One evening after the incident, Logan stood on balcony staring out into the city, while Patricia fell asleep. Damon's men as well as Garry's were stationed at every corner and entrance, with weapons as they knew the threat was impending death. The air was tense but, Logan loved the feeling of the cold air on his face. The note had made it very clear that Kane was coming, and Logan was determined to be ready. “Do you think Kane will actually show up, or will he send more of his lackeys to do his dirty work?” Garry asked, standing by Logan’s side. Logan’s gaze didn’t waver from the city, he continued; “He is too arrogant to stay in the shadows forever. He’ll come out, and when he does, we’ll end this.” Suddenly, the sound of shattering glass broke the quietness of the night. The estate’s alarms blared as gunfire erupted outside. Garry grabbed his weapon, his face grim. “It has started,” Garry said, Logan turned, his eyes burning with determination. “Let’s finish it.” The so

Logan helped Patricia out of her gown with careful hands, his touch soft and satisfying. As he pressed soft kisses along her shoulders, he murmured in a quiet awe; "You are breathtaking, Mrs. Bentley,” She let out a soft laugh, tilting her head to meet his lips. "And you, Mr. Bentley, are the most devoted husband a woman could ask for." He knelt before her, placing a tender kiss on her belly. "And soon, the most devoted father." His fingers caressed her growing bump, a sense of wonder in his eyes. "Do you feel them moving?" It turns out that Patricia was pregnant with twins and they were so excited, it was the most amazing day for both couples in the world when they found out. Patricia smiled, placing her hands over his. "All the time. They know their daddy loves them already." His expression softened. "With my whole heart." He cupped her face, his eyes dark with emotion. "Patricia, you’ve given me a love I never knew I was capable of. A family. My life began the day you walked

***Two Weeks Later*** Logan had planned everything to perfection. The day Patricia and the twins were discharged, a private luxury car was waiting for them just outside the hospital. Their security all stood at a respectful distance, ensuring everything was smooth and stress-free. Patricia, dressed in a soft ivory floral dress, held Seraphina in her arms while Logan cradled Alexander. He guided her carefully toward the car, never letting her take a single step without his support. “Logan, where are we going?” she asked as he helped her settle inside. He fastened her seatbelt, his lips brushing against her temple. “Home.” She frowned slightly. “The estate?” Logan simply smiled. “Something better.” As the car drove along the coastline, Patricia’s heart pounded in anticipation. And then, as they rounded the last turn, she gasped. Right there, standing against the breathtaking backdrop of the ocean, was a stunning mansion. Her hands flew to her mouth. “Logan…”

Malcolm on hearing what this strange man said, sat upright, the restraints on his wrists and ankles were now gone. The medication was still in his system, but his mind felt sharper, more awake than it had been in months. He studied the man before him, he was calm, composed, confident, and clearly someone with access to things that went beyond the walls of this facility. “You said you have friends, people who can help.” Malcolm murmured, his voice hoarse from being too silent for a while. The man smirked, sliding his hands into the pockets of his uniform. “That’s right.” Malcolm leaned forward slightly, his fingers curling into fists. “Then I want out of this place.” His eyes darkened as he added; “And I want one of Bentley’s children.” The man’s smile didn’t falter, but there was a glint of something approving in his gaze as he said; “Now that is interesting.” Malcolm exhaled slowly, the weight of everything, his obsession, his anger for revenge was weighing down on him. H

The air was filled with tension as Logan's convoy sped toward the coordinates. The city lights blurred past, but all Logan could see was Seraphina’s face, his precious daughter, stolen by a madman. His grip tightened around the gun in his lap, thus time he was determined not to let him go, his knuckles were pure white. In the passenger seat, Sean kept his gaze fixed on the GPS. "We’re five minutes out." He uttered. "That’s too long," Logan muttered. His heart pounded with fury. He had promised Patricia he would bring their daughter home. He would not fail. But as they neared the location, a call came through. “Sir, we have a problem," A guard uttered over the line. Logan’s jaw clenched. "What kind of problem?" He hesitated, then said, "Malcolm knew we were coming. He’s already gone." The words slammed into Logan like a punch to the gut. His entire body went rigid. "What?" Logan’s voice was dangerously low. "The building is empty. We found traces like a baby formula, a