Haley’s POV:
I sat on the couch in Logan’s living room, my hands tangled in each other, twisting and untwisting until my fingers hurt. My chest felt tight, like something heavy was pressing on me.
Logan was beside me, his laptop still open but his eyes had been on me for the past few minutes. He finally shut it and leaned forward.
“Haley,” he said quietly, “what’s wrong? You’ve been pale since the hospital. Talk to me.”
I looked at him, then looked away. My lips trembled as I tried to form the words.
“It’s nothing… just—”
“Don’t say it’s nothing,” he cut me off firmly. “I know you. Something’s eating you alive. Tell me.”
My throat ached. I pressed my palms together. “Peter called me earlier.”
His brows drew together. “Peter?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “He said&hellip
Haley’s POV:My life was finally starting to feel like it was working out. For the first time in years, I wasn’t just surviving day to day, waiting for the next blow to knock me down. I was living.And it was because of him.Logan.I woke up with the sunlight spilling across the sheets, my body tangled in warmth, my cheek resting against the hard curve of his chest. His arm was wrapped tightly around my waist, keeping me pressed against him like he was afraid I might disappear if he let go.For a long moment, I didn’t move. I just lay there, breathing in the faint scent of him—clean soap, warm skin, and something darker I couldn’t name but always made my heart skip.His hand shifted against my waist, fingers brushing lazily against my skin. “You’re awake,” his voice was low and husky, still heavy with sleep.I smiled into his chest. “So are you.”“Mmm,” he
Haley’s POV:My life felt like it was finally starting to fall into place. For the first time in a long time, there were no shadows chasing me, no courtroom battles, no betrayals weighing me down.It was just me. And Logan.And that thought alone made me smile as I stood near the tall windows of his penthouse, staring out at the endless glittering city lights.Behind me, I heard his low voice. “You’re smiling.”I turned slightly, catching his reflection in the glass. He leaned lazily against the wall, arms crossed, his tie undone, shirt half open. His dark hair was falling into his eyes in that messy, perfect way that made my stomach twist.I shrugged lightly. “Maybe I’m happy.”“Maybe?” His eyebrow lifted as he pushed himself off the wall and walked closer.“Fine,” I admitted, biting back a grin. “I’m happy. Is that what you wanted to hear?”
Haley’s POV:If someone had told me a year ago that people would be lining up to buy books with my name on them, I would’ve laughed in their face.But here I was, staring at a stack of my own comics—bright covers, glossy pages, my drawings—and people were actually buying them. Not just buying them, but bringing them to me for signatures.“Haley,” Erin nudged me gently from the side. “Smile. They’re waiting for you.”I blinked and looked up. A little girl stood in front of me, holding my comic book in both hands like it was treasure. Her mother stood behind her, smiling proudly.The girl’s eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed. “C–can you sign this for me?” she asked shyly.Something in my chest softened. I smiled back, taking the book carefully. “Of course. What’s your name?”“Emily,” she whispered.I wrote a quick note on the first page. To Emily, never stop dreaming. Then I handed it back. “Here you go.”Her eyes lit up, and she clutched the book tightly. “Thank you!”As she left, I le
Haley’s POVMy life felt like it had been flipped upside down. From finding out who my real mother was, to discovering what Susan had done, to now sitting in a courtroom… it was too much.And all of it had one name that kept haunting me.Vivan.She had done too many things. She had kidnapped me, tried to kill Logan’s mother, and even tried to hurt me directly. Every time I thought it was over, something new came up. And now, it was time for her punishment.I sat on the wooden bench, my knees pressed together, my hands twisting nervously in my lap. Logan sat beside me, his hand resting over mine. That small touch was the only thing keeping me steady.When I looked up, my eyes went straight to her. Vivan sat just a few feet away at another table. She looked… different. Her hair was tied up, her makeup light, and she wore a simple black suit. But nothing could hide the sharpness in her eyes. She still looked at me like
Haley’s POV:The hospital corridor was heavy with silence, the kind that pressed against my chest until breathing felt like a task.I had just learned the truth.My eyes were still fixed on Veronica—my mother. The woman I had only just begun to know. She was pale, leaning against the doorway of her VIP ward, her voice weak but steady.And what she said had stunned me to the core.“Susan,” she had said, her tone firm despite the tremor in her voice, “is my adopted daughter.”The words echoed in my head, ringing like a bell that refused to fade.Adopted.Susan… the woman who had slapped me just minutes ago… had lived her entire life believing she was Veronica’s only child. And now, here I was, standing in the same hallway, the blood daughter who had returned from nowhere.I could feel Susan’s fury rolling off her in waves. Her eyes widened, her lips parted, and
Susan's POV:The moment I stepped into the hospital, the smell of antiseptic stung my nose. My heels clicked sharply against the marble floor as I walked down the long hallway, my heart racing faster with every step.For days I had been restless. There was no news about Veronica’s death. That could only mean one thing — she was saved. She was alive.And if she was alive, then everything I worked for was slipping out of my fingers.I had to see for myself. I had to know.But what I didn’t expect was to find them standing there.Haley. Logan. And Peter.All three were outside a VIP ward, talking in low voices. Peter’s expression was calm, too calm, and Logan’s hand was resting protectively on Haley’s shoulder. She leaned into him, looking small, like she belonged there.The sight made bile rise in my throat.Peter’s eyes were the first to find me. The moment they landed on me, his