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LOGANI didn't know why I was telling Isabella about my mother. But for some reason, I felt it was necessary to let her know since she’d always wanted to find out. Watching my father push my mother down the stairs was so terrifying that I got traumatized after the incident. And my father? He never owns up to his actions. He twisted the narrative, made her fall look like an accident and even forced me to give false testimonies in front of her family members. I could no longer stay with a monster like him, I had to leave the house at a tender age and start my life. A life that didn't involve my father or his wealth. Everything I owned today was a result of my hard work, my dedication, and not my father's support as people had always believed. One of the reasons I didn’t want to get involved or take over his company was because of my hatred towards him. I wonder why he didn't have another child with his mistress because if he believed I was going to take over his damn company, he was

ISABELLAThe finality in Logan's tone didn't give any room for argument. He just gave an order like I was one of his workers and needed to follow it. Well, jokes on him if he really thought I would get ready by 5 pm as he said. I wasn't one to follow orders, especially those from Logan Black. Okay… maybe except during sex. Heat rushed to my cheeks at the thought in my mind. God help me! How was I supposed to get over this fucking illusion when I was like this? I spotted Efe in the parking lot, standing in front of the sleek back car, his phone pressed to his left ear. I walked quietly towards the car, careful not to distract him from his call, but as soon as he saw me, he ended the call. It was almost as though he was talking about me with whoever was on the other end of the call. My eyes narrowed as I glared at him, suspicion creeping into my mind. There was only one person he could speak with about me. Logan Black. “What was that about?” I asked through clenched teeth. I didn

IsabellaMy throat suddenly went dry as Logan's question echoed back in my ears. I didn't know how to respond. I just stared blankly, my heart pounding heavily, I thought it would burst out of my chest. Did I really want this deal to end? Honestly, I didn't know the answer to that question, despite that I had asked myself several times before now. I'd always expected a moment like this when Logan would cut off whatever was between us, but nothing could have prepared me for whatever I was feeling right now. I never thought it would be as scary as this. My palms became sweaty in an instant, and a wave of dread washed over me. My lips parted to speak, but no words came out. All that came out was air. At that moment, I realised that no matter how much I'd dreaded this moment, I never wanted to end things with Logan Black. And that alone made my heart slam against my ribs. “Cat got your tongue?” Logan's cold voice jolted me out of my spiral thoughts. I didn't respond. I couldn't. Not

IsabellaMy body rocked with every deep, hard thrust from Logan. My fingers dug into the sheets as he held my hips tightly from behind. His pace was rough, filling me over and over as the sound of our bodies slapping together echoed in the room. I gasped, my mouth falling open as the pleasure built quickly. My legs shook and my breath came out in broken pants. The pleasure was almost too much. “I'm co—” I tried to speak but the wave of pleasure crashed through me. My body tensed, back arching as I cried out. I felt my orgasm hit hard as my walls tightened around him. I felt him twitch inside me immediately— thicker, harder and I knew that he was also chasing his edge. “Fuck!” He growled. My heart pounded as I felt him lose control. His body tensed behind me, pressing in deep before I felt his release filling me in hot pulses. He moaned my name through clenched teeth and my body clenched again in response, like it wanted every drop of him. After he released every drop of his se

IsabellaLogan stared at me a moment longer, then moved his gaze towards Nina, who quietly excused herself. “Cake?” He repeated, furrowing his eyebrows. “What kind?” He closed the distance between us. I could feel the warmth of his body over my skin without him even laying a finger on me. I bit my lower lip gently. “The type my grandmother used to make,” I said, crossing my arms, bracing myself for mockery. Knowing Logan, he'd always laugh at things like this, so I wasn't expecting less from him. “I just wanted to try. I don't care if it's not perfect.” I added. Logan didn't laugh or mock me. The usual silly smirk that danced on his lips in a situation like this was nowhere to be found. My eyebrows furrowed as I locked gaze with him. He looked at me differently, as though something had shifted in the air. “I didn't take you for the sentimental type.” He said, breaking the silence between us. “I didn't take you as someone who walks into kitchens.” I shot back at him. A smirk i