Ericka's point of view...
I stood at the grand entrance of the Dawis Mansion, its huge gates looming over me like an omen. I was angry but a bit nervous too.
This family wasn't a small family that I could stand against.
But that man had gone too far. I comforted myself. I had to do this.
My heart raced, but not from fear. It was anger—a seething rage that boiled within me, begging for release.
I clenched my fists, recalling every detail of the nightmare Logan had orchestrated. He must pay for what he did.
I would make sure of it.
I pounded on the ornate wooden door, my knuckles stinging with each knock. Before I could gather my thoughts, the door creaked open, and a handsome face popped out. I clenched my jaws together.
How dare he...!
There in front of me stood the man I wanted to kill right then and there.
Logan Dawis...!
He stood there, an ever-charming smile plastered on his infuriatingly handsome face. His dark eyes glimmered with amusement as if he’d b
