บททั้งหมดของ Chasing Back What's Mine : บทที่ 91 - บทที่ 100

Six months laterThe past few months have been a wild ride, I've been fortunate to have a supportive network, always ready to help at a moment's notice. Ethan has been incredibly supportive, and Sydney has been a rock for me too.As I gaze at my newborn son, Shawn, I'm struck by his beauty. He's the spitting image of Logan - the same piercing eyes, nose, mouth, and smile. Even his hair color is identical. Sometimes, I feel like I've been cheated; I carried him for nine months, and he came out looking just like his father!But I love my son to pieces and would do anything for him. Seeing him every day brings up memories of Logan. But as I look into Shawn's eyes, I know that my love for him is pure.More often than not, I find myself wishing Logan would come crawling back, begging for forgiveness, and asking me to take him back home. But after his sudden appearance at the hospital, he vanished into thin air. Now, I'm left wondering if I should be relieved he hasn't returned or worri

As I sit on the bed, I ask, "What's wrong?" A part of me yearns for Ethan's touch again, but another part of me dies inside when Logan crosses my mind. Damn you Logan, I think, as he's consumed my thoughts. Every time I consider giving in to Ethan completely, Logan somehow waltzes into my mind, dampening my spirit.I notice Ethan has finished his call, and he wears an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, Nadine. I have to go," he says. I nod, relieved he hasn't sensed the change in my demeanor. He hovers over me, giving me a gentle kiss on the lips before slowly moving his mouth down to my breast. He grazes my skin with his teeth, and I part my lips, smiling, as I gently push his head away.As Ethan raises his head, our eyes meet, and I wish I could simply curl up with him all night. But he has to leave, and he quickly gets dressed, grabbing another shirt from the closet to replace the one I tore apart. He walks out the door, and I sigh in reliefI hold my hair tightly, trying to sh

Logan's POV Nadine's dirty talk sets my blood ablaze, making my dick twitch in my trousers. When she reveals she's wearing nothing under her robe, I'm consumed by a primal urge to push her against the wall and take her right there. With her legs wrapped around me, her moans echoing in my ear as I kiss that sly smile off her face. Nadine drives me wild, and I'm helpless against her charms.All I wanted was to talk But my desire was interrupted when I saw that dickhead emerging from her house, awkwardly adjusting his erection. They've just fucked. Without thinking, I marched down to her house, my heart racing with possessiveness. As I approach, Nadine's eyes widen, and she takes a sharp intake of breath. She can mask her emotions, leaving me wondering if I still have any hold on her emotions. But then she drops the bombshell - she's just had hot, steaming sex with that dickhead. The ache in my chest is palpable, there is no doubt that I may have lost her forever.I've been search

Logan POVI took a deep breath; I stood there, my mouth agape, as I processed everything Isabelle had just revealed. And then it clicks - she's Isabelle Haines, the one person who can shed light on the mysterious picture that's been driving me crazy. I thought I was closing in on the truth, but now I realize that Isabelle, the woman I confronted and accused, wasn't responsible for sending that picture.My mind races as I try to piece together the puzzle. If Isabelle wasn't the one who sent the picture, then who was? Who's behind the sinister plot to drive a wedge between us? Just when I thought I had the answer to my question, a new one emerged, leaving me more determined than ever to uncover the truth.Shocking memories come flooding back as I recall the online scandal involving Isabelle's picture with a billionaire - whose name still eludes me. I had taken credit for the leak, assuming it was just a careless mistake. But now, I realize that Nathalie's names were dragged into the

Nadine POVI hear Logan's words, it's a threat, one I can't afford to ignore. I start pacing back and forth in my house, my mind racing with worst-case scenarios.I grab my phone and dial my mother's number, my heart pounding in my chest. I need to know my son is safe. "Hello, Mum, how are you? And how's Shawn?" I ask, trying to sound calm despite my racing thoughts."Nadine, are you okay?" my mum asks, concern etched in her voice. "You sound out of breath. What's wrong?"I take a deep breath, trying to compose myself. I don't want to alarm her, but I need reassurance. "I just need to know Shawn is okay, Mum." I pause, waiting for her response.She stays quiet for some time, and I'm getting frustrated with her silence. "Mum, please! Say something! You're scaring me!" I exclaim, my voice rising in desperation."Take a deep breath, Nadine. What's wrong?" my mum asks, but I can sense a hint of frustration in her voice."Mum? Please stay indoors and don't receive any strange visitors!"