Where am i?" i ask, my throat was so sore, suddenly i felt
Izzy's days in the hospital became a blur of check-ups, physical therapy sessions, and moments of deep introspection. Each passing day brought both a sense of healing and an underlying dread of the unknown. The text message haunted her thoughts, and despite the comfort of her family's presence, she couldn't shake off the fear that her past was far from over.The first morning after receiving the message, Izzy was startled awake by the sound of her heart monitor beeping rapidly. She sat up abruptly, clutching her chest, and took deep breaths to calm herself. The pain in her ribs reminded her to move slowly, so she settled back into her pillows, trying to focus on the present."Good morning, sunshine!" Ron's cheerful voice broke through her anxious thoughts as he entered the room carrying a tray of breakfast."Ron, you shouldn't have," Izzy said, managing a weak smile. "Hospital food is bad enough without you having to suffer through it too.""Hey, someone's got to make sure you eat," R
Izzy sat in her hospital bed, staring at the blank walls, her mind racing with questions and fears. She knew Ace was still out there, and the thought of him finding her again made her shudder. The pain in her stomach was a constant reminder of the abuse she had suffered. Despite the support of her family and Ron, she felt a gnawing sense of vulnerability. In a luxurious penthouse overlooking the city, Logan Blakk, known in the underworld as the Don, reviewed the latest reports from his network. Logan was a shadowy figure, feared and respected in equal measure. His empire was built on loyalty and ruthless efficiency, and he took a particular interest in those he deemed under his protection. Logan leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing as he read the details about Izzy. He had been monitoring her situation closely ever since Ace’s abuse had come to his attention. The thought of anyone harming her ignited a fury within him that he hadn’t felt in years. She was a woman who had un
**Logan's POV**The moment I stepped out of her apartment, the evening air did little to cool the fire in my veins. I needed to shake off the effect she had on me. **Isabella.** She was a distraction—a dangerous one. I hated the way she had gotten under my skin, but there was no denying it. This little game was getting more intense with each passing second. As I drove back to my place, I replayed the events of the evening. Her defiance, the way she looked at me when she thought I couldn’t see her. That damn spark in her eyes that made me want to both crush her and protect her all at once. But I didn’t have time for this now.Danny was waiting when I arrived. My second-in-command was leaning against the wall near the door, a cigarette hanging from his lips. “You’re late, boss,” he muttered, flicking the cigarette away and crushing it under his boot. His eyes darted toward me, reading my mood. "You good?"“Where is he?” I barked, ignoring his question. Danny nodded, understanding the s
The evening was quiet as Isabella hummed softly, chopping vegetables in her kitchen, the warm smell of lasagna filling the small space. She had been looking forward to a peaceful night alone, just her and her homemade dinner. That’s when a sharp knock echoed through the house, interrupting the quiet.Isabella paused, the knife still in her hand. She glanced at the clock. 5:30 pm. Who would be visiting at this time? Wiping her hands on a dish towel, she moved to the front door. When she opened it, there was no one there—just a large package sitting on her doorstep, wrapped in elegant blue paper and tied with a bow. Her eyes darted up and down the street. Nothing. Not a single person in sight. A slight frown formed on her face as she bent down, hesitating for a moment before picking up the box and bringing it inside. She set it on the kitchen counter, curiosity bubbling inside her.“What the hell is this?” she muttered to herself as she pulled the bow loose and carefully unwrapped the
Logan’s pulse hammered in his ears as he pinned her against the door, his large hands gripping Isabella’s arms tightly enough to hold her in place but not enough to hurt her. His lips crashed onto hers without thinking, the need to possess her overriding every rational thought. It wasn’t supposed to be like this—he wasn’t supposed to lose control. Not with her. But the moment her lips met his, every ounce of cold, calculated restraint shattered. She tasted like trouble and he hated it. Hated the way his body responded to her, hated the fire that ignited between them the second he touched her. He wasn’t the type of man to be moved by women, especially not someone like Isabella. "Get her out of your system," Logan’s mind growled. "This is just sexual frustration. It’s nothing more." But as his hand slipped up her thigh, gripping the soft skin under her dress, he felt her body tremble, not with desire but with fear. Panic. The second his fingers brushed the thin fabric of her underwea
The stillness of the night enveloped Izzy as she abruptly woke up, her mind hazy and disoriented. The quiet of the house almost seemed oppressive, the ticking of the clock on her nightstand magnifying the deafening silence that wrapped around her. She blinked several times, trying to shake off the grogginess, and slowly the events of earlier that evening came rushing back. Logan’s touch. His lips on hers. The possessive way he held her against the door. The intensity of the kiss that had left her breathless and vulnerable. She sat up in bed, heart racing as she thought about it. Embarrassment flushed her cheeks as she recalled the way she had let herself melt into the moment, how easily she had given in to the heat between them. But then… then she had panicked. The second his hand had started to trail up her dress, her body froze, not in desire but in fear. That old, familiar fear that Ace had burned into her. "Ace," she whispered under her breath, feeling a cold shudder ripple thr
Izzy stood at the bus stop, her eyes scanning the street, lost in thought about her conversation with Ron earlier. She had managed to avoid most of his questions about Logan, but she knew it wasn’t the end. Ron would pry more—it was in his nature. But the truth? She couldn't tell him that. Not about Logan being "D." Not about the threats. Not about what she'd seen Logan do.A sleek black car pulled up in front of her, snapping her back to the present. The tinted window rolled down, and Logan’s sharp, dark eyes locked onto hers from the driver’s seat.“Get in,” he said flatly, his voice leaving no room for argument.Her pulse quickened, and she took a step back, shaking her head. "I’m walking."Logan’s gaze hardened, his fingers tapping the steering wheel with a dangerous kind of patience. “Isabella,” he said slowly,the way he said her name sent shivers down her spine"I’m not asking. If you don’t get in the car, I’ll make you. And I don’t think you want that."Her heart skipped a beat,
Izzy sat cross-legged on her bed, idly flipping through a magazine while Ron lounged across from her, leaning against a pile of pillows. They had been hanging out for the better part of the afternoon, their usual banter filling the room with lighthearted chatter. But Ron was never one to miss an opportunity to dig into something that intrigued him.He glanced at her, then narrowed his eyes playfully. “Okay, spill it. How exactly do you know Logan? And don’t give me that ‘he just showed up’ nonsense.”Izzy felt her stomach flip, her fingers suddenly tightening on the edges of the magazine. She had been expecting this conversation—Ron was way too curious to just let it slide—but that didn’t make it any easier to navigate. How could she explain any of it without revealing too much?She put the magazine down, trying to maintain a neutral expression. “We just kind of... crossed paths.”Ron sat up straighter, his eyes gleaming with interest. “Crossed paths? Izzy, that guy came running to yo
Izzy entered the college campus with a mix of relief and anxiety. The bright morning sun illuminated the quad where students milled about, their voices a comforting background hum. She spotted her friend—Ron standing with Megan, and Josh—gathered under a large oak tree near the fountain. Ron, always the center of attention with his animated stories, had a crowd of students laughing along with him.As Izzy approached, Ron’s eyes lit up with recognition. “Hey, look who’s finally graced us with her presence! Did you get lost on a secret adventure or something?”Megan and Josh turned their attention to her, their smiles fading into expressions of concern. “Hey, Izzy,” Megan said, her voice gentle. “We were starting to worry. You disappeared pretty quickly the other night.”Izzy forced a smile, trying to push away the shadows of recent events. “Yeah, it’s been a bit of a whirlwind. I had to... deal with some stuff.”Josh leaned forward, his curiosity evident. “Deal with what? You’ve got us
Izzy descended the stairs, her head still throbbing from the events of last night. As she reached the lower level, she found Logan in the foyer, engaged in conversation with a group of well-dressed men. Their gazes fell on her immediately, and she felt a rush of discomfort under their scrutiny. One of the men, a tall figure with slicked-back hair and a designer suit, eyed her with a smirk. “Well, look who’s up,” he said, his tone condescending. “Feeling better, I hope?”Another man, stockier with a grizzled face, looked her up and down with a smirk. “She doesn’t look too great. Seems like she had quite a night.”A third man, with a neatly trimmed beard and a cocky attitude, leaned in and whispered to his companions, “Did you see the way she was dressed last night? Talk about making an impression.”Izzy felt her face flush with embarrassment. She wanted to retreat, but Logan’s presence was a stern reminder that there was nowhere to hide.Logan’s expression darkened as he noticed their
Izzy woke with a start, her eyes fluttering open to an unfamiliar room bathed in soft morning light. She blinked a few times, trying to make sense of where she was. The bed beneath her was large, luxurious, and far too comfortable to be her own. As she attempted to sit up, a sharp pain shot through her temples, forcing her to groan and lay her head back down on the pillow.Her mind was foggy, the events of the previous night a blur. She closed her eyes, trying to piece together what had happened. There had been a party… her friends… dancing… then the guy—her body tensed at the memory of him, his hands on her, pulling her into that room. Tears welled up in her eyes as the details came flooding back, a sickening knot forming in her stomach as she remembered what he had tried to do. And then, Logan. He had come for her. Saved her.Logan.The thought of him made her heart pound in a way she didn’t want to acknowledge. She remembered how safe she had felt in his arms, the way her fear had