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 Kicks It With Dana's BrothersThe air on the ground floor of the Travis estate is suffocating, a dense mixture of damp wool, floral arrangements, and the heavy, unsaid expectations of a dynasty in mourning. It's been a while since I found myself in such a solemn setting. Though I understand Dana is upset, sad and in mourning, I need to get away from her wounded eyes and the way she looks at me like I’m an intruder.I spot Jack in the corner. He’s leaning against a bookshelf, his fingers dancing nervously over a single unlit cigarette. I didn't know Jack smoked. I remember trying to pick up the habit back in university because the aesthetic of the brooding intellectual appealed to me but the actual sensation of inhaling burning leaves felt fundamentally wrong. I gave it up after a few tries."Jack," I say, stopping a few feet from him.He looks up, and for a second, I think he might actually hit me. He is wound tight, his face a ghostly, alabaster white and his eyes da
Dana POV: Alex Attends The Funeral The grief of the morning is a fog so thick that, for the first time in months, the thought of Alex Logan doesn’t occupy a single corner of my mind. It is a strange, hollow relief, until the black BMW pulls up the narrow cemetery road.Beside me, Charles feels the sudden change. My hand, tucked into the crook of his arm, turns to stone."What is it?" he whispers, leaning down.I say nothing. I can’t as I watch the car door swing open. Alex steps out alone, a dark silhouette against the gray morning. He wears a black trench coat and a hat pulled low, looking less like a businessman and more like a figure from a noir film. He joins the tail end of the procession of well-wishers winding toward the graveside."Did you tell him?" Jack mutters from my other side."No," I whisper. "I don't know how he knows."A traitorous spark of warmth warms it's way inside my chest, fighting against the cold wind. If he is here, after everything, it means he still care
Dana POV: Wuckert Is Curious About The Pocket WatchThe air in our living room is thick with the scent of lilies and floor wax, and the suffocating weight of people murmuring.People have flown in from all over the country to bury my father. Most of them are strangers to me. Uncle Dwight Travis and Aunt Lilian Hobbs are both here. They're the ones I recognize the most out of the lot. They are the last of my father’s siblings, both well into their seventies, looking like weathered versions of the man we’re burying tomorrow. Dwight’s suit is impeccably pressed, but his skin hangs loose on his frame, a reminder that soon, we'll be coming together to bury him too. He signals me over. "So," Dwight says, when I'm sat beside him. "How is the family business, Dana?"I suppress a sigh. I’ve already had this conversation with Eddie. I told him: “no business this week.”Not while the casket is still open. Not while the ground is still cold. But Dwight is seventy, and despite the sharpness in h
Dana POVI think I cried everything out a long time before today. Some unknown, quiet part of me has been bracing for my father's death, holding itself ready, and so when it finally happens there's no flood of tears. All I feel is a hollow, ringing stillness in my soul where grief should be.I'm sitting on a bench at the far end of the corridor, away from the waiting area where my brothers cluster together. Mom had to be sedated. They gave her something and steered her into a bed two hours ago, and I watched her go without following.Derek cried a little, his face crumpling in a sudden, boyish way that reminded me he's still my little brother underneath everything else.I had crumpled to the floor. One moment I was standing, and the next the linoleum was cold under my knees and someone's hands were at my elbows, and then I was up again and walking, and I kept walking until I found this bench, and I've been here since.Jack brought water at some point. I took the bottle and thanked hi
Dana POV: The Organizers Switch On Dana?Jack leans picks his ridiculous Italian imitation again and says to Carmela Giuseppe, “Mamacita, give me a second and I’ll be with you.” Carmela raises an elegant eyebrow, amused. Jack turns to me and asks, “What’s going on, Dana? Those are your paintings
Dana POV: The Anniversary Is A Fraud The program begins proper just as I look away from Alex's fine face. I press my lips together, aware that a smile is on its way. Beside me, Eddie is doing a monotone about the idea he and my other brothers need funding for. And Jack is in the thick of it with
Alex POV: Alex Wants To Leave Jodie McGuire When I come out of the shower later in the evening, my phone is ringing. I called Kelly Stanton earlier, right after I got back from work. And again before I went into the bathroom. I wanted to talk to him before washing off and getting ready for bed. I
Dana POV: Jodie Wants Her To Be Bridesmaid By the time I get to the office, it's as though my legs weigh tons each. I'm stumbling forward struggling to hold myself together and not crash into something and weep. Derek looks up from his desk the second I walk past him. He's up from his chair insta












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