All Chapters of Entangled in the Ceo's Arms : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Logan Miley had just finished a phone call with our children. My business here is concluded, but she insists on waiting, as grandma and the twins are out shopping. Once that's over, we will pick them up. So, I sat down on the couch, and she leaned into me. I wrapped my arms around her waist, which seems to vanish a little more as our child grows. Miley: Did you hear? Everyone at the office calls me Mrs. Pierce rather than Hales. They seem to think the wedding went through despite the mishap- it makes her happy. I watched her smile all morning as they greeted her, using my Surname. I like it too. "I hope it were true, that you were already my wife, mine and only mine." Miley: I want that too. Why wait when we can still do it?- She grinned, looking at me. What does she mean we can still do it? Obviously, she'll be my husband very soon. Miley: Logan Pierce, will you marry me tomorrow? -This caught me off guard. The plan was to wait until our child was born; l wou

Logan Indeed, our marriage hasn't seen any pronounced shifts; title or not, my love for her would grow with each passing day.Should there be a distinct difference, it's that her whims and cravings have magnified, paralleling the growth of her belly-we three are delighted to indulge her. The downside: Miley has evolved acertain softness towards the twins. It's not just spoiling and pampering; nor am I jealous, but I wish my omega would draw closer to me as well.Spotting the silver lining, this time can solely be classified as idyllic.I get to cherish my family, my little princess,and Jaden, so smart and mature. Watching our pup grow incrementally in Miley's womb, and being there for them, I wouldn't alter a thing.Well, perhaps one-leaving for the office right now. Miley insists I shouldn't fret, but our child's birth is in four days; naturally, I want to be here should anything arise.Stuck in a tedious meeting with Draco and some associates-if that term even applies -I've spent

Miley stood frozen at the front door, staring at the woman who had once been her mother, the woman who had never once stepped forward in her defense. The room felt suffocating, the weight of the years and all the unspoken words pressing down on her chest. It had been 13 years since she had last seen her mother, and now, after all that time, here she was—standing in her home, asking for forgiveness. Her mother, once vibrant and full of energy, now looked older, tired, and desperate. Her hands trembled as she held them out, as if pleading for Miley’s compassion. “Miley, please… I know I’ve wronged you, but I need you to hear me out. I want to apologize. I know it’s been too long, but I’ve only just come to realize the truth about that night. I was misled, and I was too blind to see what was really happening.” Miley’s heart twisted painfully, but she didn’t allow herself to soften. It had taken her mother over a decade to come to her senses, to even bother to learn what had truly h

Logan’s POV We had just gotten back from our trip, and I could see how much Miley had relaxed during our time away. The kids were in high spirits, too, still talking about their treehouse adventures, and for the first time in a long while, Miley’s smile seemed genuine. It was like the vacation had given us all a reset we desperately needed. When we pulled into the driveway, I noticed Aiden’s car parked in front of the house. He and Nathan must’ve been waiting for us to get back. I couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the sight. Aiden wasn’t exactly the type to pop over without a reason. “Looks like we have company,” I said to Miley, who was just about to open the door. She gave a small sigh. “I wonder what this is about.” We both got out of the car, and the kids immediately bolted toward the door, eager to tell Aiden and Nathan all about their trip. Miley and I exchanged a look before following them inside. --- Aiden and Nathan were sitting in the living room, talking with th

Aiden’s POV The week leading up to our honeymoon had been a whirlwind of wedding celebrations, family gatherings, and finalizing every last detail. Nathan and I were finally able to slip away for a much-needed break. It was the first time in years I’d felt like I could truly breathe, and I intended to make the most of it. The sun was setting as we boarded our private jet, the cabin filled with the soft hum of the engines. Nathan was already reclining in his seat, a peaceful smile on his face, as if he, too, was finally allowing himself to relax. The plan was simple: a secluded island, a luxurious resort, no distractions, no stress. Just us. “Can you believe we’re finally doing this?” Nathan asked, glancing over at me with that familiar grin that made my heart skip a beat. I chuckled, reaching over to take his hand. “I can’t. It feels surreal, like everything is finally falling into place.” As we flew over the ocean, the city lights below slowly faded, and the endless expanse of