LOGINImagine being born into a wealthy family that thinks you don't deserve a place at the table because you're different. Imagine being told you'll never be loved for who you are. Imagine believing this is true until you meet that one person who doesn't care what the world thinks of you. At 26, Dana Travis had resigned to a life of art and listening to her voice on her small recorder. But when she meets the unusually handsome Alex Logan, a billionaire CEO, who asks her to sign a contract marriage for two years with him, Dana says, “why not?” Imagine your hands stuck in the cookie jar, imagine owning the cookie jar. Like all agreements with an expiry date, Dana and Alex's contract of a delicious marriage ends . . . but not Dana’s feelings. But Alex is a billionaire, while she's . . . nothing, just a pretty girl with a big imagination. Or is she just that? Could Dana somehow get Alex to believe her feelings are true, or is she in this alone? “It was just a contract,” Dana tells herself. “Nothing more.” But it is clear there is more. Dana caught feelings, hard. What woman wouldn't after being deliriously loved by Alex Logan. It was supposed to be a contract, no strings attached. But now there's a whole pregnancy attached, and a heart that beats only for Alex. But Alex seems to have moved on with a new catch, the undefeated beauty, Jodie . . .
View MoreDana POV: Divorced, Crushed
I grip Alex's hand tighter as we step into the posh hallway of Kelly Stanton's law firm, the marble floors echoing our footsteps like a countdown. My heart pounds, a wild drum in my chest, because today is the day I finally tell him.
When he told me we were coming to see Kelly, I knew our contract marriage was about to end.
Two weeks ago, we weren't supposed to cross that line—our contract marriage was clear: no intimacy, no complications. But we did, tangled in sheets and whispers in his penthouse, and it shattered me in the best way. I loved every second, loved him, because somewhere in these two years of pretending, Alex made me feel safe, and cherished, like no man ever has. His quiet strength, the way he looks at me like I'm the only thing that matters in his billion-dollar world, it's undone me. I'm in love with him, deeply, terrifyingly, and I can't hold it in anymore.
"Alex," I say, pulling him to a stop just outside Kelly's office door. My heart is drumming but I force myself on. "I need to talk to you. It's important."He glances down at me, his chiseled jaw set in a way that's become sweetly familiar this past year, his beautiful dark eyes distant, and cold. "Can it wait? We're already late."Before I can answer, the door swings open, and Kelly steps out in polished suit and a warm solicitor’s smile. "Alex! Dana! Come on in, you two. I've got everything ready."Alex nods, guiding me inside with a hand on my lower back that's feels more perfunctory than affectionate. Kelly gestures to the plush chairs in front of his massive desk."Have a seat. This won't take long."
We sit, and I shift in my chair, my stomach knotting. I glance at Alex, his profile hard and handsome as ever, and try again. "Alex, really, can I have a word? Just a minute?"
He waves it off, checking his watch. "Whatever it is, it can wait until after. Let's get this done."Kelly slides a stack of papers across the desk, the divorce documents crisp and final. "Here we go. Everything's in order. Alex, you first."Alex picks up the pen without hesitation, his signature flowing across the page in bold strokes. He pushes the packet toward me. "Your turn. Sign."I stare at the papers, my vision blurring. My heart races, aching like it's being squeezed in a vise. This isn't how it's supposed to end. I look up at him, pleading. "Alex, what I wanted to talk about . . . it's serious. You've been so cold this past week. I don't understand what's changed."He meets my gaze, his expression a cool detached mask of nonchalance. "That's because the contract ended two weeks ago, Dana. We're done. I just haven't had the time to wrap it up until now,’ he says in a flat tone, but then his face flushes red, a sudden anger creeping in. "You can go be with the man you truly love."I blink, confusion washing over me like a wave. "What? There's no one, Alex. I don't have anyone else."He shakes his head, his eyes narrowing, his anger blooming. "I know what I saw. Don't play games.""What you saw?” I ask, deeply worried, “What are you talking about?”"You're wasting time," he snaps, his tone is of irritation now, that nonchalance cracking at the edges. "I have other engagements." He turns to Kelly. "The party's still on tonight?"Kelly nods, looking a bit uncomfortable. "Yeah, all set. Eight o'clock at the club."Alex's phone buzzes. He answers it, listens for a second, then says, "Okay, baby. I'll be downstairs in a minute." He hangs up, stands abruptly, and heads for the door without another word to me.The door clicks shut behind him, and I sit there, my world tumbling. My chest heaves, tears pricking at my eyes. Why didn't I confess sooner? In the hallway, in the car on the way here, anywhere. But I've been so afraid. Alex is a billionaire, surrounded by luxury and power. What if he thinks I'm just after his money? That my love is as fake as our marriage started out to be? I love him for him: the way he laughs at my terrible jokes, the quiet nights where he holds me like I'm precious. But now it's too late, and regret crashes over me like a storm.Mutinous tears roll out of my eyes and I wipe them, turning to Kelly. "Does he . . . does he have a new girl already?"Shock widens his eyes. He leans forward. "Dana, are you . . . are you in love with him? For real?""Yes," I whisper, the word breaking free. "God, yes. I love him so much it hurts."Before Kelly can respond, the door opens again. Alex walks in, this time with a stunning, tall, brunette, dressed in a gorgeous red dress on his arm. "Kelly, this is Jodie. Jodie, my best friend and lawyer, Kelly Stanton."Jodie smiles brightly. "Nice to meet you." She turns to me. "And you must be Dana. Hello."My throat tightens up, emotion choking me. I manage a tiny "Hello," that comes out as a rasp.Alex glances at me, flaring irritation in his eyes. "What's holding up the signing? Let's finish this."Kelly stands quickly, motioning to Alex. "I've got it. Go on, I'll handle the rest."Alex nods curtly, escorts Jodie out, and the door shuts again leaving us in a deafening silence.Kelly sighs, dipping his hands into his pockets, shrugging helplessly. "You can see he's done, Dana. He’s moved on."I shake my head, tears streaming now. "I thought he loved me too. The way he looked at me, the things he said . . .""How could you think that?" Kelly asks gently, with a hint of pity. "This was a contract from the beginning. No strings attached. That's what you both agreed to.""But we . . ." I cut him off, my voice rising with desperation. "We made love. Two weeks ago. It wasn't just sex—Alex made love to me. He was tender, passionate, like I was everything to him. And now? I can't get him out of my soul. He's in every thought, every breath. I love him, Kelly. More than I've ever loved anyone."Kelly's jaw drops, his eyes going wide with genuine shock. He stares at me for a long moment, processing. Then, without a word, he bolts upright. "Stay right here."He rushes out of the office, leaving me alone with the papers, my heart a wreckage of hope and fear. What have I done? And what will happen now that the truth is out—too late, or just in time?Alex POV: Alex Sees The TruthI pull the rental Toyota up to the curb near the Holocaust Memorial Museum. It is barely 8:00 AM, and the morning air holds a boring whiteness over the city. Kelly Stanton is standing like a sentry on the sidewalk.He gives the rental a disgusted stare."Let's walk, Alex," he says, turning his back to the vehicle."You called me out here at eight in the morning telling me we need to meet ASAP, and now you just want to go for a stroll? What exactly is the emergency, Kelly?"Stanton doesn't answer right away. He sets off down the path at a leisurely pace. I stare at him for a moment before joining him. From this stretch of the National Mall, the Washington Monument juts out like a big unnatural sword against the pale, empty morning sky."Alex, it's a mess," Stanton says, his eyes fixed forward. "A complicated mess.""You can break down a mess over the phone," I point out."No. I wanted to tell you this in person," he replies, his voice thick with an unchara
Dana POV: Jodie Is PregnantI look back into the dim living room. My mother is still sound asleep in the couch, oblivious to the danger mustering outside. A second knock makes me jump. Through the fish-eye lens of the peephole, Jodie looks too unhinged for me to even consider letting her inside. Her jaw is clenched, and her eyes are pacing the porch. What if she's here to physically harm me? Given the sheer desperation it takes to frame me, I wouldn't put anything past her.Right then, my phone rings in my hand. It’s Fanny. Quickly, I answer in a whisper, "Jodie is here. She's right outside on the porch."She says, "I'm here too."Oh thank goodness. I press my eye to the glass peephole once more. A taxi comes to a stop at the curb in front of the car where Fenton's bandmate is leaning. The rear door opens, and Fanny climbs out. Jodie turns around at the sound, her eyes lock onto Fanny.I throw the door open just as Jodie marches down the steps to intercept Fanny on the sidewalk.Jo
Dana POV: Jodie Came Over Fanny looks at me, her eyes practically bugging out of her head as we walk out to the motel parking lot. My phone vibrates in my hand and I look at it. Hymar has just sent the video file and mapping analysis to my email."So, are you going to show Alex this thing?" Fanny asks, rushing her steps to keep pace with me as I march toward the street. "Dana, think about it. This could blow the case out of the water. You have to show him right now."I stop walking and look at her. "I've already given Alex more than enough evidence to prove that it isn't me on that security camera," I say. "But he didn't believe me, Fanny. He looked me right in the eye and he doubted me. Look, I am done trying to convince Alex of my innocence. He can choose to believe whatever the hell he wants to believe from now on. It's stupid. He's being stupid."Fanny sighs and throws her hands up in the air in a gesture of frustration. "Yeah, he's acting like an idiot, and this entire situati
Dana POV: It Is A Man In The Footage Surprisingly, nothing happens for the next two days. The silence from the police and from Alex is louder than any siren. I find myself jumping at every sudden sound in the house, from the groan of the house at night, the rustle of paper on my desk, to the wind brushing against the windowpane. I eat next to nothing, my stomach permanently tied in a tight, anxious knot.And at the office, I find myself wandering down the hallway, opening the door to Alex's office even though I know he's not in. Derek tells me that Alex flew back to California to handle some urgent business matter. Desperate for answers, I even went by the local concert venue yesterday afternoon, hoping and fearing that I might run into Fenton or Jodie lurking around. But the venue was deserted. I'm left with nothing but my own racing thoughts.Fanny calls me early this morning. She wants us to meet up for a quick lunch downtown to talk. As the morning whiles away, I keep anxiousl
Alex POV: Orsini’s Deal Comes With A Catch "You are sure this recording is authentic?"I stare at Stanton, my hands gripping the edge of the kitchen counter, Dana's perfume still giving me a heady rock.He nods as he sets his briefcase down. "Yes. I had Jerry at the soundlab downtown check it out.
Dana POV: Dana And Fanny: Soul SistersWhen I walk into the living room the place is packed. Jack, Eddie, Cilian, my mom, and Fanny are all waiting for me. They raise their heads in unison the moment I walk in. "Mom?" I ask, as I look around the crowded room. "Jack? Eddie? Fanny? What are you all
Dana POV: Jodie Has ConnectionsI am out on bail.The ink from the precinct’s cheap pen feels unreasonably heavy as I drag it over the dotted line. Still stunned by the rapid sequence of events, it doesn't make me feel any better to be "temporarily free," as Detective Fred Meyer phrased it just mo
Dana POV: Dana Is Arrested "I want you to know I am never going anywhere with you ever again," Cilian says, his knuckles tight on the steering wheel. "And even if you are on your deathbed, gasping your final breath, I will completely ignore anything you have to say.""Where's my recorder?" I ask,












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