All Chapters of The billionaire who stole my heart : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Logan’s POVI hadn’t had the luxury of closing my eyes in sleep even a bit ever since we saw a drone recording us by the window.There was something fishy about the radiance of that red blinking light seen as the drone hovered at the most critical moment of out retreat; our bonding moment. How precise it was in timing, targeting when we were all over each other and ruining the moment left me confused.As for Leigh, I was able to persuade her to go back to sleep, while I do the thinking for the both of us. But that sleep didn't come without a strange nightmare disturbing her, but she went back to sleep again almost immediately without telling me what it was.I sat downstairs not comfortably, as my mind filled with reflections of what we had passed through the last couple of weeks, and what could happen if none of that is arrested. The mug of coffee in my hand had gone cold when I finally remembered it. I went ahead to surf th

Leigh’s POVI decided to wear red.Not the ones referred to as burgundy, not even wine. And also, can't be compared to 'journalist chic' maroon.It was just red.Stoplight polished red.The type populary known as reputation rebuilding red.“Are you very close convinced you would want to share your views about this with the public?” Logan finally decided to ask after what seemed like forever, as we sat quietly in the back of the car like people heading straight into the lion’s den for slaughter.I calmly sipped my coffee before replying him. “I’m not going easy on anyone this time. If this would require me burning down every Stronghold, I don't mind doing so."He didn’t find a way to pursude me to do otherwise, not even to argue.That's a smart man right there.The office as we returned hadn’t changed a bit.It still had same polished floor, same buzzing energy oozed out from it. Even down to the lightening. But this time, only that the pattern of doing things was about to be changed.

Logan’s POVI should’ve known from the beginning that it wouldn't be so easy to get Mikel down.Cockroaches like him, as small as they are, never agree to die on the first attack; they go into hiding, constantly changing places to fit their descriptions.Julian, ever since we started working together, has been very loyal to me, and as I was still going through some files, he called first.“Logan,” he said immediately after I picked up the call, his voice grim, “I made my findings on Mikel’s lawyer, and I discovered they didn’t just pop out from the middle of nowhere. This guy is loaded with money. It's giving the vibe of; someone’s crazily funding a PR legal assault. That's how much money I'm talking about.”“From where exactly?” I asked in confusion.“That’s really the fun part of this whole arrangement. You won't believe he’s being fully funded and ar

Leigh’s POV“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” Logan said, arms crossed, as he quietly watched me zip up my coat in preparation to leave.“I know how you feel.”“He’s been playing you, even now.”“Probably, I'm not ignorant of that.”“And you’re still going to meet him anyway?”“Definitely, that's the plan.”He sighed, then ran a frustrated hand through his ruffled hair, pacing like that would make me rethink what I need to do.“Leigh, this is Graham, my cousin, and I have lived with him from childhood to know that he doesn’t just talk. He manipulates those around him. He ensures to lay traps where you least expected.”“Then the good thing is we are both good at laying traps,” I said, tapping my handbag for him to see.His eyes narrowed in shock. “You plan on recording him?

Logan’s POVI should’ve known today wouldn't be like other days the very moment I stepped into the kitchen, only to find my housekeeper. Seriously  ironing my boxers on the kitchen table.“Mrs Calen,” I called, blinking to be sure I wasn’t still sleeping. “Why the hell are you pressing my very expensive Calvin Kleins next to raw eggs?”She didn’t even flinch like I was talking to anyone. Without directly looking at me, she said, “You mentioned that today is an  important day, sir. And from experience, I would tell you for free that wrinkled briefs  reflect nothing but a wrinkled life."I blinked again in amazement.”I quietly left the kitchen as I had entered.How do you stop a woman bent on ironing your briefs just to show her commitment and also wish you well, especially the one that possesses the wisdom of an old prophet? >>>