Frozen Rebirth: I Will Outlive You All

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"Logan, this place is absolutely incredible."

​Sienna smoothed down her ruined designer dress. She craned her neck upward at the massive Grand Plaza Hotel.

​"Is this where we are staying tonight?" Sienna asked. Her voice trembled with pure greed. "I have always wanted to see the penthouse suites here."

​A uniformed valet opened the rear door of their private town car.

​Logan stepped out onto the pristine pavement. He adjusted the collar of his dark coat.

​"This is where I am staying tonight, Sienna," Logan said smoothly. "It is not where you are staying."

​Logan pointed down the brightly lit street. "Your cab is already waiting at the corner."

​Sienna froze entirely. The eager smile instantly dropped from her face like a shattered plate.

​"What do you mean?" Sienna asked. Her pitch raised in sudden panic. "Are you still angry with me?"

​She reached out to grab his sleeve. "I stood up to Mason for you! I told the entire neighborhood the truth!"

​Logan subtly stepped back to avoid her touch. He looked at her with mild amusement. She looked like a child asking for a pony.

​"I humiliated the Bennett family tonight just to protect your reputation!" Sienna pleaded.

​"I am not angry," Logan replied calmly. "I saw your sincerity tonight. You performed perfectly."

​"Then why are you sending me away?" Sienna cried out. "We can fix this, Logan. We can go back to how things were."

​"We cannot go back," Logan said.

​He let out a slow, calculated sigh. He perfectly feigned a tone of deep regret.

​"I forgave you, Sienna," Logan said softly. "But my family did not."

​Sienna blinked in sheer confusion. "Your family? You just severed ties with the Bennetts this morning."

​"My biological parents," Logan stated.

​He dropped the fabricated bombshell with absolute precision. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

​"You did not really think I won the lottery, did you?" Logan asked.

​Sienna widened her eyes in shock. "You did not?"

​"They finally tracked me down a few weeks ago," Logan lied smoothly. "They are an old money dynasty. They control several global shipping conglomerates."

​Sienna felt all the blood drain from her face.

​"That is where the wealth is coming from," Logan continued mercilessly. "That is how I bought the Hawthorne estate in pure cash."

​A sickening wave of profound regret washed over Sienna.

​A top tier billionaire dynasty? The Bennetts were practically peasants compared to global shipping magnates.

​"Logan, I had no idea," Sienna whispered. Her voice cracked with genuine agony. "I am so sorry."

​"I was preparing to officially introduce you to them," Logan said. "I was going to bring you into the family."

​Logan shook his head in fake disappointment. "But after tonight? After seeing you standing next to Mason in public?"

​Sienna began to panic completely. Tears welled up in her eyes. The golden gates of the aristocracy were slamming shut right in her face.

​"They are incredibly traditional, Sienna," Logan said. "They think you are a liability. My mother expressly forbade me from bringing you up to the suite tonight."

​"Please, Logan!" Sienna begged. She did not care who saw her crying on the sidewalk. "You have to tell them the truth!"

​"Tell them Mason forced me!" she sobbed loudly. "I will do absolutely anything to make amends. Please just give me one chance."

​Logan let the silence stretch. He watched her squirm. He let her desperation reach its absolute peak.

​"There might be one way to change their minds," Logan finally said.

​"Anything," Sienna gasped. She nodded frantically. "Tell me what to do."

​"My parents are preparing for potential economic instability," Logan explained. "We are stockpiling resources. They gave me a big test to prove I can handle the family business."

​"I need someone I can trust to handle the logistics on the ground," Logan said. "I need to quietly acquire a massive batch of wholesale supplies."

​"I can do it!" Sienna volunteered immediately. Her eyes shone with greedy hope. "I have a degree in supply chain management."

​"What exactly do you need?" she asked eagerly.

​"Everything," Logan said. "Bulk grains. Canned goods. Industrial medical kits. Tons of it."

​"I need military grade winter clothing," Logan continued. "Parkas, thermal underwear, subzero sleeping bags. Portable generators. Fuel."

​He pulled a heavy black card from his wallet. It was a prepaid corporate card with a massive limit. To Sienna, it looked like an unlimited pass to paradise.

​"I need you to secure the warehouse contracts immediately," Logan instructed. He pressed the card into her trembling hand. "Go to the wholesalers. Clear them out."

​Logan looked her dead in the eye. "Do this flawlessly, and my parents will welcome you with open arms."

​"I will not let you down, Logan," Sienna promised. She aggressively wiped her tears away. "I will not rest until the warehouses are full."

​"I look forward to your results," Logan said flatly. "Start now."

​He turned his back on her. He walked through the sliding glass doors of the luxury hotel.

​Through the reflection of the glass, he watched Sienna run eagerly toward the waiting cab. Her mind was already racing with visions of aristocratic wealth.

​A dark, chilling sneer curled his lip.

​He had absolutely no intention of forgiving her.

​The extreme cold apocalypse was less than fifteen days away. The sheer volume of survival supplies he needed to hoard was impossible for one man to purchase alone.

​He needed a mule to do the heavy lifting. Sienna would spend the next two weeks working herself to the bone to buy his doomsday provisions.

​She would stockpile the very supplies that would keep Logan alive. Meanwhile, she would be left outside when the freezing frost came.

​It was poetic justice.

​As Logan stepped into the private elevator, his phone began to vibrate in his pocket.

​He pulled it out and looked at the caller ID.

​Harper Collins.

​Logan stared at the name glowing on the screen.

​In his previous life, he had trusted Harper with his very soul. She was the sweet, innocent girl who always listened to his problems.

​But during the brutal final days of the apocalypse, Harper was the one who unlocked the heavy door to his freezing shelter.

​She had let Mason and Madison inside to steal his last scraps of food. She had worn his mother's stolen coat while she watched him freeze to death.

​She had been Mason's paid informant the entire time.

​Logan swiped the screen to answer.

​"Harper?" Logan said. He pitched his voice to sound completely surprised and warm.

​"Logan!" Harper cried out through the speaker. Her voice was trembling, thick with fake tears and panic.

​"Oh, thank god you answered! I did not know who else to call!" she sobbed.

​"What is wrong?" Logan asked. He watched the floor numbers climb on the elevator display.

​"It is Madison," Harper wept loudly. "She is so furious about what you did tonight. She called the Apex Energy director an hour ago."

​"She told them I was a traitor for being friends with you," Harper cried. "She threatened to pull all the Bennett investment funding if they did not fire me immediately!"

​Harper sniffled pathetically. "Logan, I lost my job because of you! I do not know how I am going to pay for my father and his medical treatments."

​The performance was incredibly impressive. If Logan had not lived through a frozen hell already, he might have actually believed her.

​"I am so sorry, Harper," Logan said. His voice dripped with fake, desperate concern. "I never meant for you to get hurt."

​"I am so scared, Logan," Harper cried. "I might have to move out of my apartment."

​"No," Logan said firmly. "You will not have to do that. You stuck by me when I had nothing."

​"Now that I have resources, I am not going to abandon you," Logan promised.

​"Really?" Harper breathed. Her voice lightened instantly.

​The pure greed bled right through the cracks in her fabricated sorrow.

​"Oh, Logan, you are too good to me. I do not want to be a burden."

​"You are not a burden," Logan said, stepping out of the elevator.

​He looked at his reflection in the polished hallway mirrors. A cold, ruthless stranger stared back at him.

​"In fact, I need a friend right now," Logan said smoothly. "Someone I can trust completely. Can you come to the Grand Plaza Hotel?"

​"The Grand Plaza?" Harper gasped in shock. "Yes! Yes, I can be there in twenty minutes!"

​"Good," Logan said. "Come straight up to the penthouse suite. We have a lot to talk about."

​Logan hung up the phone.

​He looked down the long, empty hallway toward his lavish double doors. A dark, predatory smile spread across his face.

​"Come on over, Harper," Logan whispered to the empty air. "Come see the honey pot.”