All Chapters of My Lustful Arrangement With The Hockey Player: Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

LoganMy lips curled into a smile— a genuine one as I watched Isabella’s cheeks turn red. She was blushing at my words. I wasn’t lying when I said that the cake was better than any other thing that has ever come out of this kitchen. I never meant that Nina wasn’t good at her job. That was just how good the cake tasted. As soon as Isabella left the kitchen, I dropped the small plate and walked out of the kitchen, too. I had things to deal with in my study alone. I walked past the living room, ignoring Isabella and Nina, who seemed to be carried away with whatever they were talking about, or they just decided to act like they didn’t see me. I headed towards the stairs and made my way to my study where I could have some privacy and quietness. The door swung open when I threw a kick at it, hard and fast. My fingers curled into fists, digging hard into my palms as Isabella’s words about her stepfather began echoing in my head. While listening to her story, my anger was taking over, but

LoganMy father's eyes went wide with fear. His hands shook and his lips trembled as they parted slightly.He pointed a trembling finger at me as though he wanted to speak, but no words came from his lips. I knew he was shocked because I never told him I knew. Even when he asked me to stand as a witness to his false story that my mother accidentally fell down the stairs on her own, I never acted like I knew the truth. Despite the hatred and fury I felt back then, I couldn't speak against him. I couldn't confront him because I dared not. He was my father— cruel, calculative and couldn't be crossed. No one dared to get on his nerves then. He was fearless. People didn't respect him, they feared him. How could I go against him then when I was just eighteen? I just acted like I knew nothing and carried the burden alone for years. Guilt gnawed at my heart every fucking day for knowing the truth, but not speaking. I felt like I betrayed my mother by not seeking justice for her death. I'v

IsabellaLogan looked right through me as I burst into laughter, his eyes empty. I had just stated the fact. There must be a special occasion for him to get me the beautiful red dress. I didn't know how he found out red was my favourite colour. But he did anyway, and that made my heart melt. He could be so sweet sometimes, which is even scarier. “Thank you,” I whispered, plastering on a smile when he refused to respond. Maybe there wasn't any special occasion. “You can wear that on Friday, for the party.” He said in his usual cold tone, eyes void of any emotions as if he hadn't just smiled some minutes ago. My eyes went wide and my mouth flew open at his words. The party. I hadn't even really thought much about it, or what I was going to wear. But Logan did and got me a dress for the party. I palmed my mouth, trying not to show how excited I was. “Thank you, Logan,” I muttered, setting the dress down on the couch nearby. I closed the distance between us and wrapped my hands aro

IsabellaBy the time the sun began to dip below the skyline, the restaurant had transformed. Golden lights cascaded from the ceiling like stars descending to earth. Candles flickered across tabletops, scenting the air with lavender and honey. A live quartet rehearsed in the corner, the gentle thrum of piano blending with the early trickle of guests arriving. I stood in the back office, staring at myself in the mirror. The stylist Logan had hired really outdone herself with my hair style and make-up. The red gown Logan bought hugged my frame perfectly, slit at the sides, and opened at the back, with delicate straps that teased against my skin. My male up was soft but bold. Highlighted cheekbones, glossy nude lips, and lashes that curled. I took a deep breath, then another. “Don't freak out “ I mumbled to myself. My heart was beating so fast that I thought it would jump out of my chest. My office door opened, revealing Logan Black. My breath caught in my throat the moment he ste

IsabellaI woke up to a pounding headache the next day. My eyes opened slowly as I blinked against the light rays from the window. Then I began scanning my environment and realised I was in my room. How the hell did I get here? The last thing I remembered from last night was Efe driving us back home. I had probably fallen asleep in the car. My fingers tapped my temple gently as a sigh escaped my lips. I didn't even have the time to drink alcohol at the party last night. Why was my head pounding like I'd woken up with a brutal hangover? I sat upright and pulled the blanket down my body. My legs swung to the edge of the bed as I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. “Huh?” My eyebrows furrowed at the time. “3 pm!” I exclaimed, my eyes wide with shock. I slept for over eight hours. Jeez! I got out of bed and darted towards the door, stepping out of the room Why had no one woken me up? “Hello to you, Isabella!” Nina's voice reached my ears as soon as I got downstairs. “Nina! Why