Lola’s POV Tyler got closer to the car, his steps slow and heavy like he was dragging the weight of the world behind him. I watched in silence as he opened the driver’s door and slid right in without a word.As he settled into the seat, I noticed something in his hand—an envelope. My eyes narrowed. We didn’t come to the hospital with any envelope, so where had that come from? Why was he holding it so tightly, like it carried something that could ruin everything?He looked both sad and angry—an expression I wasn’t used to seeing on his face. I had planned to pretend. To lie through my tears and play the role of the grieving wife with puffy eyes, hoping to sway his emotions. But here he was—actually broken. Genuinely crushed. With real puffy eyes, and a darkness in them I couldn’t place.It unsettled me.Still, I thought, I could deal with that later. Right now, I had to make my move.As a woman, we are taught that emotions are our strength. We lead with them, we wield them. And no mat
Tyler’s POVLuckily, Jasmine had been treated, and she was no longer bleeding.“You might want to be more careful with your child, Mr. and Mrs. Cooper," the doctor said sternly. "Please do not leave her alone again. She’s just a child, and you know how children are, everything fascinates them. They don’t always recognize danger until it’s too late.”The doctor advised us calmly as he walked into the waiting room. He gave us a final look before turning and stepping back into his office.“Thank you, Doctor,” I replied, managing a polite smile as I turned to make the payment for the treatment at the reception desk.Afterward, Lola stood up, already carrying Jasmine in her arms. There was no need to lift her again, but she adjusted her gently, cradling her into a more comfortable position.Jasmine wasn’t asleep. Her eyes were half open, dazed, but aware.Normally, before all of this, I would have leaned in, rubbed her little head, touched her nose with mine, maybe whispered something swee
Lola’s POVAs I stepped back into the room, the scene before me froze my heart in an instant.Logan was holding Jasmine in his arms, cradling her gently, while Tyler stood in front of them. He looked dazed, confused, and visibly trying to process something that clearly didn’t sit right with his heart.I didn’t even realize when the bottle of spirit and the roll of bandage I had gone to fetch slipped from my hands and crashed onto the floor with a dull thud.What was Logan thinking? Did he not understand that he wasn’t supposed to carry Jasmine no matter what the situation was?Didn’t he know that he wasn’t even supposed to be near her?Was he not thinking at all? Was he not aware that Jasmine looked just like him?I could see the way Tyler’s eyes were flickering first to Logan’s face, then down to Jasmine’s. There was something dangerous in his gaze, something suspicious beginning to form.Without thinking, I rushed over to them. I yanked Jasmine from Logan’s arms and snapped at him i
Tyler’s POVLola scooped Jasmine up immediately, panic flooding her features. She launched her into her arms despite the blood staining the child's tiny body. Lola didn’t mind, not in the least. And why would she? She was the mother, right? Her only concern at that moment was Jasmine’s safety.But as Jasmine’s cries grew louder, sharper, more piercing it became clear she was really hurting. The kind of hurt that wasn't just fear or confusion. No, this was pain. But where exactly was she hurting? What happened in this room that left her bleeding like this?While Lola frantically scanned Jasmine’s little body, checking for any visible wounds that could explain the blood, I took a step back, my instincts kicking in. I needed to understand what had happened here, and fast.I began pacing slowly around the room, eyes scanning every inch. Something must have gone terribly wrong. What had caused her injury?Then, a shout cut through my thoughts. “I found it!” Lola's voice rang out, loud and
Lola’s POVLogan pulled down his pants and revealed his risen manhood.But instead of putting it right into my dry vagina—because truthfully, I wasn’t in the mood for sex right now—I just turned my buttocks to him. I was doing it because he wanted it, because he wouldn’t back off unless I gave in. and because I needed information from him. Without hesitation, he pushed me onto the bed.“Logan. It’s just a quickie. Don’t—” I tried to protest as I landed in the center of the mattress. But he didn’t say a word. His smirk deepened as he separated my legs and slid himself into me.He began to pound me—fast and then faster. I didn’t understand how it happened, but my dry pussy became wet almost instantly. My thoughts blurred. I forgot where we were. All I could focus on was the rhythm and the sensation. I moaned softly, surrendering to the sweetness that surged through my body, washing over me like waves.My eyes closed, and I started to gulp down saliva as the pounding continued. For a fl
Lola’s POV (Twenty Minutes Earlier)While Tyler was upstairs and Logan had issued his ultimatum, I knew from the look in his eyes—cold, unblinking—that he wasn’t bluffing. He was dead serious. If I didn’t give him what he wanted, he would tear everything down. Everything I had sacrificed, planned, and calculated for… gone in a blink.But was he even thinking logically?Tyler’s company—Lustre & Co—was valued at over a million dollars. Then there were his other assets: the house, the car, the land. Altogether, those were worth at least another four hundred thousand. When Tyler died and the will was executed, most of it would go to Jasmine. A portion would come to me. And Logan? He’d negotiated a slice of it so, he’d get it. Once everything fell into place, we’d be among the rich people in Green City.So why the hell was Logan trying to risk it all now?“Look, Logan…” I started, hoping to reason with him, but he cut me off with a single glare. That look alone stole the words from my thr