The Heiress And The Billionaire's Revenge のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 61 - チャプター 70

Logan’s POVAt first, I thought my eyes were deceiving me.From across the room, under the dim gold lights, I saw her, the girl standing beside Chris. The same long chestnut hair, the small scar above her brow she got when she fell off her bike years ago. For a moment, my mind froze.No. It can’t be.Maybe it was someone who just looked like her. Someone with the same eyes, the same smile. But when I blinked again, the truth hit me like a punch.Chris leaned toward her and kissed her hand.My stomach turned. Every sound in here suddenly faded into a dull ringing in my ears. I felt heat rise up my neck as I watched his hand linger on hers.And that’s when I knew.It was her.It was Erica.My little sister.“What the hell…” I whispered under my breath, trying to process it. What is she doing here? And him why the hell is he with her?Before I even realized it, my legs were already moving. I didn’t care about the people staring. I didn’t care that it was the closing night of the retreat

Erica hadn’t said a single word to Logan since yesterday, not when we boarded, not when we sat down, not even a glance his way. She’d locked herself in her room at the back of the jet. Logan pretended not to care, but I could tell he did. He sat beside me now, head resting on my lap, one arm lazily hanging by his side. His eyes were closed, but I knew his mind wasn’t quiet. I brushed my fingers through his hair. “Aren’t you going to talk to your sister?” I asked softly. He opened one eye, sighed, then shut it again. “She obviously doesn’t wanna talk to me. So I’ll give her space.” “You sure that’s a good idea?” Logan tilted his head up slightly, his gaze meeting mine. There was a hint of tiredness in his eyes, something deeper than anger. “You can go try talk to her though.” “Me?” I blinked, pointing at myself. “Yeah.” He gave a half-smile. “You’re calm, patient… kind. And I’m—” “Hot-headed?” I finished for him, teasing lightly. He chuckled. “Exactly. If I go in there, we’ll

Amelia’s POV The room was quiet, filled only with the faint hum of the air vent and the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. I walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on my face, hoping it would cool the burning in my eyes and the tiredness that clung to my body. When the water trickled down my cheeks, I caught my reflection in the mirror. Lord I looked pale, with shadows under my eyes, and a dullness I hadn’t seen before. Paris had been… crazy, it drained me mentally. I was still trying to understand how I was standing here pretending to be fine. After using the bathroom, I washed my hands and dried them slowly, staring at the soft towel like I’d forgotten what normal felt like. I breathed out quietly before walking out.. I sat on the bed, ran my fingers through my hair, and picked up my phone. There was one person I had to call right now — my mom. She probably already knew I was back in LA, but hearing her voice always made something in me ease. I di

Logan’s POVThe image of Amelia standing and waving at me as I dropped out of her apartment still lingered in my head. Her perfume was faint on my shirt, and for a second, I thought about turning around.But I didn’t.I had somewhere else to be.It was almost evening when I stopped in front of Zach’s house. The lights inside were on, and the faint hum of music slipped through the open window. I could already tell he had company, but that never stopped him from teasing me whenever I showed up unannounced.When I stepped in, Zach was on the couch, half-dressed in a white shirt and jeans, a drink in hand.“Well, well,” he said, smirking. “Look who decided to show up. Mr. Paris himself.”I dropped my keys on the table and rolled my shoulders. “Don’t start.”“Come on, man, I saw the pictures,” he laughed, getting up to give me a brief hug. “How was the trip? Or should I say….how was she?”I frowned a little. “It was… crazy,” I said, sinking into the couch. “Long days. Too many things happ

Amelia’s POVWhen I woke up the next morning, the sun was barely up.My phone was still in my hand from last night, due to work I was doing. I checked my notifications, expecting a good morning text from Logan.Nothing.Just that cold "Goodnight" text from yesterday.Short and dry. Not like him.For some reason, that tiny message made my chest tighten yesterday. I was expecting warmth and got ice instead. But I shook the feeling off. Maybe he was tired. Maybe I was overthinking, like always.Focus, Amelia. Work today.I got ready, put on a fitted black dress, tied my hair back, and was really to go. It was 6:24am and for some reason, Helen and Alex were still sleeping. My driver was already waiting outside with aa black SUV. When I got to the car, he greeted, opening the door for me.“Good morning, ma’am.”“Morning,” I said, sliding in.The ride to my company wasn't long than the usual. Maybe because it was still quite early. I looked out of the window and tried to calm my thought