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ISABELLAThe first thing I did when I woke up was glare at the mirror. Not because of the dark circles under my eyes or the evidence of last night’s restless sleep. No, it was the faint brown strands peeking through my platinum hair.I leaned in closer, fingers brushing against the roots. They were unmistakable, betraying the color I once had before I came to America. It was strange, the way memories could be tied to something as simple as hair color. For a moment, I was back there in a life I didn’t want to remember, surrounded by faces I’d long tried to forget.I tore my gaze away, heart pounding a little faster. I couldn’t let it show. Not even a hint of that past could resurface. Not here. Not now. I squared my shoulders and nodded at my reflection. “Time to bleach you out of existence.”The smell of bleach filled the tiny bathroom, making my nose wrinkle in disgust. I felt like I was withering away. It was pungent, seeping into every corner, mixing with the dampness of old tiles

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ISABELLA He was dressed simply, in linen pants and a white shirt rolled up at the sleeves, the fabric light and flowing against his lean frame. Somehow, he looked effortlessly perfect, his dark hair tousled as if he hadn’t spent any time at all getting ready. It wasn’t fair.His eyes raked over me, lingering on the dress before meeting my gaze. He smirked. “You clean up nicely.”I folded my arms with a nonchalance I didn’t feel. “Your money does wonders.”His laugh was low, amused. “I was right. Red suits you.”I rolled my eyes. “Is this the part where you gloat? Because I’d rather get it over with.”His smile widened. “Maybe later. Right now, I’m just enjoying the view.”Heat crept up my neck, and I cursed my pale skin for giving me away. I needed to change the subject, fast. I nodded towards the driver, who was already walking away. “What’s his deal? Did you train him not to talk to me, or is he just naturally rude?”Logan’s expression softened, a flicker of something almost human

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ISABELLATaking off my dress should have been easy. It wasn’t like Logan hadn’t seen me naked before. He’d seen me in ways I wouldn’t dare admit to anyone, bent over tables, pressed against walls, my legs wrapped around his waist as he had his way with me. And yet, standing here now, with his sharp blue eyes locked onto me, stripping felt like a monumental task.Maybe it was because I wasn’t wearing much underneath. No bra, just a flimsy scrap of lace in the form of a thong. I had chosen the dress for its effortless sex appeal, but now, it felt like a setup. My own damn setup.Logan leaned back against the pillows, shirtless, the sheets pooling around his waist. His gaze never wavered, his amusement clear in the upward tilt of his lips. “You taking your clothes off tonight, or are you just here to tease me?”I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m thinking about it.”His brow arched. “Thinking is overrated. Clothes off. Now.”I exhaled through my nose, stalling. “You know, maybe this

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LOGANI used to believe there was nothing in this world that could break me.No person, no situation, no damn emotion was strong enough to bring me to my knees. I was untouchable, at least, that’s what I told myself.Then she left.And suddenly, I was no longer as invincible as I thought.It wasn’t like I hadn’t known loss before.I had. I knew what it was like to have something ripped away from me, to taste the bitterness of it on my tongue every damn day. But this? This was different. It wasn’t just loss. It was destruction.The kind that turned me into something else entirely.For a long time, I didn’t touch another woman. Not because I was loyal, not in the way love songs or fairytales define loyalty, but because I simply didn’t want to. No urge, no hunger, nothing. I had been stripped down to something empty, something barely human.And when I finally tried? When I finally said, “Fuck this,” and took a woman to bed just to see if I could still feel something, my body betrayed m

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LOGANI told myself it was time to move on.Lying in bed last night, staring at the ceiling, I decided that the best way to erase someone was to overwrite them. Update the memories. Make them mean something else.So, here I was.Bringing Isabella to the same secluded field where I once thought forever was possible. Only this time, I wasn’t here to chase ghosts, I was here to bury them.The moment I parked the car and stepped out, the familiar scent of damp earth and wildflowers hit me. The soft rustling of leaves in the distance mixed with the distant chirping of crickets, setting the scene exactly as I remembered it. The wind carried the scent of pine and fresh grass, cool against my skin, as I shoved my hands into my pockets and turned to watch Isabella’s reaction.She didn’t disappoint.Her eyes widened in pure, unfiltered awe as she took in the field.The golden glow of the setting sun stretched across the horizon, illuminating the sea of wildflowers swaying gently in the breez

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ISABELLAI didn’t know what I was supposed to feel.Embarrassment? Definitely.Annoyance? Without a doubt.A slap-in-the-face kind of hurt? Oh, that one was settling in real nice.As I climbed the stairs to Logan’s room, I forced myself to keep my head high, my shoulders squared, my face a carefully composed mask of indifference. But inside? Inside, I felt like I’d just been hit by a truck. Not a real truck, more like a sleek, black, ridiculously expensive sports car driven by none other than Logan himself.His voice drifted up the hallway, carefree and warm, nothing like the sharp, dismissive tone he’d used on me just minutes ago. I paused at the door, fingers tightening around the knob as I listened to the easy laughter between him and his friend. They were talking about something stupid, some game, some bet, some joke, but it didn’t matter.What mattered was how out of place I suddenly felt.Not that I’d ever truly belonged anywhere.I was the girl who never fit in, the one who

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ISABELLAI blinked, my mind scrambling to process what I was seeing. A press conference?Here?In the very place, I worked as a glorified janitor? Of all the luxurious hotels, media centers, and high-end venues available, they had to pick this one?Of course, I reminded myself bitterly. It’s a sports centre. It makes sense.But that didn’t mean I had to like it.I swallowed the lump in my throat and tightened my grip on my bag. Logan hadn’t even mentioned this to me. Not a word.Not even the tiniest hint. I shouldn’t have been surprised, I wasn’t exactly someone he needed to keep in the loop. Maybe he hadn’t even thought about it, or maybe he did, and this one stung a little more, he didn’t think I was important enough to tell.I inhaled deeply, forcing myself to turn around. I needed to get out of here before my already bruised pride took another beating. I had barely made it two steps before a familiar voice reached my ears.“I don’t usually give out my number, but for you, I migh

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LOGANEthan’s smug grin made my fingers twitch with the urge to break something, preferably his face. Maybe knock out one of his teeth, just to see if he’d still be laughing. Instead, I shoved my hands into my pockets, keeping my pace even as we walked back to the press area."I had no idea it was that serious," he mused, voice thick with amusement. "So, which came first? The mistress or the cleaner? She's got a humiliation kink I wasn’t aware of?"I stopped abruptly, turning to him with a glare sharp enough to cut glass."Say that shit again, and I’ll make sure you leave here with something broken."He chuckled, raising his hands in surrender. "Relax. I didn’t know you were so protective over her."I rolled my eyes, continuing forward, but his words stuck like a thorn under my skin. Protective? No. That wasn’t it. I just didn’t like people talking about my property like that. Isabella was mine.I paid for her time, her attention, her body. That meant I got to decide how she was spok

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ISABELLA I slammed the door shut behind me, throwing my bag onto my sad excuse of a beanbag chair, the poor thing barely holding together. My entire body felt like a collapsed building.Every muscle in me ached, my feet throbbed like they had their own personal vendetta, and my head? A relentless pounding drum of exhaustion and annoyance.I flopped onto my couch, sighing so deeply it felt like I was exhaling my soul.Today had been hell. A never-ending series of unfortunate, frustrating, and downright stupid events. First, the press conference that nearly made me have a panic attack because apparently, the universe thought it would be funny to remind me that my little secret affair with Logan wasn’t even important enough for him to mention to anyone.Then, of course, Ethan, Logan’s friend, who gave me the creeps for reasons I couldn’t quite put my finger on. And to top it all off, I had crashed literally into some random guy whose name I couldn’t even remember. I had smiled, joked,

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ISABELLA The fucking audacity. The sheer, unfiltered, mind-numbing audacity. Logan stood in my apartment, arms crossed, as if he had every right to demand answers from me. I should have rolled out a red carpet and handed him a notepad so he could take notes on just how ridiculous he sounded. My lips parted, a snarky retort bubbling up, but I bit my tongue just in time. I almost asked him if I suddenly owed him an itinerary of my movements outside of work. If I had unknowingly signed a contract stating that all my whereabouts required his personal approval. But then I remembered. Technically, he was my boss. Technically, I still needed this job. So instead, I exhaled slowly, leaned back against the dresser, and crossed my arms. “I went home because my shift was over.” Logan dragged a hand down his face and let out a low groan, shaking his head like I had just personally offended

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