Married to my Ex's Father: A tale of revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

It was past midnight when Mia sneaked into Jason's room. Her intentions had been to taunt him one more time about her exacting her revenge on him. The room was empty when she made her way in—as usual. He barely stayed in his room and perhaps was spending time at the lounge or by the pool. She gritted her teeth and walked out of the room briskly before anyone saw her. She stopped in the middle of the hallway, turning around to make sure that no one was watching her. First, she made her way to the lounge. He wasn't there. Next she headed for the pool; she was sure he would be there, but he was missing. She wasn't bothered that he wasn't there. It was unusual for him not to be back home by this time, and it was already way past midnight. With a disappointed look on her face, she headed back to her room. She reached for her phone and saw that the news about her sex tape with Jason had made it to the headlines. A smile crept into her face. The videos and pictures she had anonymously

Logan's assistant returned with three shot glasses. She took the whiskey bottle and filled each of the three glasses to the brim before she offered it to them and walked away. "So what brings you to my office?" Logan asked after they had exchanged pleasantries. "Of course you know what brings us here, Logan.""Perhaps I do not, Diana…” Logan cut in. Diana sat back, her eyes glanced at the glasses of whiskey on the table, and then at the men reaching for the drinks. "Your son, Logan—you have to do something about him!" "Oh, about that." Logan laughed briefly. I already have that taken care of.""How, Logan?” "Our reputation is on the line here." "I already paid a couple of blogs to take down all tapes of him.""Really? And how do you think that's working out for us." Diana let out sarcastically, her brows furrowed with displeasure.Logan sipped casually from his glass. He wasn't sure which burned him more; the whiskey or what Diana had just said. If there was one that tore him

Before Mia could process anything further, the man slapped her hard across the face. Her neck twisted to the side from the impact. The pain travelled from her face to her entire body, causing her to stagger back and lose her balance. Holding the side of her face while trying to reach for her coat and at the same time get away from the man, she began to scoot backwards away from the man. Beads of sweat had broken out across her forehead, and blood had begun to gather at the corner of her mouth. Terror spread out on her face as she got up and tried to escape, but the man got hold of her hair and yanked her back. She shrieked, tears dripping from the side of her eyes. "Please let me go, you're hurting me!" Mia begged. It was as though her screams fueled the man's desires to hurt her. "Please let me go!" Mia begged again. She was afraid for her life. There was nobody around to come save her; no one could hear her screams, and she had walked a long mile away from Fred's house. The s

The room smelled of oil and old smoke—metallic tang that clung to tongues and made voices sound rougher. Fluorescent tubes, one cracked, buzzed above a long steel table scarred with bullets and endless deals. Around it sat men and women who had woven violence into their calendars, who measured risk like accountants did numbers. At the head, Logan leaned back on a chair that had seen better days, fingers laced behind his head as if he could cradle the whole city in that effortless posture. Diana stood opposite him, a glass of whiskey in one hand and a smirk she wore like armor.“Black vaults,” Logan said, unfurling a map with one practiced thumb. “Two armored carriers. Government convoy—unmarked plates. We ambushed at 03:12. No civilian casualties. No loose ends. No mistakes.”A ripple of approval threaded the circle. The loot sat in the center of the table, wrapped in tarps: stacks of sterilized currency, hard drives humming with secrets, a fat envelope of passports with gold-embossed

It had been exactly two months since Mia broke up with Jason and moved into Logan's house. Right before she had found Jason in bed with that woman, she had been sexually active with him. The doctor had revealed at the hospital that Mia was two months and a few weeks pregnant. To reconfirm her fears, she secretly got a pregnancy strip to test herself. That morning, holding the container with the warm liquid that seeped through her palm, Mia stood in front of the bathroom mirror. She examined the image of the woman staring back at her before dipping the base of the pregnancy strip into the cup of urine. She let it sit on the table before spreading her hands apart on its side. Her head hanging over her shoulders, with her hair falling freely down her cheeks. She waited. "I hadn't gotten my period for two months. What the hell was I thinking?!" She let out a sigh, then shuffled her fingers across the numerous items scattered all over the table, reaching for a bottle of medicine. Sh