LOGINLogan’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
Logan's POV Jana’s fingers tightened on my arm the second we stepped out of the black car. Cameras flashed immediately–loud, aggressive, blinding. The hotel entrance was burning with white light.I didn’t smile.I couldn’t.But Jana did. Big, fake, and confident… like she had won something.She leaned closer to whisper through her teeth.“Remember, Logan. Behave. If you don't, Amelia will never see you the same again.”Her voice was light, but the threat in it was sharp.My jaw locked. My hands were in fists. The guts of this woman. I wanted to push her away, walk back into the car, disappear. But I stayed. Because she had said the one thing that I needed to know; the person behind Amelia's attack.I didn’t know if she was lying or not, but she knew a detail she shouldn’t have known. Something only someone close to the person behind it would know. And if she was telling the truth… I couldn’t risk Amelia getting hurt again.So I let Jana hold onto me.The photographers shouted our na
Amelia's POV I woke up feeling like my whole body had been drained of life. My eyes felt heavy, sore, and hot, as if they had been washed with salt. My head was pounding from crying too much, and for a moment, I just lay there staring at the chandelier in my room, trying to breathe without my chest tightening.When I rolled onto my side, I saw Alex sitting on the chair beside my bed. His hair was messy as if he had barely slept and he looked at me with soft worried eyes.“You’re awake,” he said gently.I nodded. “Yeah.”“You want water?”“No… I’m fine.”He didn’t believe me I was and I didn’t even believe myself.I reached for my phone not because I wanted to talk to anyone, but because for some stupid reason… I wanted to know if Logan had called. A part of me kept hoping he would check on me, even though he had made it clear to me that our relationship meant nothing to him.When the screen lit up…Nothing.There was no missed call, no message, nothing from him.I swallowed my disap
Logan’s POVMy office was quiet.I stared at the documents on my desk, the numbers blurring together. My pen hovered over the page, but nothing was making sense. I had been sitting here for hours, pretending to work, pretending I could focus.But I couldn’t.I was hurting deeply. The fact that I and Amelia were… done.I squeezed my eyes shut and leaned back in my chair.“Fuck,” I muttered under my breath, hitting the armrest with my fist not too loud, but loud enough to release some of the frustration boiling inside me.A soft knock came almost immediately.My assistant, Anna, peeked her head in. “Sir? Are you okay?”I straightened and forced a neutral expression. “Yes. I’m fine.”She nodded slowly, not convinced, but she stepped back and closed the door.I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a long breath.This was ridiculous. I couldn’t keep thinking about her. I had work. I had responsibilities. I had a company to run.But every time I told myself to move on, it felt like my c
Alex's POV The mansion was quiet, very quiet. Because everyone was sad about Mama Linda’s death. Honestly it's sad that I'd never see her smile in the kitchen anymore.I stepped out of my room and headed downstairs, even the walls felt different, as if they were grieving with us.I don't know why I was expecting to see Amelia at her usual morning spot–the dining area, all dressed up and ready to go to her office. I didn't see her anyways.Helen was standing by the hallway, her arms folded, a worried expression on her face.“Helen,” I called.She jumped a little. “Oh—Alex. I didn’t hear you.”“Well, how long have you been here? Is she out yet?”Helen shook her head. “I checked on her twice. She’s still in her room. She hasn’t eaten, hasn’t even opened the door… she just keeps telling me to go away.”My chest tightened.I didn’t expect her to bounce back immediately, but Amelia shutting people out… meant she's really hurt.“Ok, let’s go together,” I said.Helen nodded, falling into st







