Logan’s glare bore into Kayla like a blade. The room was suffocatingly silent except for Charlotte’s faint breathing on the bed and the distant groans of the man sprawled on the floor, still clutching his ribs. Logan’s fury radiated like fire, the kind that scorched without touch.Kayla trembled, her back pressed against the wall as though it could swallow her whole and protect her. Her lips quivered, her voice breaking into fragments of incoherent stammers. She had been bold before, smug even, but that mask had shattered the moment Logan had entered. Now, she was nothing more than a cornered coward.“I’ll ask again,” Logan growled.“Who sent you? Who told you to do this to Charlotte?”Kayla’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her hands shaking as she tried to hold herself upright. Her mind raced with excuses, with half-truths, but Logan’s eyes warned her that lies would be met with something far worse than his words.“I-I can’t—” she started, her voice barely audible.Logan slammed

Kayla’s body screamed at her to turn back, to run far from the storm waiting for her inside that room, but she knew she had no choice. Logan’s words echoed in her head like a chain tightening around her throat. He had given her an ultimatum, and she had already seen what he was capable of when enraged. Defying him was out of the question.Kayla's trembling fingers twisted together as she forced her face into something resembling composure. She needed to appear calm and convincing. She needed Ava to believe everything was fine.And there Ava was—leaning lazily against the wall, one ankle crossed over the other, her expression brimming with smug satisfaction. The shadows in the hallway only made her features sharper, crueler, her grin wide as if she had already won.“Talk to me,” Ava purred, her eyes narrowing with amusement as Kayla approached. “Is it done? Did you make sure Charlotte was ruined the way I asked?”The words slashed through Kayla’s nerves. She swallowed, pasting on

Logan’s arms tightened protectively around Charlotte as he lifted her from the bed. Her body was limp, still heavy from the drug coursing through her veins, but her face was serene in unconsciousness. He glanced one last time at the broken figures of Ava and Kayla, still writhing in pain, their sobs filling the room like hollow echoes. He didn’t linger. With steady steps, he carried Charlotte out of the dimly lit room, his jaw clenched and his eyes hard with resolve.His car wasn’t parked far—he had made sure of that when he stormed into the building. Within minutes, he gently placed Charlotte into the passenger seat, fastening her seatbelt.He climbed into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and drove off into the night.By the time they reached his house, the first hints of dawn were breaking across the horizon. Logan carried Charlotte inside, straight to the guest room he had prepared for her long ago. He laid her gently on the bed, adjusted the pillow beneath her head, a

The news reached Harry Sullivan in the dead of night. He was sitting in his study, the glow of his cigar burning faintly in the dim light, when one of his trusted men stormed in, his expression grave. Harry raised a brow, annoyed at the interruption. “What is it?” The man hesitated before answering, as though the weight of the message might crush him. “It’s Ava, sir. She… she’s been disgraced. The plan against Charlotte backfired. Logan—Charlotte’s husband—was there. He turned everything on her. Ava was… violated.” For a long moment, silence reigned in the room. The clock ticked on the wall. The cigar burned to ash in Harry’s hand. Then, with a low growl, Harry shot to his feet. His face darkened, and his eyes blazed like coals pulled fresh from the fire. “What did you just say?” The man lowered his head, swallowing hard. “Ava was the one who suffered the trap. Logan made sure of it.” The word Logan ignited something in Harry. His jaw clenched, the vein in his temple pulsin

The moment the men saw Logan step out, their eyes lit up with grim satisfaction. “That’s him!” one of them growled. “Logan Brooks!” They surged forward like wolves pouncing on prey. Weapons were raised, fists clenched, and fury burned in their eyes.The first man lunged at Logan with a knife. Logan sidestepped swiftly, his hand clamping onto the attacker’s wrist before twisting sharply. A sickening crack filled the room, and the man screamed as the knife clattered to the floor. Logan kicked him backward, sending him sprawling.Another swung a bat at Logan’s head, but Logan ducked, his fist driving hard into the man’s gut. The intruder staggered, gasping for air, before Logan’s elbow connected with his jaw, sending him tumbling to the ground.But they kept coming, one after the other. A blade sliced through the air near Logan’s shoulder, but he grabbed the attacker’s arm, twisted it, and slammed him against the wall. Two more men tried to overwhelm him, raining blows with the