All Chapters of The Billionaire Revenge Contract : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

LOGAN'S POV“Let’s have breakfast,” I uttered, staring at Amaya, who also stared back.Why is she looking at me like that? Is she doubting my generosity?“It’s not a choice, it’s an order. You must have breakfast.” I muttered, snapping her out of her thoughts. She slowly sat on the bed, unable to stop gazing at me. I didn’t find it uncomfortable—I knew exactly how shocked she must have felt. The same person who made her lick spilled coffee is now calling her for breakfast.Yeah, it happens. I have a master’s degree in confusion. I graduated as the best student. Confusion is something I can cause freely.“Did you make breakfast?” Amaya asked in her usual soft, timid voice.“Who else would make it? Nova isn’t at home. Come downstairs,” I replied, shutting the door before walking back to the dining room. I sat on the chair, impatiently waiting for Amaya.After a few minutes, she appeared, her movements deliberate as she sat far away from me. I chuckled. Did I become a devil overnight? I

LOGAN’S POV I walked to my room to change my dress. I never knew she was a designer. The picture of me that she was designing was hilarious, but it represents talent.Although I did not appreciate whatever talent she is claiming to have. Instead of appreciating her, I want to crush her self-esteem and make her doubt herself in what she is doing. I smirked at my own devilish thoughts.As I pulled off my jacket, my phone rang, piercing the silence in the room. It was Maxon; I knew what he wanted to say. He wants to ask me why I wasn’t at work; he must have found it confusing since I am not the type of man to put work aside, even if it’s the weekend.Picking up the call, Maxon’s voice rang through the room. “Where the heck are you? Are you not feeling well?” He asked, his tone devoid of genuine concern.I took off my T-shirt. “I am busy with my wife.” His sarcastic laughter echoed through the speaker. His reaction earned a smirk from me, but I continued getting dressed. “You’re fallin

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

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

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