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.
Amelia’s POV The restroom was quiet and beautiful, even though one could hear a little music coming from the outside. The restroom had soft golden lights and scented candles placed neatly along the marble sinks. It also smelled like lavender and something faintly floral. For a moment, it felt really peaceful. Someone then opened the door, almost immediately. And then I turned around and stopped. "Beth?" I said, confused. She stood by the door, arms crossed, her face unreadable. Her eyes narrowed. “What are you doing at my father’s gala?” Her tone was bitter, almost accusing. "Here to cause more trouble??" she said. I blinked, keeping my voice calm. “You father invited me, Beth. That's the only reason of me being here,” I then turned to leave, not in the mood for drama. But as I stepped forward, she blocked my way and pushed me lightly. Not enough to hurt me, but enough to make me stumble a little. I steadied myself and looked at her in disbelief. She stepped clos
The day flew by faster than I expected, and soon enough, I was back home. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about Logan. It was strange… how just being around him made my stomach flutter. I kept trying to remind myself; that all this is just a proposal. That’s what this is, right? Deep down, I wasn’t sure even anymore. What if this wasn’t just work? What if we were really building something? I tried to shake the thought off, but I couldn’t wipe the small smile off my face either. While lying on my bed, I picked up my phone to scroll through some emails. That’s when I saw a message from Mom. > MOM: “Are you okay?” MOM: [Link attached] Curious, I clicked the link. The headline stopped my heart for a second. > “Amelia Connells and Jake Matthews Back Together??” “Is She Cheating On Her New Boyfriend Logan Wills?” Right below it was a blurry picture of Jake entering the Connells Enterprise building. I froze. “What the hell…” I whispered, my voice cracking a li
I clenched my jaw for half a second, then turned toward them with the best fake smile I could manage. Amelia’s smile faltered the moment our eyes met. Her gaze bounced between me and Jana, clearly trying to figure something out. “Y-you guys know each other?” she asked, a little confused. Before I could speak, Jana jumped in. “Yeah, sure,” she said smoothly. “Who wouldn’t know Logan Wills?” She was looking directly at me. I could see it in her eyes — the game she was playing. What was she up to? Jana continued, her voice light, almost playful. “I’ve heard a lot about him on blogs… seen him around the city too, here and there. But never actually met him in real life. So this was a surprise.” I blinked. What? That’s the story she’s going with? She didn’t tell Amelia we used to date? Didn’t mention how she left me when everything went to hell? Just... some guy she’s seen on the blogs? Yeah. She was definitely up to something. I nodded slowly, playing along.
Logan’s POV By the time I pulled up to my house, the sky had already darkened. My thoughts were still spinning from the mess on the gossip blogs. The way Jake’s face appeared next to Amelia’s name on that stupid headline, it irritated me more than I cared to admit. I clicked the button on the dash and the gate opened slowly. The headlights swept across the front yard; and my car drove through the clean stone pathway and the lights I'd had installed. Everything looked calm on the outside, but inside me? Not so much. One of the gardeners waved as I drove in. “Good evening, sir.” I gave him a small nod without a word, too deep in my thoughts to manage small talk. As I stepped out of the car, the night air hit my face. Cool, still and too quiet. I walked up to the front door, slipped my key in, and pushed it open. “Logan.” I froze. The voice stopped me mid-step. Soft, warm, familiar. Of course I knew that voice. I turned around slowly. And there she was. “Mom?” I sa
Logan's POVMy office was quiet, but not silent. The soft whir of the audio monitor filled the space like a ticking clock.I sat behind my desk, back straight, fingers together, watching the waveform of Amelia's voice rise and fall on the screen in front of me. Zach leaned over my shoulder, his eyes locked on the laptop."You sure this thing picks up everything?" he asked, his tone casual, but I caught the flicker of unease in his voice."Well I hope so,” I replied.Amelia’s voice filtered through the speaker; sharp, calm, controlled. She was really a queen "Yeah, 30 million, you have exactly a month to pay back." Zach let out a low whistle. "She’s cold. I love it."I didn’t say anything. But inside? Yeah. I was proud. She didn’t flinch. Not once. She stood her ground and put him exactly where he belonged, right beneath her heel.But the pride was twisted with something else. Guilt.She trusts me. I was at her house. She's let me come into her office any time, she even made me din
Amelia's POV I felt… better, stronger, lighter. It was like as the days went by, something heavy just kept rolling off my chest. A few days ago, I was the girl who got cheated on. Now? I don’t even recognize that version of me. I take it as a sign of growth, I guess. Even though it cost me a few sleepless nights. But thanks to Logan. And my parents. But… mostly Logan. That dinner we had two nights ago at my place was surprisingly nice. Not loud or fancy. Just the two of us. I cooked. Yes I can. I could’ve easily asked the chef, but I wanted to do something a little real for him. ***** *Two nights ago* “You’re so bad at this,” Logan said with a half-smile, watching me attempt to cut the vegetables. I scoffed. “I’m doing just fine.” He leaned against the kitchen counter, sleeves rolled, arms crossed. “That tomato is weeping for help.” I looked down at the mess. “Fine. You do it, Mr. Expert.” Logan walked over, close enough that I could smell his cologne, subtle but sharp