Third Point Of ViewLogan made sure that he corrected that impression before the lady went out, spoiling his name. He had to take care of that because no one else would. He let out a loud sigh as he pushed the door open, leaving the room completely.Immediately he was gone, and out of sight; Sophia let out a frustrated sigh, shoveling her fingers deep into her raven-black hair.Her eyes burned severely as she tried to hold back her tears. This was too hard to do as her tears already forced their way out of her eyes and they rolled down her cheeks so freely.Snapping back to reality, Sophia swung into action and wore her clothes, she grabbed her bag and ransacked it thoroughly to make sure that nothing was missing. Not even a pin because that man to her, looked like a thief. No matter what he said, he still looked like a pauper to him and paupers love stealing because they can't get that worth of money in their lifetime. When she was done, Sophia walked towards the door and was abou

Third Point Of View There was a life on the line and it was not Logan's. It was the life of the person he loved and cherished the most. Time was running fast and as each second passed, the only thing he could think of was how slowly the old man was dying. Logan was going crazy. His shirt was buttoned half way and his hair was not brushed neatly. He jumped into the next taxi he saw, pleading with the driver to take him to the hospital whose address he had.His heart kept pounding greatly in his chest that he feared his rib cage was about to burst open. Every second felt like a lifetime as he imagined the worst. What if he dies immediately he gets to the hospital?He kept on uttering all sorts of prayers that the driver thought he was a mad man. Was this how he was going to live his life? He was so worthless and poor to the extent that he had nothing to offer in return to the man who had saved him from death!In split seconds, he arrived at the hospital and he burst through the ho

Third Point Of ViewLogan made the wildest decision he never thought he would have—agreeing to get married to a girl he'd just met. After the phone call, they agreed to meet at a nearby coffee shop to sign the contract, but Logan couldn't wave off the feeling of unease seeping into skin. His gaze lingered on Sophie who sat from across him, sipping her coffee elegantly. She placed the mug on the round table, tucked a few strands of her hair behind her ears and leaned closer, “Relax.” she chuckled, pulling out a brown envelope from her bag, “It's just a year; there's nothing to lose. And also, you'll be five million dollars richer. I'm doing you a favor here.” Logan rolled his eyes, tapping his feets on the ground impatiently. With each second that passed by, it felt like a hundred years. Images of Mr Lee chained to that sick bed kept flashing through his mind, robbing him of his peace. He weaved his hands through his hair, taking a long, steady breath, “can we just get this over with

Sophia could almost feel the ground beneath her open as her grandmother and mother kept raining insults on Logan.How could she have forgotten about such an important thing as assigning a wealthy family name to Logan—one that would make her family proud of her decision, but Logan had ruined everything, and it’ll end up costing her more than she had even imagined.“A common employee getting married to Sophia Riven,” Sophia heard from behind her, and turning around, it was Ethan.“How could you stoop to this? This is really embarrassing for the Riven family, you know,” Ethan scoffed.Logan could no longer take the insults that members of the Riven family were raining at him. He felt like walking away but he knew he couldn’t. He was now bound to the contract he had signed with Sophia, and if this was the welcome party he had received from them, it was glaring that the next one year of his life would be a living hell.“This is the man that your daughter decided to marry in the place of Th

In a dimly lit room, a shadowy figure stood facing the wall. He had a cigar in his mouth, with a black hat that was slightly tilted to the side. While he was there, thinking about all that has happened in to him in the last twenty seven years if his life, down to the last three years when he lost his most trusted soldiers to the cruel hands of death in the Red Canon operation, he heard someone knock."Come in," the shadowy figure ushered in the gentle man who stood at the door knocking."General," the gentleman acknowledged with a courteous bow as he walked into the dimly root. "One of my men said he spotted someone that looked like Malachi Volkov,""Are you sure about that?" The shadowy figure asked, his back still turned against the young man who had come to deliver the news to him."Yes General, and it might interest you to know that he's with Mr. Lee, which in a way proves that he's the one" The young man further added."Where did you spot them?" The shadowy figure inquired, his