تسجيل الدخولOlivia Hughes never expected to marry a Logan. The same family that destroyed her father, stole their wealth, and left her mother sick and broken. But when her boss gives her an impossible choice - marry Aiden Logan or watch her family lose everything all over again - she has no choice but to say yes. Aiden Logan doesn't want a wife. He doesn't want anyone close enough to hurt him, not after his mother abandoned him and his father turned love into a weapon. But when his father forces this marriage on him, he finds himself trapped with a woman who looks at him like he's the enemy - because to her, he is. Two people bound by a contract neither wanted. Two families connected by betrayal and blood. Living under one roof, fighting every day, hiding their wounds behind sharp words and sharper stares. But when secrets start surfacing, when old betrayals come to light, and when hatred slowly cracks open to reveal something neither expected - Olivia and Aiden must decide if some contracts are worth breaking, and if some enemies are worth loving. In a game of audacity meets audacity, the only rule is: don't fall in love. But rules were made to be broken.
عرض المزيدAiden stood in the living room, his shadow long and shaky against the wall. The truth finally hit him: he’d been played. The clocks in the house were wrong.He hadn't been invited for a chat; he’d been lured into a trap while they finished Olivia off."You’re late, Aiden," Sebastian said. His voice was heavy, like a king giving a death sentence. "You were late the second you picked that girl over your own family.Yes, I know I initiated this whole mess you call a marriage," Sebastian added, looking straight into Aiden’s eyes.Aiden stood there, numb and dumbfounded. His face felt long and heavy, his mind racing to catch up to his father’s cold logic."But my son, that’s because I knew who you were," Sebastian continued, his voice smooth and dangerous."I knew you wouldn't even bring yourself to look that girl in the eye, let alone talk to her. I expected you to make her miserable in the months to come. I thought you'd break her."Sebastian paused, setting his glass on the table with a
Aiden had barely made it halfway to his car, his boots crunching over bits of broken glass, when the vibration in his pocket made his heart stutter.He pulled the phone out. The screen glowed with a name that felt like a weight: Father.Aiden’s jaw tightened so hard it ached. For a long, pulsing second, he considered letting the phone ring out into the silence of the night.But the timing was too precise. It was a predator’s timing.“Where are you?” Sebastian’s voice came through the line, as cold and level as a frozen lake.“Just leaving,” Aiden replied. He pulled his car door open, the hinge letting out a sharp, metallic groan that sounded like a warning.“Good. Come home. Now. We need to talk.”There was a pause. Aiden looked back at the gray, fortress-like walls of the precinct.Inside those walls, Olivia was waiting for a rescue he wasn't sure he could pull off.“What about?” Aiden asked.“It’s family, Aiden. Don’t keep me waiting.”The line went dead with a final, clinical click
The bright lights of the police station felt like needles in Aiden’s eyes.The air inside smelled like old coffee and floor cleaner - a cold, lonely scent that seemed to cling to the walls.Aiden didn’t wait for anyone to tell him where to go. He used his name and his power to push past the heavy doors until he reached the room with the thick glass walls.Olivia was sitting there.She looked small and tired. Her hair was messy, and her face was pale.She was wearing a bright orange jumpsuit that was way too big for her frame. When she saw him, she jumped up and ran to the glass, hitting it with her hands."Aiden!"Her voice sounded like it was breaking. She pressed her face against the cold glass, her breath making it foggy."Liv, just breathe," Aiden said. He kept his voice steady and strong. He sat down and picked up the heavy black phone on his side of the glass.He watched her hands - they were shaking so much she could barely hold the receiver."Aiden, you have to believe me," sh
The scream of Aiden’s tires had barely died down before he was out of the car. He didn't even turn off the engine.The headlights stayed on, cutting through the dark like two angry eyes, shining right on the man standing by the gate.The stranger looked like he belonged in a gutter. He wore a heavy coat stained with oil and dirt, and his hair was a messy nest under a dirty beanie. He didn't flinch as Aiden marched toward him.He didn't even look up. He just stood there, fumbling with a crushed pack of cheap cigarettes, his fingers yellow and shaking…..not from fear, but from a nervous twitch."Who the hell are you?" Aiden’s voice was like a knife.The man didn't answer. He finally pulled out a bent cigarette and put it between his dry lips.He struck a match against the stone pillar of the Logan gate. The orange flame showed his face - thin, hollow, and covered in grime."I asked you a question!" Aiden roared. He reached out and grabbed the man’s dirty collar, yanking him forward.Th
The police cruiser, carrying the lead detective and the trembling Bernards, kicks up a thick plume of dust that clings to the dry weeds lining the path.Inside the vehicle, the air is thick with Lisa Bernard’s frantic prayers and the sharp, metallic scent of anxiety.They are following the breadcru
The police station is a cavern of fluorescent lights and the rhythmic, mocking sound of typewriters.In a corner of the waiting room, the air feels thin, as if the grief radiating from the two people sitting there has consumed all the oxygenLisa Bernard is a shell of a woman. Her eyes are swollen
The kitchen is a tomb, and the air is thick with the copper tang of fresh blood and the smell of old dust. Olivia remains on her knees, her hands still pressed against Weiller’s cooling skin.Her mind is a fractured mess of images: the familiarity of the knife, the pool of blood, and the look of pu
The wood of the porch groans under Olivia’s weight, a sharp, dying sound in the absolute silence of the abandoned neighborhood.The SUV she left idling at the curb provides the only light, its headlamps cutting two yellow tunnels into the thick, dusty air.Olivia pushes against the front door. It i


















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