Who Is Logan Browning Father Novels & Stories

Tyson paced to and fro in his large living room, he still hadn't gotten what he wanted. Logan was still at the top and burning his warehouse barely made a dent in his fortune. Tyson wanted nothing but to completely ruin Logan, even though he knew he had a thin chance. Logan had the full backup of the government, and all the armed forces, it is very difficult to trap him. But Tyson didn't mind trying. Logan's father had taken everything away from his own father. He struggled to become who he was today, promising to get back at Logan.

Not if I want the truth. As I walk up to him, he gives me a nod, his expression neutral. "What’s this about, Liam?" "I need answers," I say without preamble. "I need to know the truth about Joe’s father." Logan’s brows furrow. "We’ve already been through this. I’m not Joe’s father." "Then who is?" I ask, my voice tight. "You have to know something. You were there, Logan. You were around when Joe was born."

Carson was serious and precise. “Lawrence Brown. Sophia Brown’s father. She is the girlfriend of your son. He did not want Sophia to marry Greg Warner because he hails from a poor family. But the girl was adamant in the advancement of her relationship with him. So Lawrence tried to kill him in the name of the accident.”

He bluntly replied, then came closer to us, trying to grab my arm and drag me away, but got stopped in his tracks by Marcus’s sudden appearance. “What’s happening here?” Marcus asked, walking down the stairs, fixing his tie, coldly gazing upon us. Crap...we’re so fucked... “Nothing important.” Logan answered, looking at him totally relaxed, making me stare at him, surprised. Did he just try to cover for us? His eyes then landed on Kara and his glare suddenly changed in a rather concerned look. “Baby, what are you doing here all wet?” He then asked Kara, walking straight to her.

“How are you holding up?” Logan exhaled slowly. He stared down into his glass before answering. “I’m here,” he said after a moment. Logan shrugged faintly. “I’m not going to lie. I wasn’t exactly close to my father,” he admitted. “He could be a real pain in the ass sometimes, always controlling, but somehow it hurts so bad knowing I'll never get to see him again.” Celeste didn’t interrupt. “He was always there for us,” Logan continued. “For me, for Camilla. Everything we are today came from him, but I wasn't by his side when he needed me the most, because he was a lot.” He let out a bitter laugh.

Logan actually thought I'd go to him for help? He thought I'd beg someone like him—a man who ditched his wife and daughter for a mistress? A man who got our daughter killed? Not a chance. Logan scowled and spat, "You couldn't even give me a son. My mother said a few words, and you ran off, sulking all these years? Letting the Rice family's bloodline roam the streets—if you're not ashamed, I damn sure am."

More openly protective. “Your brother is alive,” I say first, because Logan deserves that before anything else. Logan’s shoulders drop a fraction, then lock again. “And?” he demands, voice controlled with effort. I tell him. Not every detail, not the parts that make me shake too hard, but enough. Rogue King. Biological father. Mary. The package. The injection. Vesperbane. By the time I finish, Logan’s hands are fists at his sides. He doesn’t shout. That’s worse. He turns to Melody. “Why isn’t my father being told?”

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

"What have you been doing? How did you not know that you had a child? And now she's come looking for you at a time like this!" Arthur Bowen, the most senior man in the Bowen family and Logan's grandfather, was the first to speak. When he slammed his cane against the floor, his authoritative presence was just as palpable as it was when he was younger. Logan had always respected his grandfather, so he dared not argue back. After all, it was true that he had only just learned of Lumi's existence. When I had left all those years ago, I had hidden everything related to my pregnancy. And just that afternoon, Logan had tried calling me multiple times, but the number he called was a disconnected one

Let her do whatever she wanted, never let suffered after Mother died and their terrible step father had taken over their custody, he had fought for their rights, but he had only found one thing that made him happy in all these years. Love, he had fallen in love by mistake but with the right person, but Lexi had snatched that away.