LOGINAra once thought Logan was her perfect lover. He was everything she dreamed of—charming, sophisticated, and with a deep love for art that matched her own. Together, they shared long conversations about paintings, literature, and life, and Logan seemed to understand her in ways no one else ever had. For a while, she truly believed he was the perfect man, the one she was meant to be with forever. But when she discovered the truth, she realized he’d only been using her to get closer to the woman he truly wanted. Heartbroken and betrayed, Ara walked away in the pouring rain, her heart shattered but her resolve stronger than ever. She would never let him back in. Three years later, Logan resurfaces—not through a business deal with her company, but through an unexpected acquisition of one of its key partners. Determined to win Ara back, Logan is no longer the man she once knew. He’s cold, relentless, and will stop at nothing to force her back into his world. “You can’t escape me, Ara. This time, I’ll make you stay.” But Ara is no longer the same woman she was. Her fierce independence and stubborn heart refuse to let Logan back in, no matter how hard he pushes. As their past resurfaces, secrets about Logan’s possible connection to her father’s death threaten to unravel everything.
View MoreAva’s POVOliver sat across from me, his brow furrowed as he leaned forward. The dim light of the restaurant cast shadows along the lines of his face."What was that about?" he demanded, his voice low but edged with curiosity.I tucked my phone away, keeping my expression calm. "Logan. He’s suspicious, but I can handle it. I managed to get here without his bodyguards t
Ava’s POVThe soft hum of the morning filtered through the curtains, a pale winter light casting long shadows across the bedroom. I woke before the alarm, the weight of the day already pressing against my chest. But today, something felt different.I slipped out of bed, and went to the kitchen. The kitchen was quiet as I moved through it, the faint chill from the marble counters biting at my fingertips. Breakfast. Something simple, something thoughtful. He wouldn't expect it, which made it all the more perfect. Pancakes,
Ava’s POVThe house felt hollow.The moment we stepped inside, the echo of our footsteps filled the empty space. Boxes lined the walls, stacked neatly, labeled in black marker. It didn’t feel like home anymore. Maybe it never truly had.I exhaled slowly, ignoring the knot tightening in my chest.Logan walked ahead, surveying the packed-up house with the air of a man checking something off a list. Meanwhile, I let my fingers trail over the familiar surfaces, absorbing what little warmth was left in this place.My eyes landed on a half-open box near the couch. Without thinking, I reached inside and pulled out a small, velvet-wrapped package.Daniel’s gift.I had tucked it away weeks ago, unable to bring myself to open it. Even now, my fingers hesitated over the wrapping, the weight of memories pressing down on me.Then, beneath it, I noticed the edge of something familiar—a leather-bound album.I froze.The photo album.My breath caught as I pulled it out, the weight of it heavier than
Ava’s POVIt had been a long time since we'd talked face to face like this.Since Zara had moved to another city for her dream job, and I buried myself in my own career, we swore we would keep in touch. But life had a way of slipping between us.Deadlines. Late nights. Missed calls that turned into forgotten ones. At first, it was easy to blame busy schedules, but then weeks turned into months, and our conversations dwindled to nothing more than occasional “Hope you’re doing well” messages.Now, as she stirred her latte, her eyes scanning me like she was trying to remember every detail she had missed, I felt that distance like a physical thing between us.“You cut your hair,” she finally said, her lips curling into a small smile.I tucked a stray strand behind my ear. “Yeah. A while ago.”“It looks good.”“You look good too. Work treating you okay?”“Busy, as usual. You know how it is.”I nodded because I did. Because “busy” had been my excuse too.Except it had. And everything was d






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