Madeline'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.
Logan’s POVThe decision comes quietly but with the weight of inevitability, as though Maddie and I have both been circling it for days, waiting for the courage to say it aloud. We cannot keep the twins hidden behind estate walls forever. Connor and Carmen need a school, a place where they can learn and grow without being smothered by security or headlines. When I tell Maddie this over coffee, she doesn’t argue. She only presses her fingers to mine, her eyes flicking toward the children playing in the garden, and I know she has reached the same conclusion. We tell the twins together. I expect reluctance, maybe even tears, but instead they brighten with excitement, chattering about classrooms and new friends. Connor asks if he can sit by Carmen at lunch. Carmen spins in her new skirt when Maddie shows it to her. Watching them, I feel that ache in my chest again, the sharp mix of pride and fear. They deserve the world, and it’s my duty to keep it safe for them.The morning of their firs
Michelle’s POVThe apartment is silent except for the television, though inside me the silence has already curdled into something dangerous, something restless and unwilling to remain passive, because I am not the type of woman who folds beneath headlines or watches her life be rewritten by another woman’s ring, and as I stand before the floor-to-ceiling windows, the glittering skyline sprawled out beneath me like a jeweled battlefield, I know that the first strike must come from me, deliberate and devastating, because if there is one thing I have mastered in this life it is the manipulation of a story, the shaping of an image, and the ability to turn desire into inevitability with nothing more than a smile angled at the right camera.My phone vibrates on the marble counter, the screen lighting up with a notification from one of the tabloids I allow to orbit me like moths around a flame, and before I even swipe it open I know what it will say, the headlines practically writing themsel
Michelle’s POVThe soft sound of the television fills my apartment with a background drone, but the moment the screen flares to life with breaking news, it becomes irrelevant, my eyes glued to the image of Logan Rossi standing at a podium with Madeline O’Connor Santoro at his side, the sunlight catching the contours of his jaw and the sharp angle of his cheekbones, making him look every bit the man I have loved since high school, the boy who swore that no matter what, no matter where life took us, we would always return to each other, and yet here he is, claiming her, his hand resting possessively at the small of her back, fingers curled with a casual confidence that makes my chest tighten and my stomach drop into a pit of disbelief, and my lips part involuntarily, a soundless gasp escaping as I take in the scene that the world is now witnessing in real time, a scene I cannot rewind, cannot ignore, and cannot erase.I feel the blood drain from my face as the anchor’s voice delivers th
Maddie’s POVThe conference hall still echoes with the flashing of cameras and the furious shouts of unanswered questions as Logan and I step away from the podium, the twins already being led to safety down a side corridor with their nanny. My heart is still beating in a steady, forceful rhythm that feels like the pounding of war drums, not from fear, but from the knowledge that what has been said today cannot be taken back, cannot be undone and cannot be softened by explanations or apologies. Bella Rosa is finished. My engagement to Logan is no longer a private promise but a public declaration. Conner and Carmen are no longer just my children. They are the Rossi heirs, their existence carved into the headlines that will run before the day is even over.The heavy doors swing closed behind the last of the reporters, and for a moment, there is silence. The silence does not last long, though, not because of the cameras or the shuffling of assistants, but by the measured sound of footste
Maddie’s POV The cameras flash like lightning, blinding bursts that ricochet across the hall as Logan and I step up onto the stage, the weight of expectation settling heavily over the crowd of reporters, investors, and onlookers who have packed themselves into the conference hall. The air is thick with speculation, the buzz of whispered questions swelling and breaking in waves that crash into sudden silence the moment Logan’s tall frame commands the podium, his presence effortlessly dominating the room. I stand just to his side, my chin lifted, my expression composed, every inch of me the woman who has walked through fire and now refuses to bow to the smoke.Logan’s voice, when he speaks, is steady, deep, carrying the kind of finality that leaves no room for challenge. “Effective immediately, Bella Rosa is no more,” Logan says. The words hang in the air, shocking in their simplicity, no explanation offered, no numbers, no reassurances, just the clean, merciless declaration of an end
Maddie’s POVSunlight filters through the tall windows of Heavenly’s boardroom, cutting sharp lines across the polished table where the other board members of Bella Rosa are already seated, papers shuffled in nervous hands, eyes darting around the room. I enter with Logan at my side, the subtle click of my heels against the floor echoing like a heartbeat, drawing every gaze toward me. My stomach turns with adrenaline, but my expression is calm. I am Donna Santoro now, not just Maddie, not just a mother, not just a woman who endured, but the woman who commands.“Good morning,” I begin, voice steady, filling the space without needing to raise it. The room falls into silence.“I know you all wonder why I asked you all to be here today. I’ve recently sold my majority shares in Bella Rosa. Effective immediately, Madeline O’Connor now holds a controlling interest in the Bella Rosa group. I sold all my shares to her for one dollar,” Logan says. His words land like stones thrown into still wa