로그인Logan's POV
"Either your fiancé is very cheap, or he cannot afford to buy you a ring. Which means he is only after your money. I don't believe it is the other way around. I don't believe you. I don't think for one second that the two of you are engaged. You don't look very in love. Please do not play games with me, boy. Go and play with your toys. I don't have time to play around. Now keep your nose out of my business. Get lost. I'm talking to Madeline," I say.
"Who do you think you are to talk to me this way? What is between Madeline and me has nothing to do with you. Leave her alone. Can't you see that she doesn't want to talk to you? Besides, we need her in front. People want to speak to her. You know that there are many journalists and food critics here. You are keeping our CEO away from her duties. You can arrange an appointment with her if you want to see her. You're spoiling our party, Sir," The man says. I don't even know who he is. It means that he is not important in this town because I know all the important people in this town.
"It is okay, Lucas. I will be right there. Please tell everybody that I will talk to them soon," Madeline says.
"Are you sure, my love? I can always ask the guards to throw him out," Lucas says. He is pretending, but I can see that he has feelings for Madeline. He looks very possessive of her. Well, I've got news for him. He is no competition for me. Madeline's eyes are cold, and there is no warmth in them when she looks at him. However, when she looks at me, her eyes sparkle, and they are full of life. I don't know if she hates me or loves me, but they say the line between hate and love is thin. At least, I am awakening some feelings in her. I would rather take her feisty side than the neutral side she shows to Lucas.
"I am sure. Mr Rossi will be leaving soon since his date has already left," Madeline says.
Lucas walks away reluctantly. He keeps looking over his shoulder. He glares at me, and I smile. I'm not planning on leaving quickly. I know her family is going to be furious with her for starting her own restaurant, and I do not want to leave Madeline alone with that bunch of sharks. I know her father is furious. I could see it in his face, and her brother did not look happy at all. What did they think after the way they treated her? I know they wonder where she got the money from. I know where she got the money from. I know she inherited her grandfather's money, and I also know that her grandfather on her mother's side was much wealthier than anyone knew. I knew her grandfather very well, and he made me promise before he died that I would look after Maddie. I feel like I have failed him.
"Now that we are alone again, just answer my question, and I will leave you alone. Is he your fiancé? I cannot believe it. I think you need a stronger man by your side, Maddie. But I am not going to leave the party. I believe that your family is going to come after you, and I want to be here to protect you. Do you know that they are a bunch of sharks, don't you?" I say.
"What makes you think that I need your help? I can look after myself. Besides, my love life has nothing to do with you," Madeline says.
"I will find out the truth eventually. I have a lot of contacts in this town, and I can find out quickly who or what Lucas is to you. Please do not play games with me, Madeline," I say.
"Listen, before I left this town, you told me not to bother you again. I never bothered you ever. So why are you bothering me now? You accused me of sleeping with you while I was married," Madeline says.
"About that night, I am sorry. I didn't know that you were already divorced, and I was shocked. I didn't believe that I could sleep with one of my friends' wives. I said the wrong things. Even if you were still married, it takes two to tango, and I was just as guilty as you were. I know I am clumsy when it comes to apologies, but please don't get me wrong. I don't apologise to people often. I am not wrong often. I want you to know that I am truly sorry. Those words were harsh, and you did not deserve them," I say. Madeline looks at me in surprise, as if she never expected me to apologise.
"Well, thank you for the apology. I appreciate it. But that does not change anything. I do not want anything to do with you again. I am engaged and happy. Now, can you please excuse me? I have a party to run," Madeline says. I will let her go for now, but this is not over. I will see Maddie again.
"We will talk again, Madeline," I say. I walk away, and I see Madeline standing there for a moment longer. Then I see her eyes turn cold again as she pulls back her shoulders and lifts her head high. She walks away to where everybody is waiting for her. I cannot help but admire her. She is radiating strength. She's radiating the feeling that she is the boss around here. I always liked strong women. It's just a shame that you don't get many of them these days. But I have a feeling that I just found my match. I have been looking for her for a long time, and she did not disappoint me. I did not understand my obsession with her until now. I know I love her, and I will fight for her heart. Even if I have to fight dirty. After all, everything is fair in love and war.
Madeline’s POVThe house is quiet tonight, the kind of quiet that feels like a gentle sigh, like the world itself has paused to watch us breathe, to watch us exist without interruption. I sit in the living room, Martin asleep in his little crib just a few feet away, Meredith curled against my shoulder, soft warmth pressing into me as I cradle her like she is the only thing in the world that matters. Logan leans back in the armchair across from me, his fingers intertwined behind his head, his eyes observing the subtle glow of the room as if he is reading its every nuance, the way he reads people, the way he reads me.There is a softness in the air that I have never allowed myself to feel before. Not in the way that fear or tension or threat might intrude upon us. The city outside hums faintly in the distance, a low vibration that reminds us the world still exists, still churns with ambition and danger, but here, in this home, there is nothing but us.I trace Meredith’s tiny fingers wit
Madeline’s POVThe morning sun sneaks through the edges of the curtains, painting golden streaks across the nursery walls, and for a brief moment, I let myself breathe, let myself absorb the peace that has finally settled over our home. The air smells faintly of baby powder and warmth, of laundry just folded and milk freshly steamed, and I know that these moments are fleeting, as fragile as the sound of my children’s laughter echoing down the hall, but I cling to them anyway, because they are the proof that life continues, that our family has survived, that Logan and I have survived.I glance down at Meredith and Martin, their tiny hands clutching at my fingers, their eyelids fluttering as sleep drifts over them once more, and I marvel at the strength it takes to nurture life this small, to keep it safe and thriving in a world that has always been harsh, unforgiving, and at times cruel. I have fought men who thought they could crush me with a look, who believed that fear and intimidat
Madeline’s POVStrength, I have learned, is not always loud, and it does not always announce itself with blood or gunfire or fear in the eyes of those who underestimate you, because sometimes strength is measured in the way you rise from bed after barely sleeping, in the way you steady your breath when your body aches and your heart is pulled in too many directions at once, and in the way you continue to lead even when the world assumes you are too soft, too maternal, too distracted to remain dangerous.I wake before the babies cry, before the house fully stirs, because my body has learned a new rhythm, one shaped by feeding schedules and instinct rather than clocks, and for a moment I lie still, listening to the quiet around me, letting myself feel the weight of the life we are living now. Logan is already gone from the bed, and I am not surprised, because he has always been restless in the early hours, especially now that peace has replaced danger, because peace requires him to conf
Logan’s POVNight comes differently now, not as a welcome silence or a chance to finally lower my guard, but as a drawn-out negotiation between exhaustion and responsibility, because darkness no longer means rest when there are babies who do not care what time it is and children whose emotions surface the moment the house grows quiet enough for thoughts to echo. I sit on the edge of the bed long after Madeline has settled Meredith back into her crib, listening to the soft, uneven breathing of the house, the faint hum of the baby monitor, the distant creak of pipes cooling in the walls, and I realize that for the first time in my life, I am afraid of failing in ways that cannot be fixed with force.Madeline moves beside me, slower than she used to, careful without being fragile, and when she leans against the headboard with a quiet sigh, I can tell how deeply the day has settled into her bones, how the weight of motherhood has multiplied rather than divided now that four children depen
Logan’s POVThe house sounds different now, and I do not mean louder, although it is certainly that too, but fuller, heavier with life in a way that settles into the walls and the floors and even into my bones, because silence no longer belongs here and peace has learned to coexist with chaos instead of replacing it. I stand in the doorway of the living room for a long moment, coffee cooling in my hand, watching the strange, beautiful disorder that has become my everyday life, and I realize that this, more than any war I have ever fought or enemy I have ever defeated, is the true aftermath of survival.Meredith is crying again, not the sharp, frightened cry that slices through the air like a blade, but the softer, complaining sound that means she wants something and expects the world to deliver it immediately, while Martin answers her from the bassinet beside her with a grunt and a stretch that looks far too powerful for a body that small, and somewhere upstairs I hear Connor’s footst
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