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Chapter 513
Charis’s car rolled to a stop in the driveway, the gravel crunching softly under the tires, a sound that seemed unnaturally loud in the quiet night. Her hands were locked tightly around the steering wheel, knuckles whitening with tension, and a cold shiver ran down her spine. She had expected Logan to be at home, perhaps waiting calmly, a composed figure in his usual serenity, but the sight through the large glass windows made her chest tighten with sudden dread.Inside, chaos reigned. Dante, the notorious underworld figure she had once thought untouchable, was frozen mid-motion, his hand raised as though suspended by some invisible force. The unnatural stillness of his body was grotesque, the rigid tension of his muscles highlighted by the flickering light of a single lamp. His face was pale, eyes wide with a mixture of disbelief, shock, and genuine terror, as if the realization of his helplessness had just struck him fully. Two of his men lay on the floor nearby, their limbs twisted
Chapter 514
Charis’s lips parted, but no words came out. She tried to speak, to form some lie, some feeble excuse, but the sight of Dante and his men, sprawled across the floor like broken toys, utterly powerless beneath Logan’s presence, paralyzed her tongue. Every instinct she had honed over years of manipulation faltered in the shadow of the man standing before her. She swallowed hard, her throat dry, each gulp scraping against her fear as though it were sandpaper. Her pulse thundered in her ears, drowning out the faint hum of the room’s lights, leaving only the sharp, suffocating reality of the moment.“I… I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she managed finally, her voice weak, quivering as it trembled on the edge of sanity. She tried to lace it with bravado, to cloak her terror in a thin layer of defiance, but the words sounded hollow even to her own ears. “I haven’t done anything. You must be mistaken.”Logan’s eyes narrowed, the irises dark pools of menace that seemed to pierce right
Chapter 515
Charis remained frozen on the floor, paralyzed and mute, her wide eyes reflecting both fear and disbelief. The mansion seemed to hold its breath, every shadow and corner vibrating with the intensity of the moment. The room was heavy with tension, and even the faintest sound—her shallow breaths, the rustle of clothing, the distant hum of the city—felt magnified, echoing in her skull. Logan’s gaze swept across the men who had accompanied Dante, lingering on each of their faces in turn. He observed their expressions of terror, ensuring that the lesson of power, dominance, and consequence had been fully understood. The fear in their eyes was exactly the reaction he had intended; the lesson needed to leave no room for doubt.“Take her out,” Logan commanded, his voice low, calm, yet carrying an authority that brooked no refusal. Each word landed with weight, measured and precise. “Carry her into the streets. Let everyone see what happens to those who conspire and deceive.”The men, tremblin
Chapter 516
Charlotte sat slouched on the edge of the couch in Logan’s mansion, her body limp, her hair disheveled, and her eyes distant, almost glassy. The men had found her, retrieved her from the ordeal she had endured, and brought her back home, but it was clear that the experience had left a deep imprint on her psyche. Even as Logan entered the room, the presence he had anticipated—the warmth of her recognition, the spark of familiarity—didn’t immediately register. She muttered under her breath, speaking in a soft, dreamlike cadence about trivialities that made no logical sense, her tone strangely cheerful, as if the horrors and manipulation she had undergone had been replaced entirely by a manufactured contentment, an artificial calm.“I… I had such a nice time,” she said suddenly, her words slow, deliberate, and oddly detached. “With that man… I wish I could go back to his house again…” The phrasing, so casual and unbothered, carried a certainty that made Logan’s blood run cold. Her voice
Chapter 517
Upon hearing Charlotte's question, Logan told her that he was the one supposed to be asking where she had been all this while, instead. His voice was low, steady, carrying an undercurrent of both concern and restrained frustration. The tension in the room was palpable, thick enough that it seemed to press down on them both, making every heartbeat feel louder than usual.“Logan… I… I don’t even know how to begin,” she said softly, her voice trembling like fragile glass, fragile and unsteady. “I… I’m so sorry for everything… I didn’t know… I didn’t understand what I was doing.” The words barely made it past her lips, a whisper of remorse that seemed to hang in the air, lingering as though seeking some form of absolution.Logan’s eyes softened for a moment as he looked at her, taking in the tear-streaked face, the small quiver of her hands, the slight tremble in her shoulders. He took a slow, deliberate breath, steadying himself, trying to keep the raw weight of his emotions in check. “C
Chapter 518
Logan’s brow furrowed as he picked up his phone cautiously, his thumb hovering over the answer button, the silence stretching between him and the device thick with anticipation. He could sense, even before speaking, that this call would demand his full attention, that it would carry more weight than a casual conversation ever could.He pressed the button and answered. “Hello?” His voice was steady, low, commanding—the kind of voice that could cut through intimidation, a voice tempered by years of handling crises, threats, and situations where hesitation could mean disaster.The voice that came through next was shrill, furious, almost piercing in its intensity. “YOU! Logan Brooks! How dare you?! How could you be so wicked as to make Charis an imbecile?!” The words vibrated through the receiver, shaking at the edges but brimming with raw, unfiltered anger, a force so sharp it seemed capable of cutting through walls.Logan’s eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing ever so slightly, the hand g
Chapter 519
As soon as the call from Sophia ended, Logan slammed the phone down on the table with a sharp crack that echoed through the room. His eyes, dark and stormy, blazed with fury. How dare she—Sophia Collins—after orchestrating so many wicked schemes against him and manipulating her daughter Charis, have the audacity to call and scream at him? The sheer gall of her! It was one thing to plot behind his back, but to confront him over the phone, to threaten him directly, and to lay the blame entirely on him—it pushed every nerve Logan had to the edge.Logan rose from his chair, his muscles taut like coiled steel. The city’s lights glimmered faintly through the large windows of his mansion, but all he could see was the storm brewing in his mind. He took a deep breath, letting his fury settle into a controlled fire, the kind that had earned him the nickname Iron Hand.Without hesitation, Logan picked up the phone again and dialed a number with swift, precise movements. Within seconds, the line
Chapter 520
Logan’s lips curled into a small, almost imperceptible smile as he heard the Collins family’s response. The arrogance, the defiance, the sheer audacity—they all reflected exactly what he expected from a family like that. Prideful, manipulative, and reckless, they were a perfect illustration of entitlement unchecked by reality. He could almost hear the beating of their hearts through the paper he held, feel the frantic energy that radiated from their every decision, every stubborn refusal to bend. It was the kind of obstinance that would get most people into trouble, but Logan, as always, thrived when others overestimated themselves.Rising from his chair, he stretched slightly, feeling the leather of the seat shift beneath him. He tapped a finger on the polished surface of his desk, each tap deliberate, measured. His mind was already racing through the options, calculating outcomes, contingencies, and responses. He did not panic. He did not lose his composure. That was not who Logan B
Chapter 521
The afternoon sun cast long, golden shadows across the sprawling Collins family estate, draping the manicured lawns and towering columns in a warm, deceptive light. Inside the grand drawing room, Sophia and Marcus Collins fumed over their continued defiance against Logan Brooks. Their pride, arrogance, and belief in the invincibility that came with wealth and influence had convinced them that no man—no matter how powerful—could force them to act against their will. They had refused, stubbornly and arrogantly, to comply with Logan’s repeated summons, convinced that their cunning, their legacy, and the sprawling empire they controlled would shield them from the Iron Hand’s wrath.Charis lingered nearby, a shadow of unease clinging to her as she watched her parents’ escalating fury. Her hands were clasped tightly together, knuckles pale, as her gaze darted from her mother to her father, then to the opulent walls adorned with family portraits and expensive artwork. The tension in the room
Chapter 522
Sophia Collins sat on the edge of her marble-tiled hallway, her back straight but trembling, her hands clasped together as though holding herself upright against the shock that had struck her. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, slicing across the polished floors, but even the golden warmth of the afternoon could not touch the cold, sinking feeling in her chest. The words from the municipal official’s call kept replaying in her mind, each repetition heavier than the last. Her luxury shop—her pride, her investment, the culmination of decades of effort and meticulous planning—was being seized and slated for demolition. The disbelief and horror washed over her like a tidal wave, pulling her under before she could find solid ground, leaving her breathless and shivering.Every corner of that boutique held memories of her personal triumphs. The carefully curated displays, the designer labels she had painstakingly acquired, the awards and recognition she had garnered—now they wer