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2025-08-29 21:18:42
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Game over. Are we a family now?
Maddie’s POVThe first thing I become aware of is warmth, the kind that seeps not only from the heavy sheets tangled around me but from the body pressed firmly against my back. Logan’s arm is curved possessively around my waist, his hand resting flat against my stomach, the slow rhythm of his breathing fanning across the back of my neck. The estate is utterly quiet, that rare countryside hush that is never truly silent but filled with the faint chirp of crickets, the rustle of leaves stirred by a distant breeze, the low creak of the house as it settles with age. It is the kind of quiet that feels alive rather than empty.Last night happened, and I do not know how I feel about it. Every inch of my body aches with the memory of it, the kind of ache that makes my skin still buzz with the ghost of his touch, the raw tenderness of being wanted without hesitation. Logan kissed me like I had always belonged to him, and when he finally took me, it felt less like crossing a line and more like
Game over. Is this love?
Maddie’s POVThe silence that follows the signing lingers like smoke after a fire, heavy and charged, as if the walls themselves understand what has just been set in motion. The contract lies on the desk, the black ink still glistening faintly in the lamplight, binding Logan and me not only in a pact of revenge but in something deeper, something that thrums beneath my skin like an unspoken promise. I trace my fingers along the edge of the desk as I stand there, staring down at the papers as though they might suddenly burst into flame, the weight of the choice pressing down on me and yet lifting me. For the first time in years, I feel like I have power, like I am no longer caged by the legacy of my father or the betrayal of those who were supposed to love me.Logan doesn’t move at first. He simply watches me, his gaze fixed and unwavering, his brooding eyes taking in every flicker of my expression as though he is cataloguing the precise moment Madeline Santoro finally stepped into her
Game over. The beginning of the end.
Maddie’s POVThe estate is wrapped in the kind of silence only the countryside can provide, that deep quiet that screams with the faint chorus of crickets and the occasional distant bark of a dog somewhere beyond the tree line, the sort of silence that feels alive rather than empty. I stroll down the wide corridor, barefoot on polished wood, the soft glow of the chandeliers throwing golden light across the walls and carpets, my hand trailing absently along the smooth bannister as I descend the stairs. Upstairs, the twins are finally asleep, their laughter and endless games tucked away beneath blankets. The sweet rhythm of their breathing is proof that, for once, they feel safe enough to let go of the day.I pause halfway down the staircase, leaning slightly on the bannister as I take in the view below. Logan’s estate is vast, larger than anything I ever imagined living in, and yet it doesn’t feel cold or overwhelming. There’s warmth in the thick rugs that muffle footsteps, in the fram
Game over. Fun with the twins.
Madeline’s POVThe house feels almost serene as Logan and I step through the front door, the sunlight streaming in through the large windows catching on the polished wood floors and casting long golden rectangles across the living room, but I know better than to trust the quiet because in our lives, peace is always temporary, especially with the twins around, and sure enough, barely have I set my bag down and started to take a deep breath when I hear the unmistakable sound of plotting laughter echoing down the hall. The laughter is far too knowing for their ages, and I can already feel that pit of apprehension forming in my stomach that tells me I am about to be dragged into one of their chaotic schemes, whether I like it or not. I glance at Logan, who is settling onto the couch, taking a newspaper to read with a look of calm detachment that I know is entirely performance on his behave because his eyes are darting toward the hallway, already anticipating the impending ambush.Before I
Game over. Becoming stronger.
Madeline’s POVThe afternoon sunlight slants through the tall office windows, hitting the polished surfaces of my desk and casting long, shifting patterns across the floor, and yet, despite the light, the weight of the morning lingers like a shadow that refuses to leave. My hands hover over my keyboard, fingers tapping absently, but my mind is elsewhere, replaying every detail of the confrontation with my father and Sean, the way their arrogance and sense of entitlement had collided with the quiet, absolute authority of Logan’s men, and how it had felt to finally stand with someone behind me who would not allow me, or my children, to be harmed, no matter how loud or threatening the opposition became. I can still feel the adrenaline in my veins, the pounding in my chest gradually fading into a steady rhythm, like the aftermath of a storm that has passed but left the air heavy with electricity.I glance at my phone again, the small vibration against the polished wood drawing my attentio
Game over. Unwanted visitors.
Madeline’s POVI step into my office, the familiar scent of polished wood and leather settling over me like a shield. Sunlight streams through the blinds, cutting across the floor and landing on the desk where my spreadsheets, contracts, and reports usually feel safe, organised, and contained. Today, nothing feels safe. The quiet noise of the air conditioner and the soft clatter of the keyboard aren’t enough to calm the pit in my stomach. I barely have time to take a deep breath before the sharp, unmistakable voices hit me.“Madeline,” My father’s voice sounds hard in the office above Heavenly. I freeze. Behind him, Sean’s smug tone follows, sharp and predatory. My chest tightens, and my fingers curl around the edge of my desk.“What are you doing here?” I ask, forcing my voice to remain steady, even as adrenaline sharpens my senses.“You know why we’re here. We have a right …” My father says, leaning lazily against the doorway as if the office is his playground.“No. You have nothin
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