로그인Madeline's POV
I look at my family and my ex-in-laws, and I can see the shock on their faces. I look at Roman, and the way he looks at me, it is as if he looks at me differently. When I was younger, I had a crush on him, but he never saw me as a potential wife. He never treated me as his wife. He always loved Celeste. I look at them again, and I don't know what I saw in him. I have grown up, and I no longer want him. I don't have any feelings for him. I look at Celeste. It is true what they say: if you don't have a good heart, it'll show on your face, but the same goes if you have an evil heart. Celeste is not as beautiful as she used to be when we were in school. Her beauty has faded. She is not the beautiful cheerleader all the boys dreamed about. Even my brother had a crush on her. She also looked shocked, as if she couldn't believe I had made a success of my life. My father is standing next to my in-laws. There is a younger woman on his arm. After all these years, has he forgotten about my mother?
I want to go and check on my children. I want to ensure they have everything. I do not want any of these people to know about them. I am here to get my revenge. After I bankrupted my family and in-laws, I will disappear again, this time for good. No one will find me. I will change my name and surname to my mother's name. She was Italian. I will take my grandfather's surname. Connor and Carmen can keep their name, but their surname will be Santoro. However, I can not walk up the stairs. Everyone is looking at me, and I do not want them to follow me. I will have to wait until my family and my ex-husband, and his family leave. What the hell is Logan doing here? I did not send him an invite. I do not want him to find out about my children! He can never know about them! What if he tries to take them away from me? I may have money now, but Logan has power and authority. Besides, he has not said a word to me yet. He looks dangerous and handsome at the same time. I cannot take any changes with my children. I need to keep them hidden until I can figure out who Logan is and if he is a threat to us.
I look at Logan, walking towards me with the beautiful Michelle Morris on his arm. Michelle Morris is a supermodel. She was always more beautiful than Celeste. However, she and Logan were always an item, and nobody dared to touch Logan's girlfriend. Logan looks irritated as he pushes her hand away from his arm.
"Hello, Maddie. It is good to see you again. How long has it been? Seven years?" Logan asks. I do not know if I should answer him or not. What if he finds out about the children? I just look at him and do not say a word. Lucas, my assistant and manager of the restaurant chain, is my date for tonight. I take his arm and only smile.
"Is it good to see you again. Who is your companion?" Logan asks. His voice is soft but dangerous. I know that he must have a lot of authority in this town, and he thinks that she can push it off on me.
"What has that got to do with you. Mr Rossi, my personal life has nothing to do with you," I say.
"You did not answer my question. You don't know who you are playing with, Maddie," Logan says. No one has ever called me Maddie, besides my grandfather, who was the only one who cared about me. My grandfather on my mother's side never blamed me for my mother's death, unlike my father. I want to take his surname and carry on his legacy, as he never had any sons, and his only grandson does not deserve to carry on my grandfather's legacy.
"I don't have to answer your question," I say. I do not owe him any answers. I have nothing to say to Logan. Besides, I'm not going to tell him that he is the father of my children. I do not know what he will do. I am not even going to tell him he has two beautiful children. Logan told me to never bother him. I kept my part of the deal.
"Maddie, don't make me angry. I am warning you. I am going to ask you this once. Who is your companion?" Logan asks.
"Logan, don't be ridiculous. You have no right to ask Madeline who she is sleeping with or if he is her sugar daddy. You do have the right to interfere in Madeline's love life. You always loved me. She's not worthy of your attention. Besides, we all know Madeline could not have made it this far on her own. She must have slept her way to the top. Madeline always ran after Roman. She is a gold digger who will do anything for money. We can all see that. I bet she is this man's little slut," Michelle says. She smirks at me.
"Shut up, Michelle, and keep your nose out of my business. We are not a couple, and we will never be. I am sick and tired of you running after me. Get lost. I am talking to Madeline, and our business has nothing to do with you. If you dare to call her names again, you'll regret it," Logan says. Is he standing up for me? I'm sure the man is drunk. Nobody ever stood up for me after my grandfather passed away.
"Listen, I am going to do my duties as the hostess of this party. Why don't you two lovers take your lovers' quarrel elsewhere? How did you get in? I don't remember inviting you anyway," I say. Michelle tries to grab Logan's hand, but he pushes her away. Logan looks me deep in the eyes. I feel mesmerised by his eyes and cannot look away. What the hell is wrong with me?
"There is something you need to know. If I want something, I get it. Don't play with me, Maddie. You will not win. I'm much more dangerous than you know," Logan says. Michelle tries to pull him away, but Logan pushes her away again.
"There is something you need to know about me, Logan Rossi. I don't let people walk all over me anymore. I am not afraid of you. I don't care how dangerous you think you are," I say. Everyone is staring at us, and I do not understand why Logan is trying to make a scene.
"Logan, let's leave," Michelle says.
"I told you to get lost! I only ask you to come with me to this party because I didn't want to come alone. You know that I never liked you, Michelle, and I will never marry you. So get that idea out of your head and get lost," Logan says brutally honest. Michelle is in tears and storms off. I thought Logan was going to follow her, so I tried to walk back to my table, but Logan walked in front of me.
"We are not done yet," Logan says.
"Yes, you are. Please leave my fiancée alone," Lucas says. I could kiss him as Logan glares at him. Logan looks at my finger and smiles. I am too late to hide the fact that I am not wearing an engagement ring.
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
Logan’s POVChaos does not announce itself with a drumbeat or with alarms; it arrives quietly, seductively, like a predator stalking through shadows, insinuating itself into every corner of my awareness, wrapping around me before I can even register the danger, and then, with cruel precision, it slams into me, pungent, overwhelming, inescapable, and completely undeniable. It creeps in on the scent first, a stench so vile that it curls through my nostrils, digs into my sinuses, and immediately raises every hair on my body, a scent so visceral, so obscene, that it feels less like a smell and more like an attack on my very soul. I freeze instinctively, the baby pressed against my chest, squirming blissfully, innocent and perfectly content, entirely unaware of the biochemical warfare he has just unleashed. My arm stiffens, rigid as steel, as though movement could trigger catastrophe, because even the smallest shift feels like it might unleash a greater disaster than I can contain.The sme







