All Chapters of The Billionaire Revenge Contract : Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

LOGAN'S POVDriving into my mansion, I stepped out of the car after successfully parking. With a deep sigh, I entered the house, lost and overwhelmed by hopelessness.I thought I had moved past it. I thought I wasn’t blinded by revenge anymore, but the truth was, I was just lost—everything around me seemed blurred for a moment.After the conversation with Amaya, I remembered everything—how my father died. The past suddenly became clear. I had once believed my mother was overreacting, but now I realized I was the one who had been dense. The truth hit me harder than I expected. I wanted to lash out, to throw her off the bed, but something stopped me.There’s a weight in my chest, holding me back, and I’m not ready to embrace these feelings. It’s even difficult for me to admit the truth: I’m in love. Yes. I’m in love with Amaya.If I were still the ruthless, heartless man I used to be, I would’ve gone as far as asking a doctor to give her something that would make her feel worse, but now

LOGAN'S POVAs I walked along the hallway, the world around me faded into a distant hum.The nurses passed by, their greetings falling flat—like echoes in a tunnel. I nodded absently, but I couldn’t hear them. Not really. Their voices bounced off sterile white walls, lost in the storm inside my head.I used to want her to feel it—the burden, the shame, the sins of her father. I wanted her to carry that weight like chains around her delicate neck.But now?Now I just want to protect her from it. All of it. Every ugly truth. Every sharp edge of the past. I want her to be untouched. Unbothered. Whole.But I’ve broken her.And the worst part? I miss the version of her I destroyed.Every step I took down that corridor felt heavier than the last. The floor swayed beneath me as if my guilt had weight—crushing, endless weight.She called this place peace. Said no one would stress her here. That I was her storm. And that her home… wasn't with me.My jaw clenched. I didn’t deserve to miss her,

LOGAN'S POVAfter Amaya indirectly sent me out of the room following our kiss, I wanted to leave. I wanted to cut off any feelings I had for her, to end everything. But my heart kept drawing me back.I know I'm a disgrace—to my mother, to my father, to myself. But I can’t restrain myself from chasing what my heart has already chosen.The ringing of my phone snapped me back to reality. I reached into my pocket and answered it, stepping a few paces away from Amaya’s door.It was Ethan.“Your mother posted on Instagram. How could you let a sick woman go out alone?” he snapped, concern lacing his voice.“My mum is unstoppable. You know her. Let her do whatever she wants,” I replied, my voice devoid of emotion.“Have you checked the files I sent?”“I’ll look at them tomorrow.”“My regards to Amaya. I’ll stop by tomorrow to see her,” Ethan added.I hung up before he could say more.It was the dullest conversation I’d had with Ethan. I was the one breaking the flow—and it was because my mind

LOGAN'S POV“Do you really love me like you claimed?” For a moment, the question calmed me. It reduced the temper burning inside me, remorse and guilt sinking into my soul as I let my gaze drift to the ground.This isn’t my fault.I was depressed.I was feeling rejected. I woke up cranky, and then her friend worsened my mood. I wasn’t planning on talking to anyone, let alone having a fight.I can’t be blamed for this either. Amaya’s friend crossed the line, and Amaya... she’s my number one target because she was the one who pissed me off in the first place.Despite the fact that her friend explained things to her, told her meaningful words, she still had the audacity to tell me NO.As if I were some kind of devil. I wasn’t evil. In fact, I was lenient. If anyone should be the devil here, it’s her father.But I think she’s just too selfish to think, only caring about how she feels and not giving a damn about anyone else’s feelings. I’ll try to get rid of my affection, just like her usu

LOGAN'S POVI watched as Mr. Ronald, the lawyer, left my house.Not like I couldn’t stop him—I could. If I insisted on the divorce, he’d surely drop the documents.But deep down... I didn’t want to leave Amaya, I was pretending to be nonchalant about it but seriously, the divorce scare me too. The sound of the front door closing echoed through the silence. Amaya glanced at me, her eyes holding a silent question—What’s going on? I read it in her expression, but I didn’t answer. I didn’t move.She waited—longer than she should have.And then, like a wave retreating from the shore, she turned and quietly walked upstairs.I stood there, still, until I heard the last creak of the stairs.Then I turned to my mother, who was already seated on the couch like she owned the place, her fingers tapping briskly on my laptop.“What the heck is this? How did you know we were getting divorced? Because the last time I checked, I didn’t inform you,” I said, more observation than accusation.Beatrice r