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Against the rules    Prologue: One Year Later
Avaâs POVOne year.It had been exactly one year since I walked down that aisle in a dress that shimmered like moonlight, my heart pounding so hard I was afraid it might leap from my chest. One year since I saw Logan standing at the end of the aisle, eyes glassy, hands trembling, his entire being radiating a love so powerful I felt it before he even spoke his vows.One year since we said, "I do."And nowI stood barefoot in the center of our kitchen, staring at a stick that would change our lives forever.Positive.Two pink lines. Bold. Unmistakable. Pregnant.I gripped the edge of the marble counter as a wave of disbelief washed over me, followed by an even stronger tide of joy, fear, excitement, and awe. My breath came out in short, shaky bursts as my eyes blurred with sudden, hot tears.I was going to be a mom.It wasnât planned. Not exactly. Logan and I had talked about children in that dreamy, far-off kind of way couples do in their early days of marriage, usually late at night,
Against the rules    For Always and Forever
Ava's POV The morning of the day of our wedding, I woke to sunlight spilling through gauzy curtains and the sound of birds outside the window. For a second, I just lay there, suspended between dreaming and waking. Then I felt the flutter of nerves, the press of something beautiful and terrifying all at once. Today was the day. I sat up slowly, my heart already racing, and stared at the white garment bag hanging near the closet. It swayed slightly, catching the light, the lacy hem peeking out like a secret whisper. "Youâre up early," Charlotte said from behind me, entering the room with a mug of coffee. I turned and smiled. "Couldnât sleep. I kept dreaming about tripping down the aisle or forgetting my vows." She handed me the mug and sat on the bed. "Youâve got this. And if you fall, just make it a dance move." I laughed, the sound shaking out some of the tension in my chest. Tristan appeared a few minutes later, holding a curling iron in one hand and a bag of bobby pin
Against the rules    Engaged to You
Avaâs POV I kept staring at my hand as if it belonged to someone else. The diamond sparkled under the soft morning light filtering through Logan's bedroom window, catching on every glint of sunshine as if it were winking at me, teasing me about how impossible it all felt. I turned my hand side to side, the ring glimmering with each movement, delicate and perfect. And real. I was engaged. To Logan. To Logan Carter, the same man who disappeared from my life two years ago without a word, the same man who shattered me, only to come back and stitch the pieces back together slowly, patiently, and lovingly. And now, he was mine. Officially. Eternally. I pressed the heel of my hand to my lips, trying to keep in the giddy giggle threatening to escape. It felt surreal. Like I was floating in a dream with no gravity, no anchor, no reason to come down. I hadn't stopped smiling since last night, not through the dinner, the dancing, the yacht drifting beneath a galaxy of stars. Not even now,
Against the rules    Midnight Surprise
Avaâs POV Waking up in Loganâs bed felt like floating. The silken sheets tangled around my legs, the soft scent of his cologne still clinging to the pillow beside me. My body is still with the memory of last night, every touch, every whispered word, every look. The way weâd clung to each other like the world could fall apart again, and we refused to let it. But now the bed was empty. Sunlight already streamed through the large windows of his penthouse, washing the room in golden light. I stretched my body, yawning, and rolled over. âLogan?â No answer. My hand reached out, expecting to find his warmth, but the sheets were cold. I sat up, the flush of concern rising in my chest. He wouldn't just leave. Not after last night. Not again. I checked the bathroom first, but it was empty. The robe he had worn earlier hung limply on a hook. There was no sign of him in the kitchen, no coffee brewing, no phone or note. The penthouse, for all its luxury, felt too silent. Panic flickered i
Against the rules    Dinner Under the Stars
Avaâs POV I stood in front of my apartment mirror, adjusting the strap of my dress for the fifth time. It was navy blue, off-shoulder, and clung just right, elegant but not too much. I wanted to look beautiful, not overdone. Comfortable, not careless. I didnât want to look like I was trying too hard. But tonight wasnât just any dinner. It was a new beginning. A chance to reclaim something precious. A second first date. When the doorbell rang, my heart fluttered. I took a deep breath before opening it, and there he was. Logan. He stood there in a navy blazer over a crisp white shirt, holding a small bouquet of red roses. Not something grandâŚjust perfect. âYou lookâŚâ His voice trailed off, and he let out a soft laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. âI forgot how to talk for a second.â I smiled, my stomach flipping in the best way. âYou clean up pretty well yourself.â âThese are for you,â he said, extending the bouquet toward me. I accepted them, bringing the roses close and inhal
Against the rules    The Way Back to You
Avaâs POV His smile was broken, but at that moment, it was the most beautiful thing Iâd ever seen. I didnât wait for words. I kissed him again, harder this time, like I could press every apology, every ache, and every lost second into that one moment. Logan gripped my waist as if Iâd vanish again, lifting me slightly to bring me closer. The desk creaked behind me, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I knew this wasnât the place for this, not for us. But my body didnât care. Neither did my heart. Two years of silence. Of aching. Of loving someone in absence. Now he was here. And so was I. No lies. No walls. Just skin and soul. His hands slipped beneath my shirt, fingers trailing my sides like he was memorising every inch, rediscovering the girl he had left behind. I wasnât that girl anymore. And he wasnât the same boy. But somehow⌠we still fit. I gasped into his mouth as he peeled the fabric over my head, tossing it aside without looking. His mouth found my neck, his stubble
Against the rules    Two years of memories
âŁAva POV⣠(Two Years Later)The city I lived in now was nothing like Westbridge. It didnât have the same old buildings or that annoying sounds in the library steps. It was busier, colder, and the sky was almost always cloudy , a perfect match for how Iâd felt for the last two years.I stood in the
ćçľć´ć°ćĽ : 2026-04-02Against the rules    The Man I couldn't Forget
âŁAvaâs POVâŁI woke up with that same tight feeling in my chest, the one that never really went away. By the time I reached the bakery, the shelves were already filled with pastries neatly arranged, warm, and familiar. I kept my hands busy, moving trays and wiping counters, hoping the routine wou
ćçľć´ć°ćĽ : 2026-04-02Against the rules    Devil's deal
~Loganâs POV ~The cold night air bit through my jacket as I leaned against the wall outside. My knuckles ached where theyâd grazed against the concrete during the fight earlier, but that was the least of my worries.I closed my eyes, trying to steady my breath, but the weight in my chest was unbea
ćçľć´ć°ćĽ : 2026-04-01Against the rules    Do this for you
Logan POVThe bus roared as it pulled away from the terminal, leaving behind the city I used to call home. I sat stiffly in the back row, the seat sticky against my jacket, my long legs aching from the ride. The city I was in was unfamiliar, Even the air smelled different here. Like rust and rain
ćçľć´ć°ćĽ : 2026-04-01
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