Chapter nine: Have you been starve for years

Logan's POV

I had gone to my stepmother's company earlier. It was actually my father's, but it became hers after his death. She was sitting on her sofa, having her workers do her nails and pedicure. The sight of her irritated me so much. I just needed her for a little while longer before she joined my mother and her goddamn husband; that son of a bitch who claimed to be my father.

I clenched my fists as I watched her, my anger simmering just below the surface. She was so oblivious to the world around her, so caught up in her own selfish desires. She had destroyed my family, manipulated my father into leaving everything to her, and now she was reveling in her wealth and power. I had to grit my teeth to keep myself from lashing out at her, to remind myself that I needed her... for now. But the thought of her joining that bastard, James, in the afterlife brought a cold smile to my lips. They would all get what was coming to them, eventually.

“Ah, who do we have here, my darling son?" she said as she spotted me. A smirk formed around my lips; such hypocrisy.

"Mother," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm, as I walked towards her. "How lovely to see you, too." I could not help but notice the way she was lounging on the sofa, surrounded by her entourage of sycophants and yes-men. It was a pose that was all too familiar, one that screamed of entitlement and self importance. I bit back a snort of derision, knowing that I had to play nice, at least for now. "I see you are busy, as always," I said, my tone neutral, but my eyes flashing with disdain.

"Oh, yes, I have to look beautiful, you know. Why are you here?" she asked.

I raised an eyebrow, amused by her theatrics. “ Aren't I welcomed?" I asked, my voice laced with sarcasm. "I just was not aware that the company's funds were being used to finance your personal spa day." I glanced around the room, taking in the lavish decorations and the entourage of employees catering to her every whim. "But please, do tell. What's the occasion for this... indulgence?"

"I don't need an occasion to look good, you know," she said. "Because I am a goddamn queen," she added.

I rolled my eyes, unimpressed by her dramatics. "Of course, Mother," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "You're the queen of self-importance, after all." I walked further into the room, my eyes scanning the space. "I see you're still wasting company funds on your... royal treatments." I gestured to the nail technicians and hairstylists surrounding her.

“I run my company the way I wants it," she replied arrogantly. I leaned closer to her ear. "Yes, yours... for now."

Her eyes flashed with anger, but I just smiled sweetly, my voice low and menacing. "Yes, yours... for now," I repeated, my breath whispering against her ear. I straightened up, my eyes locking onto hers; the tension between us was palpable.

She knew exactly what I meant, that her reign was temporary, and that I would be taking back what was rightfully mine.

"why are you here" she asked again.

"Do not be so eager to chase me away" I saw with a wicked smile "I heard you are running for the post of minister"

Her expression changed, a hint of curiosity and wariness creeping into her eyes. "What business do you have with my political ambitions, Logan?" she asked, her voice measured and cautious.

I chuckled, enjoying the game of cat and mouse we were playing. "Oh, I think I have a lot of business with it, Mother," I said, my eyes glinting with amusement. "After all, I have a vested interest in seeing you... succeed." My smile grew wider, but my eyes remained cold and calculating.

"I guess it is because you were not able to see your bitchy mother succeed" she said

My smile faltered for a moment, and I felt a surge of anger at her words. But I quickly regained my composure, my expression smoothing out into a mask of calm. "Oh, Mother," I said, my voice dripping with venom. "You really have no idea how much I'm looking forward to seeing you succeed... and then fail." I leaned in closer, my eyes glinting with malice. "You see, I have a plan, and it doesn't involve you coming out on top."

With that, I turned around and left, the sound of my footsteps echoing through the room. I could feel her eyes on me, burning with anger and frustration, but I didn't look back. I knew I had made my point, and now it was time to let her stew in her own juices. The game was on, and I was ready to play.

Seething with anger, I drove back home. I'd forgotten I bought a new toy until I entered the kitchen and saw her stuffing food into her mouth. I thought she looked cute, but my anger would not let me compliment her. "Why're you eating like someone who's been starving for days?" I asked. "Maybe it's because I am," she replied. Her audacity ignited my fury, and I tightened my hands around her neck as I picked her up and slammed her against the wall.