Rory Gilmore Logan Novels & Stories

“You’re saying… Lorie Miller’s death… that car… you did that?” Logan’s gaze met mine, unflinching, and I could see the guilt bleeding from his every pore. “I did it. I mean… I didn’t want her to die. The woman didn’t say much. Just cash, instructions, route… and make sure it looks like an accident. That’s all I knew. I didn’t even think about the person. I was eighteen. I wanted the money, the thrill.. she was my goddamn first ever customer.” My hands clenched harder. My jaw ached. “Who hired you?” I asked slowly, carefully, feeling the ice crawl through my veins.

As soon as the taxi rounded the block of the law faculty, I spotted Logan's car. It was a late-model metallic gray BMW that shined under the morning sun. Logan was leaning against the driver's door, wearing a light jacket and dark sunglasses, looking goddamn charismatic. Riley let out a muffled gasp of excitement against the taxi window. "For God's sake, Luke! The engineer truly has money to spare," she exclaimed, adjusting her strap dress. "We are actually leaving this hell!". I shook my head, smiling at her enthusiasm. We paid the taxi driver, got out of the car, and walked toward Logan dragging the bags over the asphalt.

His cold voice echoed in my ears but I remained quiet, trying to gather my thoughts. "Was..... Is it true?" I stammered, fighting back my tears. Logan paused and lifted his brow to glare at me. "What nonsense are you talking about?" He snapped, his fine chiseled jawline clenching in irritation. I gulped hard and slowly lifted my phone, "Harper.... The internet." I had barely completed my words when Logan let out a mocking chuckle. "Yes, it's on the internet. Do you have a problem with the news?"

He said and they all erupted in applause again, after some seconds the applause began to subside. But the clapping did not stop, it soon turned into a persistent taunting clap from one person, their wide smile slowly faded as they looked at the person that had just walked in confusion. "Bravo, bravo," Logan said as he walked in towards the center where everyone could see him, on an elevated platform as he looked up at David and his family where they stood. Laura's eyes went wide immediately after she saw Logan, she slowly turned to look at David her face knotted in more confusion and Ariana exchanged gazes with Brett and her dad also.

She subconsciously took a step back, looked at the woman, and asked vigilantly, “Who are you?!” When the other party saw that Marianne seemed to be a little nervous, she hurriedly explained, “Don’t be nervous, Miss Marianne. My name is Marilyn Lacey, and I’m Mr. Logan Carrick’s housekeeper in Aurous Hill. He asked me to come to the airport to pick you up as our house guest and also for lunch!” Hong Kong and Southeast Asia had always had close ties. Shawn also had personal relationships with many wealthy people in Southeast Asia. Logan was a friend of Shawn’s father back then, and he later had many business dealings with Shawn. Therefore, Shawn was like a nephew to Logan.

The things he should have been able to show Michael from day one— And would have if his ex-girlfriend had only men- tioned a little thing like a pregnancy… Logan tamped down the anger at Christine—who, according to his son, now went by Rainbow for God-only-knew-what reasons—and focused instead on the next female to make him wonder what men ever saw in women. Then Lady Godiva moved and the blanket slipped to the side and Logan knew exactly what men saw in women. But not what he wanted his son to see. No matter how much Logan wanted to savor the image. “Hey, um… Miss.” Logan hunkered down and shook one of those shapely legs.

“A man like you—you’re not like the others. I can tell.” Logan rolled his eyes, yet he couldn’t help but acknowledge that there was something intriguing about this woman. Something different. She collected the bottle from him, helped him pour the wine into two glasses for both of them. "Cheers," Allyson said, raising her glass to Logan's. "Tell me, Logan," she said, her voice low and suggestive. "What do you do when you're not working? What do you do for fun?" He drank from the glass and tried to shrug her off instantly; “See, I know your type and I know what you want Allyson. I am not interested”

Scott glared from behind Logan, he was so annoyed by the grinning face and shameless words from Mr Brown. Logan snarled “Roseline was my mother-in-law! She was Olive’s mom and that’s my business!” Maggie cut in sharply “But we all know that you don’t love Olive!” This made Logan widen his eyes as he gushed out “What?” His face twisted, and his eyes shrieked a little. His heart turned cold for a brief moment, his ears turned red. Wondering how come they knew! Mr Brown Anderson picked up from there as he said with a cheeky smile on his face “We know that you only got married to Olive because of the rumor of you being a supposed Gay!” His words came sharp, irking Logan.

Most were of Logan as a teenager—grinning with his teammates, posing in a cap and gown, or standing next to a shiny car. Then I saw it. Logan, with an arm around a girl with golden-blonde hair, both of them smiling like they didn’t have a care in the world. Patty. The sight of her made my chest tighten, and I looked away quickly, pretending the photo didn’t bother me. “You kept all this?” I asked, motioning to the room in general. Logan leaned against the doorway, watching me. “I hardly lived here since I left for college. Nobody bothered to clear them up."

Rule 10: Your wife (and kids) will definitely exercise you. I snort. Yeah. These are rules I can live with. Forever. The door suddenly flies open like it’s been kicked by the devil himself, and Logan storms in looking like someone just told him the apocalypse got rescheduled for today. His face is almost the same color as the orchid on his chest. He runs straight for the bathroom, bends over the toilet, and makes a few heroic attempts at vomiting his soul out. Nothing comes up except a couple of miserable dry gags.