45 Days with Logan
"PAPILLON!!!"
His scream ripped through the house as his fist slammed into the wall right beside my head.
The impact was deafening, before I could even blink, he lunged.
His hand snapped around my neck.
I gasped, my body going rigid as his grip locked me in place... not tight enough to kill, but firm enough to control, to own, to make sure I couldn't move… couldn't look away from him.
His eyes burned into mine... wild, furious and terrifying.
"Say it again," he growled, his voice trembling with rage. "Say you like him one more time and I'll go back to him, I won't just beat him, Papillon…" His grip tightened slightly, just enough to make me swallow hard. "I'll cut his tongue out and bring it to you in a box."
My heart dropped.
My lips parted, but no sound came out.
What…
What have I gotten myself into?
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After I found a secret about my mom, my dad sent me to Paris saying it was the best way to escape from Mom's cage.
What I didn't expect was to meet Logan, but everyone in L'impasse des Ombres calls him Bloodbath.
He wasn't the gentle, patient kind of man I had read about in books. He wasn't safe. He wasn't soft. He was danger wrapped in calm confidence. Darkness disguised as temptation.
He was the kind of man mothers warned their daughters about... calm on the surface, but with something dark and merciless lurking underneath.
He wasn't like me... I didn't belong to his dark world.
But instead of running away, I found myself begging to feel his warm tongue against my skin.
He ruined the careful, obedient girl I had always been.
And the worst part was…
I wanted him to.
I craved him.
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Chapter: Chapter 8𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I stood ten feet away from Ruby and Demon... yes, Demon. That's what I chose to call him. He's a demon who has taken human form just to cause havoc among humans. My eyes lingered on him as I watched Ruby talk to him. I didn't bother to listen to what she was saying because she was speaking French.I don't like him one bit, but I couldn't move my eyes away from him. I just couldn't explain why, but one thing I'm sure of is that I don't like him.I was just distracted earlier because he helped me lift my luggage from the porthole and because he smelled really nice... like smoky amber.To hell with his thick, dangerous eyebrows, his straight, perfect nose, his sharp planes of his jawline, his messy chaos of jet-black hair… and those lips. Those damnably thin, kissable lips.Wait... did I just say he has kissable lips? How the hell was I able to detect all his facial features in just a few minutes?Snapped out of it, Abigail Summers! I scolded myself silently, my pulse jumping
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Chapter: Chapter 7𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀I waited outside Ruby's apartment just like she had asked me to. There were other old-looking apartments next to Ruby's.Groups of boys and girls sat outside, gathered in small circles. Smoke curled into the air around them as they laughed loudly, sniffed cocaine, and listened to a French song blasting from someone's speaker."Ruby's family?" one of them asked suddenly. His French accent twisted the words badly, but I understood him.I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest, praying that they wouldn't come after me.Every single one of them looked dangerous.Tattoos crawled across their necks, arms, and faces like dark vines. It almost seemed like having ink all over your body was a requirement to live in this neighborhood.If they weren't speaking French, or if I hadn't taken the plane that brought me to Paris, I would've doubted this was Paris.Paris was supposed to be a city of love, not for thugs. Anyway... Ruby had earlier mentioned that this neighborhood was far from b
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Chapter: Chapter 6𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀"Abbie!" I heard Ruby calling my name.I tore my gaze away from the stranger and turned, blinking against the sudden sunlight, to see her approaching. It took me a few heartbeats before I recognized her. It had been eight years since I last saw her, but somehow… she hadn't changed much.I wasn't surprised to see the way she was dressed. Ruby had always been that way. She loved wearing sleeveless shirts and shorts.What had changed were the little tattoos etched across her arms. Ruby had never had tattoos before. And her hair… her blonde hair now cascaded longer than I remembered."Abbie," she laughed, her voice like a warm spark in my chest, and she pulled me into a hug that felt like home.She smelled like cigarettes, but I still hugged her. Ruby never hid the fact that she smoked, and that was one of the biggest reasons why she and Mom never got along. But at least, a smoker was better than someone who was having an affair with someone's husband.She pulled back slightly,
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Chapter: Chapter 5𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀My dad boarded me on the late flight to Paris, which meant I would land there tomorrow morning.He didn't hug me before I left. He didn't say much either. Just a stiff nod and a quiet, "Call me when you arrive."Before I left, Dad had informed Ruby that I was coming, and to my almost disbelief, she sounded… happy. Genuinely happy to have me in her home.That surprised me.Ruby and my mom were never close. Close was too kind. They were enemies. Ruby was Dad’s younger sister, and from the very beginning, Mom made sure there was always a wall between them.It wasn't Ruby's fault. It never was.Mom was always the one who condemned and insulted her, all because Ruby chose to live loudly, freely and vibrantly.The last time I saw Ruby, I was ten.I still remember that day clearly. Mom had mocked her relentlessly just because she chose to marry a French man who owned a small barbershop. Mom called it "low class."Mom didn't attend the wedding.And she made sure I didn't either.Af
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Chapter: Chapter 4𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀The ride to Yuma, Arizona, felt much longer than I expected. Every mile stretched endlessly, like the road itself was trying to test my resolve. This would be the first time I'd see Dad since he and Mom separated.I had always desperately wanted to visit him, even if it was just for a day. Just a few hours in his presence would have been enough. But Mom always condemned the idea, saying my dad would be of no use to me.Before the divorce, before the ugly separation, Dad had been the better parent. Mom was barely home. It was Dad who took care of me, Dad who showed up.When I was seven and got terribly sick, almost at the brink of death... it was Dad who stayed by my side.Mom barely visited me in the hospital. She always claimed to be busy, and whenever she did drop by, she would scold me that if I wanted to be successful, I shouldn't let a minor illness weigh me down.It wasn't even a minor sickness. It was pneumonia, something that could have killed me. But Mom never care
Last Updated: 2026-04-02
Chapter: Chapter 3𝘼𝘽𝘽𝙄𝙀My mom and Matteo jolted out from the rubbish they were doing, trying to hide their nakedness from me."Abbie, why are you here?!" my mom scolded, pushing up the mattress to cover her breasts.I couldn't answer. I could only run.Daisy, who saw me running out from the hall like I was being chased, tried to stop me, but I didn't stop.The scene of watching my mom get grilled by a married man made my chest ache. And it ached even more knowing the man in question is Daisy's dad.My mom is friends with Stella. She always comes by our house every weekend to chat with my mom.How... how can Mom be having an affair with her friend's husband?Matteo is cheating on Stella... and my mom is Miss K. It felt like my head was about to fall off.Now I understand why Matteo always looks at my mom the way he does, and why my mom always smiles happily at him.They were having an affair.Since when did all this begin? Was it when my mom would often say she couldn't come home? Or was it when
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