Mag-log inMadeline'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.
Marco’s POVMichelle Morris. The thought of her coils in my mind like smoke, rising and curling with potential, with danger, with opportunity. She moves through this city, fragile but ambitious, a woman used to being seen, to being admired, to bending people with a glance, and yet I know she has weaknesses, small cracks that can be widened, gaps that can be exploited. She wants to matter, she wants attention, she wants power, even if she doesn’t realize it. And Logan Rossi… he has been careful to surround himself with loyalty, with walls, with impenetrable defences, but every fortress has a gate, and every gate has a lock. Michelle might just be the key.I have my men watch her movements, track her habits, whisper through the streets, the bars, the high-end restaurants she frequents. They know to stay invisible, to blend, to note everything without alerting her. Every smile she offers, every question she asks, every shadow she passes through, all of it is intelligence. Intelligence, w
Marco’s POVI stride into the back room of the bar, the low whispers of conversation and clinking glasses fading behind me as the door shuts, leaving only the faint smell of cigarette smoke and spilled whiskey. My men glance at me, heads lowered, because they know what my expression means, and I don’t have to say a word for them to understand the tension coiling like a snake in the room. Every movement, every measured step I take carries authority, the weight of the Castello name pressing into the walls, reminding anyone who dares look that I am no man to be trifled with. I have spent my life building empires from the shadows, carving my place from blood and fire, and yet there is a pulse of anticipation thrumming beneath my skin tonight, a restless energy that refuses to be contained.One of my men approaches, careful, too careful, but I see the hesitation in his eyes, the tiny tremor that betrays the weight of the information he carries. He hesitates, and I do not allow the pause to
Logan’s POVI stand behind Maddie as she studies the floor plan of the estate, the map spread across the large oak table like a battlefield waiting to be defended, and I watch her fingers trace every hallway, every entrance, every window, because she sees it all, not just the physical layout, but the vulnerabilities, the places someone like Marco Castello could exploit, the shadows where danger could hide. She leans forward, elbows pressed to the table, jaw tight, eyes sharp and calculating, and I feel that familiar rush of pride mixed with possessiveness, because this woman is not just beautiful and fierce. She is brilliant, unflinching, the perfect partner in a world built on power and betrayal. She also knows, like I do, we have to make our home safe first.“We need more cameras,” she says, finally looking up at me, her voice steady even as her eyes flash with determination. “At every gate, every entry, and every blind spot. Marco may already know all the weak points. What if he ha
Logan’s POVThe office is quiet, the noise of the city outside barely reaching the thick walls that have heard more secrets than most people could imagine, and I stand by the window for a moment, letting my gaze drift across the skyline, before turning back to Maddie, who sits in the chair across from my desk, hands clasped tightly in her lap, the tension in her shoulders impossible to miss. I take a deep breath, steadying the words I am about to say, because there is no easing the truth, no softening it, and she deserves nothing less than the full weight of it.“Maddie,” I begin, my voice low but firm, carrying the authority that comes not just from being a Don, but from being a man who has seen what betrayal and power can do, who has walked through fire and come out unburned, “Sean, Roman, and his family, they’re gone. They will never return to America. The arrangements are in place, and the consequences are final. You won’t have to worry about them threatening our children, our fam
Michelle’s POVThe night air is cool when I step outside the bar, but it does little to settle the storm inside me, and as the flash of camera bulbs blinds me for a moment, I almost forget the swarm of paparazzi I left waiting, their questions loud and sharp, each one stabbing into the quiet I need. I ignore them, sliding into the back of my car, and as the driver pulls away, the noise fades, but the silence that replaces it is heavier, thick with the weight of Marco Castello’s words.I lean my head back against the leather seat, closing my eyes for just a moment, and I can still see him sitting there across from me, his dark gaze steady, his smile cold, every word chosen like a knife meant to slip beneath the skin. He was not asking for anything, not really. He was planting, hinting, weaving threads he expects me to follow, and the worst part is that I felt the pull of it, the quiet tug of his suggestions wrapping themselves around thoughts I do not want to admit I still have. Logan
Marco’s POVI sit back in the chair opposite her, the glass of whiskey in my hand catching the faint glow of the bar’s low-hanging light, and I watch Michelle Morris with the kind of patience most men mistake for disinterest, but it is not disinterest, it is calculation, because everything about her, the set of her jaw, the way her eyes follow me without flinching, the deliberate calmness she wears like an expensive dress, is a test, and I already know that if I want her, if I want to bend her to my purpose, I will need to play the long game, the careful game, the game where every word is a step closer to making her believe she is in control when in truth she is already caught in my web.Michelle is beautiful, of course, but not in the way that makes me reckless or stupid, her beauty is sharp, the kind that slices if you are foolish enough to reach without thought, and I understand why Logan Rossi once looked at her with something more than passing interest, because she is not the kin







