Damien staggered, clutching at his chest, his surprise quickly turning to fury. “Logan! You can’t—she’s mine! You’ll regret—”But Logan didn’t give him the chance to finish. He slammed Damien to the floor, his weight pinning him down with merciless strength. Every fiber of Logan’s being screamed for vengeance, his movements precise, efficient, and fueled by the injustice of what Damien had tried to do.Charlotte, still trembling on the edge of the bed, watched as Logan moved with an almost supernatural intensity. She felt the rush of relief flood her veins, her heart swelling with gratitude and awe. Logan was not just protecting her; he was exacting justice for all the terror Damien had tried to inflict.Damien, realizing the gravity of the situation, tried to push Logan off him, but it was futile. Logan’s grip was iron, his every motion calculated to subdue, not simply strike. “I warned you,” Logan growled, his voice low and lethal. “You touch her, and you’ll pay with more than your

The sun had already begun its descent behind the distant hills, casting long shadows across the Greyson estate, but the warmth of the evening did little to calm the storm that had just erupted in Elias Greyson’s mind. His phone vibrated violently in his hand, the caller ID flashing the number of a hospital emergency line. With a sense of foreboding, he answered.“Sir, we have found your wife, Marianne,” a voice said, strained and urgent. “She was struck down beside the road. Someone saw her lying there and called for assistance. She’s being transported to the hospital now.”Elias felt his chest tighten. The world seemed to stop for a moment, the words sinking into him like heavy stones. His knees went weak, but he forced himself to stand. “Which hospital?” he asked urgently.“St. Raphael Medical Center, sir. She’s stable for now, but she needs immediate attention,” the voice replied.Elias’s hand shook as he ended the call. He turned to Cynthia, who had been nearby, her expression sud

The room was heavy with tension, thick enough to choke anyone who dared breathe wrong. Antonio had finally cornered Cynthia, the trap he had meticulously laid out over days, even weeks, now coming to its cruelest fruition. The soft glow from the ornate lamps cast shadows across the walls, flickering in rhythm with the heartbeat of the room, as Antonio’s eyes glimmered with a disturbing mix of triumph and lust.Cynthia sat on the edge of the bed, her hands clenched in fists, her body trembling—not from fear, but from fury and resolve. She refused to let him see the panic she felt. But even as she steeled herself, she could not hide the anxiety that surged through her veins as Antonio moved closer. Every calculated step he took, every word he whispered, reeked of danger.“Finally, my darling,” Antonio said, his voice low and smooth, like oil over a blade. “Tonight is the night we begin our life together properly.” His eyes roved over her, dark with intentions Cynthia had no desire to en

The sponsor’s words seemed to explode through the air like a thunderclap.For a moment, no one in the grand hall moved.Then, slowly, the whispers began and then grew louder like a rising wave.“Scott Holdings?” someone murmured.“How could they be the ones ringing the bell tonight? Wasn’t it supposed to be Reckon International?”“And Brandon Scott, of all people,” another voice whispered.“I thought he was Sophia Scott’s useless husband… how could he be the one leading the ceremony?”The once-boisterous atmosphere had turned into an electric storm of confusion and disbelief. People turned their heads toward Jessica and Sophia, eyes full of speculation, some even with pity.Sophia’s heart thudded wildly in her chest. Scott Holdings? That couldn’t be right.Her palms turned clammy as she took an uncertain step forward. “Excuse me,” she said shakily, her voice carrying further than she intended. “There must be some mistake. That’s not what yesterday’s press conference said. My compan