Chapter 002

I leaned against the chair, my arms folded tightly, staring at Logan. His calm expression only made me more curious.

"Why should I agree to this?" I asked, my voice steady but my heart racing.

Logan’s lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the counter.

“It’s simple, make him regret ever cheating on you.” he said, his voice low and smooth. “Jake will see you with me, he'll see us together and he’ll be jealous. He’ll realize what he’s lost and chase you back. Then if you accept him back eventually, you can make Beth regret betraying you.”

I blinked, my brows furrowing at his words. Did he really think Jake deserved another chance after what I saw last night? I want to make him pay.

“I know how much you love him,” Logan added casually, his tone almost teasing.

“Loved,” I corrected sharply. The word tasted bitter in my mouth.

Logan chuckled softly, his dark eyes gleaming. “Plus, we could be the power couple everyone envies,” he teased, his smirk widening as if he already knew I’d say yes.

Despite myself, a small smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I hated how he already had an effect on me. But I quickly suppressed it, folding my arms tighter.

“Why are you doing this?” I asked, narrowing my eyes at him. “What’s in it for you?”

His smirk widened, and he shrugged as if the answer was obvious. “Because I’m bored.”

I raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“And,” he added, his tone softening as his eyes locked with mine, “because I don’t want to see you hurt.”

The sincerity in his voice caught me off guard. For a moment, I just stared at him, unsure of what to say. There was something about the way he looked at me like he could see every crack in my armor but didn’t want to exploit it.

“So,” he said, leaning back in his chair with an air of nonchalance, “what do you say, Miss Amelia? Be mine for three months?”

I hesitated, my mind racing with everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours. Jake’s betrayal, Logan’s strange yet oddly comforting offer—it all felt overwhelming.

But then I thought about Jake. About how I had supported him, believed in him, given him everything he wanted. And this was how he repaid me? Cheating on me with my Bestfriend? And oh Beth, you traitor.

I straightened in my seat, my resolve hardening. “Fine,” I said, nodding slowly. “I’ll be your girlfriend, Mr. Logan.”

Logan’s smirk widened, and for a moment, I felt like I had just made a deal with the devil.

****

The next morning, I woke up to sunlight streaming through the large windows of my bedroom. I stretched lazily, letting the soft sheets slide against my skin.

My room was spacious and elegant, decorated in soft cream and gold tones. A chandelier hung from the ceiling, and a tray of breakfast; croissants, fresh fruit, and coffee waited on the bedside table.

But even the comfort of my room couldn’t distract me from the series of emotions still swirling inside me.

I reached for my laptop, unable to resist the urge to learn more about Logan. I mean I had to know who I was dealing with. I typed his name into the search bar, and almost immediately, the results flooded in.

"Logan Wills - CEO and Heir of Regals Enterprises."

I blinked at the headline, my curiosity growing. I've heard about it before.

Regals Enterprises was a massive company, known for its luxury brands and high-profile ventures. Logan wasn’t just some charming stranger,his father used to be one of the most influential men in the country. But I knew that years ago, their company went bankrupt or something like that. But it's rising again.

As I scrolled through the articles, my phone buzzed on the nightstand. I glanced at the screen, and my stomach churned.

LOML.

I stared at the name I had once saved for Jake, my chest tightening with a mixture of anger and disgust. How could I have been so blind?

I hit “Decline” and quickly opened my contacts, editing his name to “Jake.” I couldn’t stand the sight of those letters mocking me anymore.

The phone buzzed again. And again.

I clenched my jaw, my patience wearing thin. Finally, I switched the phone off and tossed it onto the bed. Jake could wait.

I showered and as I was getting dressed, a familiar voice called from outside my bedroom door.

“Amelia,” Mama Linda said softly.

I turned to see her standing in the doorway, her kind face full of warmth. She had been my nanny since I was a little girl, and even now, she was more like family than staff.

“A man is waiting for you outside,” she said with a small smile. “He said his name is Logan.”

Logan. Just hearing his name made my stomach flutter slightly, though I wasn’t sure why.

“Tell him I’ll be there in a minute,” I said, returning her smile.

I crossed to my wardrobe, running my fingers over the rows of dresses. After a moment’s hesitation, I pulled out a red dress. It was simple yet elegant, hugging my figure in all the right places. The vibrant color brought out the warm tones in my skin and complemented my hazel eyes.

As I smoothed the fabric over my hips and checked my reflection, I couldn’t help but feel a small surge of confidence. If Logan was going to insist on this charade, I might as well play the part.

When I stepped outside, Logan was waiting by his car. He looked as sharp as ever in a tailored navy suit, his dark hair perfectly styled. The sunlight made his skin glow, and for a moment, I couldn’t look away

“Stunning,” he said, his voice low and smooth.

I rolled my eyes, though I couldn’t help the small smile that crept onto my lips. “Flattery won’t get you anywhere, Mr. Wills.”

“Oh, I beg to differ,” he replied with a smirk, opening the car door for me.

We arrived at an upscale office building, its sleek glass exterior reflecting the bright morning sunlight. Inside, Logan led me to a private meeting room where the contract was waiting.

As I skimmed through the document, my heart raced. This was all so surreal. A part of me couldn’t believe I was going through with this.

“So,” Logan said, breaking the silence. “Any questions?”

I looked up at him, my brow furrowed. “Why do we even need a contract? Isn’t this a bit... excessive?”

Logan shrugged, his expression unreadable. “Call it a formality. I like things to be clear and professional.”

I studied his face, searching for any hint of ulterior motives. But Logan Wills was a man of mystery, and his poker face gave nothing away.

With a deep breath, I signed the document.

As we left the building, Logan placed a hand on the small of my back, guiding me toward the car. His touch was light yet firm, and for some reason, it sent a shiver down my spine.

“Amelia!”

The sound of my name froze me in place.