LOGINI never meant for Caspian and Zavian to become part of my life. It began after heartbreak and humiliation, when one reckless decision brought me face-to-face with two men I should have avoided. I thought it would end there. I was wrong. Caspian is confident, unpredictable, and always seems to know exactly what I'm trying to hide. Zavian is colder, more calculating, and far too skilled at seeing through every excuse I make. Together, they are impossible to ignore. What should have been a brief encounter becomes something far more complicated when both men refuse to disappear from my life. Suddenly, they're everywhere. At unexpected meetings. Around familiar places. And far too close to the world I once shared with my former fiancé. I should stay away from them. They bring complications I don't need, questions I'm not ready to answer, and secrets that could turn my already shattered life upside down. But Caspian and Zavian aren't interested in pretending nothing happened between us. They remember the woman I was when I stopped worrying about everyone else's expectations. And every time they appear, they challenge me to become that woman again. The worst part? My former fiancé has no idea what's happening right in front of him. What began as a reckless response to betrayal is becoming a connection none of us expected. Now I'm caught between the life I thought I wanted, the two men who refuse to become part of my past, and a truth I'm finally beginning to understand: Maybe losing my old future wasn't the end of my story. Maybe it was the beginning of a completely different one.
View More104. AsenaIt's evening and the house feels quiet.. Not just feels, it's quiet. Somewhere downstairs a single lamp has been left on for Bernard’s final rounds. Upstairs, the nursery door stands slightly open. Our bedroom is lit only by the low warm glow of the bedside lamp. The curtains are drawn against the night. Everything feels hushed and safe.I stand at the edge of the bed while Caspian and Zavian move around me. Their hands are already on me, unbuttoning, easing fabric away, lingering on the places where my body has changed. My belly is rounded now, full with the twins.Every so often one of them kicks. It's either a soft kick or a stronger roll that still steals my breath. Caspian’s palm settles over the curve as the last of my dress falls away. Zavian’s fingers trace the stretch of skin at my hip with careful reverence.“You’re so beautiful like this,” Caspian murmurs.Zavian kisses the side of my neck. “So beautiful.”They guide me onto the bed with the same steady care th
103. AsenaThe house feels different now.Light moves through it more freely. Morning sun spills across the floors of the sunroom where I work. Afternoon gold settles on the stairs and the long hallway that leads to the nursery. Even the evenings seem softer, as if the walls themselves have learned how to hold peace. I notice it in small moments; the way the air feels warmer, the way silence no longer carries tension. The danger that once lived in every corner is gone. What remains is life.I spend most mornings at my worktable.The jewelry designs have grown with me. What began as quiet pieces made in stolen hours has become something larger. Orders arrive from places I once only saw on maps, boutiques in Paris, a small gallery in Tokyo, private clients in New York who request custom work months in advance. I still sketch by hand first. The feel of pencil on paper steadies me. Then I move to the metal and stone, shaping each piece with the same careful attention I once used just to s
Asena povWhen we start setting the nursery room, we kickstart with an empty room and far too many opinions.We chose it because it is the bedroom closest to ours.It also comes with wide windows that catch the morning sun and overlook the quieter side of the garden. For the first few days, none of us does much more than stand in the doorway and stare.Caspian measures the room, then he measures it again.“Did you already measure that?” I ask when he attempts to do it a third time. “Yes.” he replies, too serious. “Then why are you doing it again?” I probe. Caspian glances at me as though the answer should be obvious. “To make sure.”Behind him, Zavian is writing something in his notebook.I lean against the doorframe. “And what are you writing?” I ask, trying not to sound as amused as I feel. “Things we need.” he answers. “How many things?” I continue and that's when he looks down at the page.“A lot of stuff, Asena.” He answers and I laugh.There is something strangely comfortin
101. AsenaThe days after I tell them about the baby unfold like something out of a dream I never dared to have.Caspian and Zavian become almost impossible to separate from me. It is not the hovering fear of the first weeks after the hospital. This is different. It was warmer, steadier, filled with a quiet and fierce joy that shows in every small action. They wake when I wake. They notice the moment my stomach turns in the morning and have crackers and ginger tea ready before I can ask. They adjust the temperature in every room I enter. They take the stairs beside me as if the gentle slope might suddenly become dangerous.I have never been pampered like this in my life.On the third morning Caspian carries a tray into the sunroom where I am sketching. Fresh fruit cut into neat pieces, toast, the mild tea that sits easiest on my stomach. He sets it down, presses a kiss to the top of my head, and only then takes the seat across from me.“You didn’t have to do that,” I say, though the w
AsenaI step out of the taxi and look at the huge building before me. My phone chimes with a new message. Suite 412. Can't wait to see you in the dress, babe.I press my phone against my chest, trying to calm the wild flutter in my heart.In three days, I’ll wed the love of my life.Matteo Russo.
AsenaCaspian's mouth descends, and the first stroke of his tongue against my oversensitive flesh makes me jolt."Wait…" I gasp, trying to close my legs, but his hands grip my thighs, holding them open."Relax, sweetheart," he murmurs against my skin. "I'm just going to taste you. That's all.""Tha
Asena“ I want this.” I declare. Something flickers in Caspian's eyes. It's a look that should terrify me.Instead, it sets me on fire.His hand tightens on my waist and his fingers dig in possessively as he pulls me flush against him. I feel every inch of hardness of his body through our clothes
AsenaThe question slams into me, stealing my breath away. Compensation? What the actual fuck? "I... I didn't mean to walk in on you," I manage, my voice fracturing.“I was being followed so I…” I fumble with words. I just needed…""Sure you were." Caspian lifts his hand, hid fingers threading th






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