Zelda grinned, "That's the library and office, Mom.""A library too? Oliver is really something else, isn't he?" Abigail said, eyes twinkling with amazement.Before she could be answered, she noticed another set of doors. "Oh, what's behind those?"Zelda explained, "Those lead to the outdoor patio and the gardens.""I must see it! Lead the way!" Abigail insisted. And when she stepped onto the patio and looked at the gardens that could rival any botanical garden, she was left speechless for the first time that day.Finally finding her voice, she said, "I never knew heaven could be a place on Earth. Oliver has truly outdone himself."Her eyes then caught the view beyond the gardens—a beautiful vista overlooking the city. "Oh, and you can see the city from here! This place has everything!"Filled with emotion, Abigail turned to Zelda, "Your life here is something out of a fairytale, and I can't thank Oliver enough for giving this to you—and to us, really. I couldn't have imagined anythin
With a nod, one of her men picked up a bucket filled with water and began to splash it over the faces of the unconscious men. Slowly, groans and murmurs filled the room as Arshad and his men began to rouse, their eyes flickering open to find themselves in unfamiliar territory. As Arshad and his men regained consciousness, their eyes met Alice's cold gaze. Confusion and a tinge of fear crossed their faces as they took in their unfamiliar surroundings. Arshad tried to speak, but his mouth was dry and his words came out as a croak. "What is the meaning of this?" he finally managed to say, struggling to his feet.Alice leaned back in her chair, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Welcome, Mr. Khan. You're in a place where you'll answer some very important questions," she said, her tone icy and controlled.Arshad looked around, trying to assess the situation. His men seemed equally bewildered, glancing at one another as if seeking some unspoken guidance. He then looked back at
At that time, Oliver was cruising along the road when his phone began to ring. Recognizing it was Alice, he connected the call to his car's Bluetooth system. "Alice, what happened?" he inquired."Master, Arshad wants to speak to you, that's why I called," Alice responded.A grin spread across Oliver's face. "Put him on," he commanded.Arshad's frantic voice came through the speakers. "Hello, who are you and why did you capture me? Please have your people release me, I'll pay anything. I have to get to New York; my daughter is in trouble.""Mr. Arshad, don't worry. Since you've come here, everything is under control," Oliver calmly replied.A frown crept across Arshad's face; the voice sounded oddly familiar. "Why does your voice sound familiar? What exactly is 'under control'?"Oliver chuckled. "Ah, you might recognize my voice because I'm the one who called you to come to New York. But don't fret, I'll come meet you myself.""Gasp!" Arshad's voice wavered. The realization struck hi
Caught off guard by Zelda's sternness, Abigail quickly smiled. "Oh, my daughter, I was just playing. Of course, I'll choose a different room." She quickly moved to check out the other available rooms. It was late at night when Oliver arrived back at the Storm family property. His car's trunk was filled with various items, which he instructed the maids to carry to his room. These were things he'd purchased for his impending return to Canada the next day.As he stepped into the hall, he found his mother in her spectacles, working on a laptop. His two brothers stood beside her, engrossed in what seemed to be a serious discussion. The rest of the family were also in the room, some engrossed in their phones and others with laptops. Surprisingly, no one was watching TV.Logan was the first to notice his arrival. "Oliver!" She exclaimed, rushing to hug him, thereby drawing everyone's attention. The room fell silent. "Where have you been? You must be tired," she remarked, her eyes then catc
+18"Maybe this is going to be our last time." She saidOliver was taken aback for a moment but then relaxed into the kiss. Feeling the weight of Logan's words and the intensity of the moment, he reached out and took her hand, pulling her closer to him. "If you think this is our last time together, let's make it memorable," he said softly, his eyes meeting hers.Logan looked up at him, her eyes brightening. "I'd like that," she replied, her voice barely more than a whisper.Oliver leaned in for another kiss, deeper and more passionate this time, as if trying to memorize the feel of her lips against his. Logan reciprocated, her arms wrapping around him tightly as if to hold onto the moment forever.They moved slowly towards the bed, their lips never parting. After a few minutes of deep kiss, Logan took her dress off revealing her beautiful figure in front of Oliver. He gulped as she walked towards him. Logan sat on Oliver and started to unbutton his shirt, they never stopped kissing a
The next day, Logan's eyes fluttered open to find her head resting on Oliver's bare chest, both of them covered by a soft duvet. She watched him sleep peacefully and her mind drifted back to their conversation the night before.("I'm on my period, doing this might result or not result in pregnancy. I don't want to hurt..." she had started to say.) Oliver had silenced her with a finger to her lips and asked, "Do you wish to carry my child? Would you be happy if tonight results in a pregnancy?"With eyes soft and full of love, Logan had nodded. "Yes, I wish for it. I've always hoped for it, every time we've been intimate."Oliver had smiled then, his eyes twinkling, and had lovingly pounced on her, sealing their mutual desire.Shaken from her reverie by the reality in front of her, Logan looked down at Oliver one more time and whispered softly, "I don't know if I'll get pregnant or not, but if I do, it'll be the happiest moment of my life. I'll take care of this child with love." She
Logan set the cup down, finally finding her voice. "Thank you, Aunt Garcia. I wasn't expecting this, but it's very kind of you."Garcia smiled warmly, her eyes meeting Logan's. "In this family, we look out for each other. Besides, you and Oliver are adults. What you do is your business. But caring for your well-being, that's my business."Feeling a little more at ease, Logan asked, "So, you're not upset?""Why should I be?" Garcia shrugged. "I'm more concerned about you and Oliver, especially with him going back to Canada. Have you two discussed what comes next?"Logan sighed, her gaze dropping to her hands. "Not really. Oliver has his responsibilities, and I have mine. I'm staying here for a bit longer, then visiting a friend before heading back to Canada myself."Garcia nodded thoughtfully, sensing the emotional undercurrents that Logan wasn't voicing. "Life has a way of making things complicated. Just remember, dear, love is the glue that binds us but also the force that tests us.
"You do," Garcia affirmed. "But at what cost? What about Zelda, Oliver's wife? What about the child who may be caught in a constant tug-of-war between families? Have you thought about what that would do to the psyche of a young life?"Logan was silent for a moment, absorbing the piercing truth in Garcia's words. "I've considered it, but how can I ignore what my heart wants? How can I simply turn my back on a life that could be full of love?"Garcia sighed. "It's a dilemma, Logan. I can see that you're torn. But consider this: Once a child is involved, it's no longer just about what your heart wants. It becomes about what's best for that child. A child shouldn't be born into a battlefield."Logan felt her eyes moisten. She hadn't thought about it to this depth. "So, what do you suggest I do, Aunt Garcia? Walk away? Suppress what I feel for Oliver and the life we could potentially build?"Garcia paused, choosing her words carefully. "I'm not suggesting you walk away. But I am suggestin