All Chapters of The Heiress And The Billionaire's Revenge : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Logan's POV I didn't know that fucker, Jake had followed us from Snipe's room to the party. Good thing he didn't mention anything on time. *Flashback* “There’s someone watching us, Logan. Don't look there.” Snipe whispered to me mid convo. I nodded and acted normal, as we walked into the event room, I saw clearly that it was Jake. So Snipe had to divert to blend into the crowd. *End of flashback* I couldn't put myself in more trouble with Amelia than I already am. She wanted me to tell her what Jana meant when she said all that…well, I wanted to tell her badly that we were exes but I really don't know how she's going to react. After the whole Jake scenario, even though I was kind of panicking low-key, I was glad it was all over. Now I watched as Grace took Amelia away from me, hand in hand. I couldn't say anything because I felt defeated but I wasn't going to give up. I had planned something nice for Amelia. Today was one month since we met and since she agreed to my pr

Amelia’s POVI woke up to the faint smell of coffee that filled the roomI was smiling , so hard. Why? Well, I was now officially someone’s girlfriend. Logan's girlfriend.The thought made me smile into the pillow before I could stop myself. God, it felt so good to even think that. I hadn’t realized how much I missed belonging to someone, being claimed; not in a controlling way, but in the safe, grounding kind of way Logan makes me fee.Was it too soon though? Maybe. But wasn’t everything with him too much, too soon? And still, I couldn’t make myself regret it.I thought back to last night after dinner, when I went back to meet Grace after the event.She had squealed so loud I had to shush her, then ordered two tiny bottles of vodka. We took shots, laughed too much, and she told me she knew this would happen. Isnt that crazy? Now, lying here in the softest sheets, I felt too good.My gaze shifted, and that’s when I saw it; breakfast, set neatly on the table besides me. A tray of c

Logan’s POVI had no idea what had happened today. Someone had tried to hurt Amelia. Not scare her. Not warn her. Actually kill her.The knife was still in my head. The sound of it hitting the wall where her chest had been if I hadn’t moved her. The panic in her eyes. The way she froze.I couldn’t shake it off.We had rushed back to the hotel as soon as possible. I didn’t want her out in public. Not with whoever that was still out there. Now, Amelia was curled up in bed. She had showered but hadn’t said a single word since. She lay there, hugging the blanket to her chest, her hair spread on the pillow. Her face was pale.My chest tightened. She was strong, but I knew she was shaken. Hell, I was shaken too.I sat beside her and touched her hair gently.“You good?” I whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead.She didn’t answer. She just nodded a little, her lips trembling.God, this was killing me.“I won’t let anything happen to you,” I said, more to myself than her.She turned her f

Amelia’s POV It was the sixth day of the retreat, and honestly, I couldn’t wait for it to be over. I wanted to leave, to catch a flight back home, but something inside me told me I had to stay. I had called my assistant earlier to check on the company, hoping for good news, but everything was still the same. I don't think that the client is returning since the deal is still canceled. I wanted to ask Logan about it, but didn't want to stress him out. And then, as if that wasn’t enough, I couldn’t stop seeing that moment over and over again, the knife flying towards me, the way Logan pushed me down. It haunted me every time I blinked. I stood in front of the mirror now, staring at myself. I didn’t even look like my possible best. My eyes looked tired, my lips pale. I sighed. Paris wasn’t turning out to be the fun escape I had imagined. “You ready?” Logan’s voice broke my thoughts. His hand pressed gently against my waist as he kissed me from behind. I nodded, though I didn’

Amelia’s POV Today was the last evening of the retreat and it felt different of course. Well the fact I wasn't going to be in Paris after today made me happy a bit. Everyone was laughing louder, glasses clinking, music humming low in the background. I'd miss this part of the retreat though , the way of making everything feel so surreal. I kept glancing at Logan, who stood near the center, talking to a group of executives with a calm but commanding tone that always drew attention. It's crazy how easily he held the room and that's one of his good qualities too. I found myself watching the way his smile reached his eyes when he caught me looking. My cheeks turned red, and I quickly turned away. Well, the feeling was too amazing. “Ahem, Miss Amelia,” A voice pulled me back. It was Chris. He had slid into the seat beside me without asking. His cologne was too strong, sharp against my soft perfume. “You’ve been quiet for a while now. Are you enjoying yourself here?” I forced a poli