All Chapters of Rejected Plus-Size Wife, Claimed by My Husband’s Brother: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Logan's POV"Sniper!"The shout echoed through the parking garage as my security team moved instinctively."Cover!" another echo came."John!"I called, as I lunged towards John.He had already dropped behind a concrete pillar, pulling Kimmie down with him.Another shot dropped off the polished floor, sparks flying as it struck a steel support column barely inches from where Arthur had fallen."Find the shooter!" I barked.Half my team scattered, using parked vehicles as cover while the others formed a protective perimeter around us.I crawled toward Arthur. Blood soaked through the front of his overcoat and his breathing was shallow.The envelope he'd handed me moments earlier had landed a few feet away.I snatched it before the growing pool of blood reached it and shoved it inside my jacket."Medic!" I shouted.One of our security officers slid beside me with a trauma kit. Arthur's eyes fluttered open. He looked at me with surprising clarity."They found me..." He muttered."Save you

Audrey's POVMorning sunlight spilled across the bedroom, warm and golden, a sharp contrast to the storm that had passed during the night.I woke before Logan. For a few moments, I simply watched him. His face looked different when he slept. The sharp edges softened. The guarded billionaire who always carried the weight of a company, a family, and now my safety seemed, for once, completely at peace.Carefully, I brushed a strand of dark hair away from his forehead and his eyes opened almost immediately."So," he murmured, his voice still rough with sleep."How long have you been staring at me?" he asked and I smiled."Long enough to decide you snore,” I replied and his eyebrows shot up."I do not,” he said."You absolutely do,” I replied."I breathe confidently,” he muttered and I laughed."Is that what we're calling it now?" I asked.He reached for my hand, pulling me closer until I nearly lost my balance."I'll have to defend my reputation,” he said."Oh?" I muttered."I'll start b

Logan's POVRyan arrived just before noon.I looked up from the documents spread across my desk as a familiar knock sounded on the office door."Come in," I said.The door opened, and Ryan stepped inside, dressed in a navy suit that looked as crisp as ever despite the long international flight he'd taken only hours earlier."It's good to be back, sir," Ryan said with a respectful smile and I stood and shook his hand."Welcome home,” I said with a smile.John looked up from the conference table and grinned."You finally escaped Europe,” John muttered and Ryan laughed."Barely. The acquisition took longer than any of us expected,” Ryan said."It was worth it?" I asked and Ryan nodded confidently."Completely. The contracts have all been signed. Lowill Group officially controls the European division now,” Ryan said."Excellent,” I muttered and he handed me a slim folder."Everything you asked for is inside,” Ryan said and I flipped through it briefly before setting it aside."You've ear

Audrey's POV I followed Logan out of the studio, my hand still warm in his. The city lights blurred past the car windows as he drove us home, one hand on the wheel, the other resting possessively on my thigh.Neither of us spoke much. The weight of the foundation gala and everything it meant hung between us, but so did something heavier, something that made my pulse quicken.When we stepped inside the penthouse, we walked slowly because we didn't want to wake Nia up.Logan closed the door behind us and turned the lock with a deliberate click as we got to our room.He shrugged off his jacket, draping it over a chair, then faced me. His eyes darkened as they traveled over my body."Come here," he said, his voice low and steady.I stepped closer, heart pounding. He reached out, cupped my face, and tilted my chin up so I had to meet his gaze."You've been working too hard, tonight, you're mine. No interruptions. No thinking about the studio or the foundation. Just us,” he murmured.A sh

Logan's POVRyan didn't speak. He didn't have to.The look on his face told me he had reached the same conclusion I had…Victor Hale.Detective Harris remained on the line."We're still waiting for facial recognition to finish," Detective Harris said. "The image is damaged, but we've recovered enough to compare it against archived records,” he continued."When will you know for certain?" I asked."Within a few hours,” he said.I looked out through the glass wall of my office. Below me, Los Angeles carried on as though nothing had changed.People hurried along sidewalks, traffic filled the streets. Somewhere beyond the skyline, Matteo was hiding and if my instincts were right, he wasn't hiding alone."I want every frame of that footage sent to me the moment it's finished processing," I said."You'll have it," Detective Harris replied and the call ended."You think it's Victor Hale,” Ryan finally broke the silence."I'd bet my company on it,” I replied and Ryan frowned."If Victor helpe