MasukAmelia’s POVI had not asked where we were going.Logan had texted me at six to wear something warm, not a coat, something in between and I had stood in my wardrobe for longer than I would like to admit, trying to decode what that meant.I changed three times before he arrived.Not because I didn't know what I wanted to wear. I knew exactly what I wanted to wear, I'd picked it out the moment I read his text. I changed because I put it on and then stood in front of the mirror and thought, this is too obvious, and changed. Then I thought, this is too safe, and changed again. Then I put the first dress back on and stayed in it because I was twenty two years old and a CEO and I was not going to spend my evening being outwitted by my own wardrobe.Logan arrived at seven exactly. "You look…so good," he said when I opened the door.I smiled. "You haven’t told me where we're going," I said."No," he agreed. "I haven’t."I got in the car.Twenty minutes into the drive I gave up trying to figu
Logan's POV My office on a Saturday had a different quality to it.I had come in early. I hadn't told anyone.The document was already on my desk when I arrived. Nathaniel must have left it Friday evening, which meant he had known I would come in over the weekend. He knew me well enough not to be surprised by it. After six years as my corporate attorney, very little about me surprised Nathaniel anymore.I poured myself a drink, something strong, though it was barely eleven and sat down.I did not immediately open the folder.The Connells acquisition plan had been in motion for over two years. Not loudly. I had been in this long enough to quit. It's not my fault. It's just revenge, and it had been constructed in layers.Nathaniel arrived at half past eleven.I heard him before I saw him,his knock was always two short and precise, the same way he did everything."Come in."He entered carrying his own folder, jacket on despite the weekend, which was simply who Nathaniel was. He set his
Amelia's POV I was on my second cup of coffee when Helen walked into my kitchen, looked at my face, and said nothing for a full three seconds.They had stayed at my place ever since Mama Linda passed. And I was glad to have them here. I also dismissed my staffs temporarily and was in the kitchen these days. I'd say it was a good feeling. "What?" I asked her."Nothing." She moved to the counter and helped herself to a mug. "You just look different.""Different how.""Rested." She poured her coffee. Turned around. Studied me the way she studied restaurant menus — thoroughly and with great personal investment. "No, not rested. Settled. Like something stopped pulling at you."I looked back down at my mug.She was not wrong.I had slept properly for the first time in weeks. No 3am ceiling-staring, no low-grade anxiety, I had just…slept. I didn't even know what had changed. Helen, of course, was already several steps ahead of me."Is this about Logan?" she asked conversationally, like
Logan's POV The folder was still on my work table when I entered my study room. I had left it there on purpose. Some part of me needed to see it in the morning light, I needed to make sure it was still real and not something my mind had built out of rage and a bad night. It was real. I took my already made coffee, leaned against the counter, and opened it again. I hope no one had seen it, at least. The photographs, timestamps, transfers, receipts. Jana's signature woven through all of it like she had never once considered that someone might come looking. She was so stupid. I went through the folder and got to the last page. A contact log. Encrypted messages, re-routed, scrubbed; but not well enough. And at the bottom of the chain, almost like an afterthought, was a name that made everything in me go very, very still. Jake Matthews. Was I surprised he was working with her? Absolutely not. The man in the parking garage had been clear about one thing , Jana had another pe
Logan’s POVI was really relieved because Amelia didn’t shut me out completely.I couldn't believe how close I was to losing her for good.I drove away from her mansion slower than usual, my hands tight on the steering wheel. My chest felt loose a bit like something sitting on it had been removed.My phone buzzed on the passenger seat.I ignored it.Another vibration. Then another.Annoyed, I glanced down.It was an unknown number.*Don’t go home yet.* The text read.I frowned.I was about to block the number when another message came through.*The Paris attack wasn’t random.*My heart skipped.I slowed the car slightly.Another text.*The art gallery. Amelia was the target.My fingers tightened around the wheel.I pulled over without thinking.*If you want proof, read this.Your ex, Jana ordered it.*What could I say? I expected this.I stared at the screen, my pulse loud in my ears. I typed back.*Who is this?*The reply came immediately.*Someone she tried to ruin.And someone wh
Amelia’s POV“Do you want me to take you somewhere?” he asked quietly. “Or… we could just talk here. Never mind what I said.I let out a tired breath, staring straight ahead. “Yeah, It’s not necessary. Just say whatever you came to say.”He hesitated. Then I sighed, rubbing my temples. “You know what,” I said suddenly. “Let’s go somewhere. Anywhere.”He nodded, like he was relieved I changed my mind, and pulled out of the driveway.I genuinely did not know where we were going. I just wanted to cool my head off at this point.My hands were clasped tightly in my lap. I felt like if I loosened my grip even a little, I’d fall apart.After a while of silence in the car, Logan spoke.“I… I heard about Mama Linda,” he said softly. “I’m sorry, Amelia. I really am.” My throat tightened.I nodded once, looking out the window. “It’s fine.It wasn’t. But I didn’t have the strength to explain my grief to him. Not when everything already hurts too much.He glanced at me. “Are you okay?”I almost
Amelia’s POV It was the sixth day of the retreat, and honestly, I couldn’t wait for it to be over. I wanted to leave, to catch a flight back home, but something inside me told me I had to stay. I had called my assistant earlier to check on the company, hoping for good news, but everything was st
Amelia’s POVLogan and I stood there for a while, before Logan excused himself to greet someone. “I'll be back, honey” he said, kissing me on my cheek.I stood there now, curious about what to do now that he wasn't here. “Amelia?”I turned and immediately smiled. “Grace.”Thank God she's here.H
Amelia’s POVI woke up to the faint smell of coffee that filled the roomI was smiling , so hard. Why? Well, I was now officially someone’s girlfriend. Logan's girlfriend.The thought made me smile into the pillow before I could stop myself. God, it felt so good to even think that. I hadn’t realiz
Her nails scratched at my hand, her breath rasping as she tried to speak. “L-Logan—wait—” “ You sent someone to kill Amelia huh?” I hissed. “Tell me the truth or I’ll make sure you never take another breath in this city.” Her eyes widened, fear flickering before she forced a shaky laugh. “Are yo







