Novel & Cerita Who Is Logan Browning Father

’, Logan prayed in his mind. “Uncle, You won’t believe…..”, A man hurriedly walked inside the house and stopped when he said the duo of both father and son, crying and hugging each other. He was Brandon’s best friend, Bruce, who had been helping Logan in handling the business after Brandon left control over everything, and he was very well aware of things that happened in Brandson’s life. Logan didn’t break the hug and caressed his son’s hair, “What’s it, Bruce?”

I ask, with a frown. I vividly remember that my father was outraged and shocked that it was Donga who released sensitive intel. I felt the breath leave my lungs. “Sarah’s mother.” Logan’s face darkened. “I didn’t betray you. I was just planning my own revenge.” He said now looking at me straight in the eyes. “What the hell does that mean?” I ask as another wave on confusion hit me. “Your father was not the only one who died that day. My father was also killed in that same house. Emmanuel Logan”. He said and I immediately took a step back because I remembered.

Mr Smith said, bringing Olive's attention from her sandwiches. Logan pressed his lips together, his father wouldn't just stop doing this whole interrogating stuff. He thought he kicked it off by caring for Olive in front of everyone. 'What a pain in the ass' Logan was already tired of the meal. "I heard from Logan that you are Brown Anderson's niece.." he started and that made her breathing hitched. She guessed where this was heading and she wasn't even sure if it was something she could boldly talk about. "What about your parents?" His father finally dropped the bomb but as usual, Logan quickly chimed in.

“I could not be happier that my son chose you. I know your family, your father first, and then your sister. And both of them are the best of the people I’ve ever met. And now I know you too, and I know you are just as amazing as your father and sister.” Luna felt her throat constrict at Logan’s words. She recognized the bit about her father as what it was, a public declaration, on Logan’s part, about what he thought of her father. It was his own way of saying Brandon Jones was a good person, to the same public that had judged him not to be. Grateful tears sprang to her eyes, she blinked them to see clearly. Logan turned his attention back to the crowd. “I know this is not the speech I’m supp

“So where’s the father?” “He’s…um…” My voice trailed off. I was embarrassed to tell the doctor that the father of my child was currently in prison for a crime he didn’t commit but plead guilty to anyway. “He’s working out of town,” Logan jumped in. Flashing him a grateful smile, he held my hand. “I’m her support person,” he told the doctor.

Logan was less polite than Hayden. He ignored Harold and Martha as he looked at Sonnet and asked, “Are they your parents?” “Yes.” “Isn’t your father hospitalized because of cancer?” “That’s my foster father.” Sonnet paused and added, “My foster father has raised me since I was small.” Logan nodded and told Fatso, who was standing behind him, “Bring the box of premium cigars over from the car. We’ll give it to Mr. Cole as his wife’s birthday present.”

Tristan stepped back like he’d just realized whatever he was aiming for wasn’t going to happen now. “You’ve decided to join in the fun, Mr. White.” I turned my head, just slightly, to see Logan’s father still sitting in the same armchair, perfectly calm. He leaned back. “Of course,” he replied. “After all, I can’t allow you to take advantage of my son. He’s rather hot-headed when it comes to his wife, he would have fallen right into your trap if I hadn’t said anything.” “Father…” Logan’s voice was low, and strained, but his eyes didn’t leave Tristan. “What are you talking about?”

Jamie asked in a small, shaky voice. The word hit the room like a bomb. Logan froze. He stared at the little boy, his hands shaking at his sides. Valeriana felt like she was watching her whole world crumble. Jamie had never seen his father, but he knew the face from the few old photos Valeriana hadn't been able to throw away. Logan walked into the small room and knelt on the dirty carpet. He didn't care about his expensive suit. He just looked at Jamie, his eyes filling with something that looked like tears.

Tara Are you for real? Logan Carter? Like you mean the real Logan Carter wants to see me?” I was genuinely surprised that a man like that would be looking for me. “Yes girl. Logan Carter, son of Authur Carter is looking for you. Hurry girl, you don't want to keep a man like that waiting”, she warned sharply.

I caused all this. Thank God that sick fuck psycho Logan hadn’t tried to reach me since that note he dropped for me. Not gonna lie, I’d been low-key terrified he’d pull some psychotic animalistic shit and show up at my parents’ house to “claim” me in front of everyone. Because he’s Logan Draegor, he could actually do something that insane. Jesus. Thank fuck he didn’t.