It's truly shameful to admit, but for the past two months, I've been enslaved by Logan. The idea of submitting to any man was something I never imagined. I believe strongly in women's empowerment and always thought that no man could bring me down. My dad and brother treat me like a princess, so I never anticipated experiencing such hell at the hands of Logan.He consistently insults my very existence. I find myself praying that Saturdays and Sundays never come. Who in their right mind would willingly become someone's slave? Damn, that vase! Why did I have to read it? I wish I didn't have any problems right now. Today, I couldn't accompany Alice. She needed to help her parents, who were attending an important event in another town. As for me, I had nothing to do. I wanted to find an excuse not to go to the hacienda. But to my surprise, Logan still showed up and personally fetched me from our house. I could feel my face reddening in embarrassment in front of my mom. It felt as if I wer

I hurriedly made my way to the back of the mansion, trying to catch my breath and process what just happened. Did Jude really flirt with me? I couldn't believe it. It was a mix of feeling slightly offended and flattered. It's not something that happens every day.I've had experiences being courted by models and even some actors. I still remember that one day when a famous male actor approached me, asking me to be his girlfriend right then and there. But of course, he had a history of celebrity girlfriends. I refuse to be anyone's second choice. I know my worth, and I have my own standards.As for Jude, he's undeniably handsome, but I made a promise to myself that I won't get involved with another Lopez. The two Lopezs I've encountered have already caused enough stress in my life, so why would I willingly add to it?Collecting myself, I focused on the task at hand. I didn't expect to come across another Lopez today. My curiosity had already been satisfied, and I didn't feel the need to

I intended to have a quick conversation with Logan. I needed to review my notes and memorize a few formulas, but he just wouldn't end the call. He always had a story to tell. Why was he so talkative on the phone? It was a serious question."I still need to review," I told him, hoping he would understand.I could hear him sigh on the other end of the line. "Okay, study well, and good luck with your examination," he said abruptly, ending the call. He could be so rude sometimes! In my opinion, it should be the girl who ends the call!Glancing at the digital clock beside my night lamp, I realized it was almost midnight, and I hadn't even started reviewing yet. I needed to double-time!With only about four hours of sleep, I felt the exhaustion weighing me down. It seemed like I had just closed my eyes, but the lack of sleep was all too real. And I couldn't blame anyone else but Logan for this early morning headache."You didn't sleep, did you?" Alice scolded me as I yawned in the back of C

November was fast approaching, and on this particular day, November 1, I found myself reflecting on how differently people in the countryside observed this day compared to when I lived in the city. Back then, it was just like any other day for me, nothing special. But here, in the countryside, it was a day of gathering, picnics, and reunions at the cemetery—a time for people to connect with their relatives in a unique way. It made me realize that there was still so much for me to learn.As for me, it was our vacation and semester break, giving me the opportunity to catch up on some much-needed rest. Just one more month, and I would finally be free from Logan's company. If you were to ask me about how things were between us now, I would say that Logan had transformed in my eyes. The guy I once thought would be a constant headache had become someone I could rely on.Of course, there was always the lingering fear of being accused of ulterior motives or facing baseless criticism. But grad

The fleeting moments of our semester break have come to an end, signaling the return to the rhythm of my everyday life. Claybourne is calling my name as I plan a visit to see my father, and the anticipation builds even further knowing that my brother will be joining us in December. Excitement bubbles inside me, eager to embrace the upcoming moments.As I immersed myself in my activities, I suddenly felt a vibration in my bag, an indication of an incoming text message. With the day drawing to a close, it was our final class. I glanced at my phone and read the unexpected message: 'I will pick you up; I need you for an event.' An eyebrow raised, surprised at his audacity to enlist me for yet another errand. It seemed he had grown accustomed to relying on me.Taking a deep breath, I reassured myself that I could handle it. I would tolerate his demands for now, but the days of being under his control were numbered. 'You don't have to pick me up; I'll make my own way there,' I replied, dete