Chapter 13: Maternal grandma

Logan was there, tall and commanding, his attention fixed on the watch strapped around his wrist. He tapped his fingers impatiently, every line of his posture sharp with authority. Then he turned and when his eyes landed me, he froze for a brief second, I thought I saw surprise flicker in his gaze. He looked at me as though measuring me, as though seeing me for the first time. My heart was hammered.

But just as quickly, his expression hardened again. He straightened, slipped his watch back onto his wrist, and said simply, “Let’s go.”

“Where to?” I asked, confusion slipping into my voice.

His eyes snapped to mine, sharp and cold. “What did I say about questioning me?” His tone was low, laced with warning.

I swallowed hard, my pulse quickening.

From everything I’d observed so far, one thing was clear: Lord Logan had a temper, one that burned quickly and without mercy and I was already standing far too close to the fire.

I stayed quiet and followed him like a puppet, I so much hate this, I have been a puppet to my family all my life and now I am still somebody's puppet, He led me to the car and one of his bodyguard opened the car door for us. After settling inside the car the driver asked where we are heading to, I strained my ears warily eager to know where he is taking me to but I was disappointed by his response.

“Where did I tell you I was going before?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Sorry sir I thought you changed plans” the driver replied apologetically.

After an hour drive the driver stopped and stepped out to open the door, lord logan get out of the car and I sat there looking at him cause I don't know if we have reached our destination.

“Get down!” He said with gritted teeths. As soon as I step out of the car my eyes caught the bold writing on the building ‘CIVIL AFFAIRS BUREAU’ 

“What the hell am I doing here with you?” I yelled, my voice breaking with panic. My chest rose and fell quickly, rage and fear colliding inside me. I don’t want to get married to this man who is full of secrets and shady things. I really hope it’s not what I’m thinking.

Logan’s eyes didn’t flinch. His voice was calm, almost cruelly.

“Getting married,” he said simply, snuffing out the last flicker of hope inside me.

My body stiffened. “No. That’s never going to happen. I’m not going to marry you.”

His lips curled into a smirk that made my blood boil. “Not like you fucking have a choice, darling.”

“I am not marrying you!” The words ripped out of me before I could stop them. “And I am not scared of you. Do whatever you want. Even if you put a knife on my neck, I will never marry you!” My voice shook, but the fire inside me burned brighter. For the first time since all this began, I felt something like bravery and desperation which turned into defiance.

But Logan’s smirk didn’t falter. If anything, it deepened. His next words froze me where I stood.

“I thought you cherished your maternal grandmother?”

My heart stopped. “What did you do to my grandmother?” I demanded, fear clawing at my throat.

“Nothing.” His tone was sharp and deliberate. “But I can’t promise I won’t… if you refuse to be obedient.” Fearing that he might wanna hurt my grandma I followed him obediently, hell I don't wanna do this but I have no choice but to follow him.

The pen slipped from my fingers as if it had burned me. The paper in front of me bore my name, written in black ink and my signature sealed a fate I never wanted. I stared at it, numb, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

Married.

To him.

Lord Logan stood beside me, tall and composed, as if this were nothing more than signing a business contract. Maybe to him, that’s all it was.

His hand rested lightly on the edge of the desk, his gold watch glinting under the bureau lights. Everything about him screamed control, his sharp jaw, his calm expression, the way he seemed to own the air around him.

Meanwhile, I was crumbling inside.

When the clerk congratulated us, my stomach twisted. I forced myself to stand still, to not run out of the room screaming. I couldn’t refuse this not with my grandmother’s life hanging like a fragile thread.

Logan reached for my hand without looking at me and led me toward the door. His grip was firm like steel wrapped in skin.

Outside, his sleek black car waited. The chauffeur opened the door, and before I could gather my thoughts, I was inside, the leather seat cold against my trembling legs. Logan slid in beside me, the door shutting with a thud that sounded like a prison gate closing.

I stared out the window as the city blurred by, biting my lip so hard I tasted blood. My wedding day was supposed to be magical, something I’d dreamed about since I was a child. Instead, I felt like a bird with clipped wings, shoved into a gilded cage.

Minutes stretched into an eternity before his voice broke the silence.

“You’ve been quiet,” he said, his tone casual, almost amused.

 “That's because I have nothing to say to you” I said without looking at him.

“Is it that you have nothing to say to me or you dare not say your mind”

“Whatever” I said still staring out the window.