Logan stood just outside Mia’s hospital room, his heart pounding in his chest as he prepared himself for another meeting with his wife. It had been weeks since her accident, and she was finally being discharged today. While her physical recovery had been impressive, the emotional distance between them lingered. Mia still couldn’t remember much about their relationship, and Logan’s every move felt uncertain, like he was walking on eggshells around her.He took a deep breath and knocked gently on the door before stepping inside. Mia was seated on the bed, her legs dangling off the edge as Nella helped her pack the last of her things. The moment she saw him, her expression brightened, though there was still a sign of unfamiliarity in her eyes, a painful reminder of her lost memories."Logan," she said softly, the name rolling off her tongue with a hint of hesitation. It stung, but he hid his discomfort behind a gentle smile."Ready to go home?" he asked, keeping his voice calm and stea

Logan sat at his desk, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the polished wood as he stared at the array of papers and digital files in front of him. His mind was working overtime, trying to piece together who in the Leinhart family could be behind Mia’s accident. Yuki had already traced the signals to the Leinhart villa, and while Logan had been given permission to search the house, nothing concrete had turned up yet. Still, his gut told him someone in the family was involved, it was just a matter of figuring out who.Leaning back in his chair, Logan let out a sigh. The Leinharts were a large, complicated family with their fair share of secrets, and trying to narrow down which of them had caused the attack on Mia was proving to be a hard task. Lord Leinhart had been insulted by the mere suggestion that someone in his family could be responsible, but Maliya, Mia’s mother, had insisted on Logan pursuing every lead, no matter how uncomfortable it made the family. And that was exact

After he left Melissa, he decided to talk to Lord Leinhart, he wanted to know his grandfather-in-law’s thoughts on if the culprit turned out to be a family member. He had to handle this delicately but remain firm. Lord Leinhart was a man of immense pride, and bringing accusations of treachery within his family was dangerous territory.Lord Leinhart was seated behind his mahogany desk, reading over a set of documents when Logan entered. The older man, with his sharp eyes and silver hair, looked up, his expression unreadable. He set the papers aside, folded his hands on the desk, and gestured for Logan to sit down.“To what do I owe this unexpected visit, Logan?” Lord Leinhart asked in a formal tone, though there was an underlying edge to his words, as if he already knew this conversation wouldn’t be pleasant.Logan sat down, locking eyes with the older man. “I came to talk about Mia’s accident,” he began, getting straight to the point. “I’ve uncovered some information, but before I p

A few days had passed since Melissa’s sudden disappearance, and the family had noticed her absence, but no one truly realized the gravity of the situation until her mother, Elaine, reached out to Lord Leinhart in a state of panic.Elaine’s voice cracked with desperation as she stood in her father’s private study, her face pale and her eyes red from crying. She clutched a handkerchief in one hand, her fingers trembling as she tried to speak through the tears. “Father... she’s gone. Melissa... she’s been missing for days.”Lord Leinhart looked up from his desk, his face creasing in concern. “Missing? What do you mean, Elaine?”“She left without telling anyone, and I haven’t heard from her since,” Elaine sobbed, her voice breaking with each word. “I thought maybe she needed some time alone, but it’s been days, Father. Days! I’ve tried calling her, but her phone is off. I don’t know where she is, and I’m scared something terrible has happened to her.”Lord Leinhart’s heart sank. Melissa h

When Mia finally stirred, the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a nearby lamp. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was home, her own bed, the familiar scent of the room, and the quiet hum of the city beyond the window. Slowly, she turned her head, and her gaze fell on Logan.He was beside her, slumped over the edge of the bed, his head resting on the mattress. Even in sleep, his face was tense, as if he had been carrying a burden too heavy for one man alone. His brows were furrowed, his breathing steady but deep, and Mia could tell just how exhausted he was.Her heart clenched as she watched him. There had always been something about Logan that had drawn her in, even before she could fully remember who he was. Now, though, things were different. In the haze of her dreams, fragments of their past had begun to come back to her, flashes of laughter, quiet moments together, the warmth of his arms around her. And then,