Semua Bab Game over. : Bab 31 - Bab 40

Logan’s POVThe house finally breathes. The chaos of the morning has settled into a rare quiet. The twins sleep soundly in their rooms, their soft breathing drifting through the hallways, and the golden sunlight slants across the living room, casting long shadows across the floor. For a moment, I allow myself to just sit and breathe. But my mind doesn’t stay quiet. Not after last night. Sean and Owen were standing at the gates of Maddie’s Grandfather’s house, threats spilling from their lips like venom. The guards told me. Luckily, Maddie and the children were not staying there. The guards would not let them in. Owen, Maddie’s father and Sean think Sean should inherit the old Don’s estate and money.Luckily, the guard called me and explained to me what was happening. Sean and Owen had both raised their voices, threatening lawsuits, legal action, anything they could think of to intimidate the guard. But he hadn’t wavered, and eventually, they’d left, vowing that the battle was far fro

Madeline’s POVThe afternoon sunlight slants through the tall office windows, hitting the polished surfaces of my desk and casting long, shifting patterns across the floor, and yet, despite the light, the weight of the morning lingers like a shadow that refuses to leave. My hands hover over my keyboard, fingers tapping absently, but my mind is elsewhere, replaying every detail of the confrontation with my father and Sean, the way their arrogance and sense of entitlement had collided with the quiet, absolute authority of Logan’s men, and how it had felt to finally stand with someone behind me who would not allow me, or my children, to be harmed, no matter how loud or threatening the opposition became. I can still feel the adrenaline in my veins, the pounding in my chest gradually fading into a steady rhythm, like the aftermath of a storm that has passed but left the air heavy with electricity.I glance at my phone again, the small vibration against the polished wood drawing my attentio

Maddie’s POVThe estate is wrapped in the kind of silence only the countryside can provide, that deep quiet that screams with the faint chorus of crickets and the occasional distant bark of a dog somewhere beyond the tree line, the sort of silence that feels alive rather than empty. I stroll down the wide corridor, barefoot on polished wood, the soft glow of the chandeliers throwing golden light across the walls and carpets, my hand trailing absently along the smooth bannister as I descend the stairs. Upstairs, the twins are finally asleep, their laughter and endless games tucked away beneath blankets. The sweet rhythm of their breathing is proof that, for once, they feel safe enough to let go of the day.I pause halfway down the staircase, leaning slightly on the bannister as I take in the view below. Logan’s estate is vast, larger than anything I ever imagined living in, and yet it doesn’t feel cold or overwhelming. There’s warmth in the thick rugs that muffle footsteps, in the fram

Maddie’s POVThe first thing I become aware of is warmth, the kind that seeps not only from the heavy sheets tangled around me but from the body pressed firmly against my back. Logan’s arm is curved possessively around my waist, his hand resting flat against my stomach, the slow rhythm of his breathing fanning across the back of my neck. The estate is utterly quiet, that rare countryside hush that is never truly silent but filled with the faint chirp of crickets, the rustle of leaves stirred by a distant breeze, the low creak of the house as it settles with age. It is the kind of quiet that feels alive rather than empty.Last night happened, and I do not know how I feel about it. Every inch of my body aches with the memory of it, the kind of ache that makes my skin still buzz with the ghost of his touch, the raw tenderness of being wanted without hesitation. Logan kissed me like I had always belonged to him, and when he finally took me, it felt less like crossing a line and more like f

Maddie’s POV The cameras flash like lightning, blinding bursts that ricochet across the hall as Logan and I step up onto the stage, the weight of expectation settling heavily over the crowd of reporters, investors, and onlookers who have packed themselves into the conference hall. The air is thick with speculation, the buzz of whispered questions swelling and breaking in waves that crash into sudden silence the moment Logan’s tall frame commands the podium, his presence effortlessly dominating the room. I stand just to his side, my chin lifted, my expression composed, every inch of me the woman who has walked through fire and now refuses to bow to the smoke.Logan’s voice, when he speaks, is steady, deep, carrying the kind of finality that leaves no room for challenge. “Effective immediately, Bella Rosa is no more,” Logan says. The words hang in the air, shocking in their simplicity, no explanation offered, no numbers, no reassurances, just the clean, merciless declaration of an end