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LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 179
On one beautiful sunny morning when Elizabeth woke up, a sharp, unfamiliar sensation rippled through her body. She sat up as her breath quickens as she placed a hand on her belly. "Liam," she whispered, nudging him gently. "What’s wrong?" He asked gently. "I think... I think it’s time," she said, her voice trembling with equal parts fear and excitement. Liam sprung out of bed like a bolt of lightning he asked; "Are you sure? How far apart are the contractions?" Elizabeth winced as another wave of pain hits her as she pants heavily; "About ten minutes," she managed to say as she, grips the edge of the bed. “Okay, okay,” Liam said, running a hand through his hair as he began gathering their things. “Hospital bag, keys, phone…” He rattled off a mental checklist as he helped Elizabeth to her feet. “Liam… breathe.” she uttered amused by his doing. He paused, looking at her with a sheepish grin; “Right… breathing, got it.” The drive to the hospital was that of a
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 180
The family of the Miller's final destination was the Amalfi Coast. They spent the day on a quiet beach, letting their daughter of Hope experience the sand and sea for the first time. Young Hope squealed and cooed with delight as the waves lapped at her tiny feet. She toddled toward the water, her laughter ringing out as Liam scooped her up and twirled her around. “She loves it,” Elizabeth said, capturing the moment on her camera. “As do I,” Liam replied, grinning as Hope splashed him with water. Elizabeth kept capturing the lovely moments as she was very much excited that her family is complete and living the dream. Later, as evening came, they sat together on the sand. Elizabeth cradled Hope in her arms, and Liam wrapped his arms around Elizabeth. “This is what it’s all about,” Liam said, his voice filled with emotions. Elizabeth nodded, her excitement was fulfilling; “Family, love and adventure… I couldn’t ask for anything more.” As the waves gently came Elizabeth realiz
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 181
Meanwhile, Logan Hudson Bentley was having an amazing plan to keep his love life afloat. In a private beach Logan was standing ever deligently. Logan Bentley, dressed in a crisp navy suit, stood at the center of it all, his heart pounding like a drum. Terrence Bentley, Logan’s father, stood nearby, his gruff demeanor softened by the occasion. “Are you ready for this, son?” he asked, placing a firm hand on Logan’s shoulder. Logan turned to his father, his voice calm despite the storm of nerves inside him. “I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life, Dad. She’s my world.” “Then it is time, I am sure your mother would be proud of you.” he uttered as he smiled at his son. From the other side of the beach, Patricia’s parents, Mr and Mrs Howard, were ushering Patricia toward the surprise. She wore a flowing red dress that was quite shimmering, her mother tried to distract her with a funny story but none of that killed her curiosity. “Where are we going?” Patricia aske
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 182
As the last of the fireworks faded into the starry sky, Logan gently took her hand, leading her toward a hidden path that wound through the palm trees. “Where are we going now?” Patricia asked, her voice filled with excitement. “You’ll see,” Logan said, a playful glint in his eye. Their families watched them disappear into the darkness with knowing smiles. Patricia glanced back, noticing her parents and Terrence Bentley sharing quiet laughter as they watched them both go. Something was definitely up and she wanted to find out what that was. Could it be a surprise or is something else going on? The path they walked on was filled with well lit lanterns hanging low from the trees, casting a magical glow. The sound of the ocean faded, replaced by the soft chirping of crickets. They were definitely going into the woods now, the air was warm, and Patricia’s heart raced as they reached the edge of a loving path. There, before her, stood a breathtaking well prepared settings, it
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 183
Later that night, when the guests had left and the house was quiet, Patricia wandered out onto the balcony to get some air. The cool breeze was a welcome contrast to the warmth inside. She stared out at the moonlit woods, their shadows deep and endless. Suddenly, a faint noise caught her attention, a rustling from the trees. She leaned over the railing, squinting into the darkness. “Probably just an animal.” she said to herself. But then, she saw it. A figure standing at the edge of the woods, motionless. Her breath caught in her throat as the figure stepped forward, just enough for her to make out their silhouette. “Logan!” she called, her voice trembling. He appeared within seconds, concern etched on his face. “What’s wrong?” “There’s someone out there.” she said, pointing toward the woods. Logan followed her gaze, his expression hardening. “Stay here.” he said firmly. Before Patricia could protest, he was already heading toward the trees. She watched anxiously as he disapp
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 184
Later that night, as Patricia lay awake, the house seemed to groan with secrets. She couldn’t shake the feeling that Malcolm’s appearance wasn’t just about her but it was about something deeper, something tied to the estate itself. In her restless state, Patricia wandered down to the library, hoping a book might distract her. As she scanned the shelves, her hand brushed against a dusty journal tucked behind a row of volumes. Curious, she opened it and began to read. The journal belonged to a man named Elias Bentley, one of the estate’s previous owners. His entries spoke of a forbidden love, jealousy, and a terrible betrayal that ended in bloodshed. One passage caught her attention: “They say the heart can drive a man to madness. But what they don’t tell you is that the heart can also be cursed, bound to repeat its torment until justice is served.” As Patricia read the final part, the pieces began to fall into place. Malcolm’s obsession, the secrets he claims to have aga
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 185
As the cars rolled into Bentley's estate, the tension in the air was suffocating. Logan was rushed into the estate's private infirmary, his blood staining the crisp white sheets as the doctors scrambled around to save his life. Patricia Howard stood nearby, her face pale and filled with tears. Meanwhile, Malcolm was dragged into the grand hall, his face twisted with rage and no remorse for what he had done. Terrence Bentley stood waiting, his icy demeanor betraying the storm raging within him. The moment Malcolm entered, Terrence’s sharp voice barked out; “Bring that coward here... You idiot, I warned your father that you would be a disgrace when you grow up, but this? You’ve gone too far.” Malcolm smirked despite the situation and uttered; “A disgrace? Is that what you call love, Uncle? Or are you upset because your perfect son isn’t so untouchable after all?” Terrence’s hand slammed against the heavy glass table, the crack echoing like a thunderclap. “Don’t you dare spe
LOGAN .H. BENTLEY'S REBOUND CHAPTER 186
For the first time, Malcolm hesitated, but that didn't last long as he uttered; “You’ll never understand, Patricia. You’re just another piece in their game.” William turned to his son Malcolm, his tone stern. “You’ve done enough, Malcolm. Whatever your grievances, you’ve crossed a line that cannot be uncrossed. How could you try to kill him in public? Do you want to be known as a murderer in the eyes of our investors? That's not what I taught you.” “And you,” Terrence growled, pointing a finger at William, “have enabled him for far too long. If Logan dies, William, I swear there will be no truce… no peace… ever.” Patricia stepped between them, her arms stretched out; “Stop! Both of you! Don’t you see what this is doing? Logan’s life is hanging by a thread, and you’re still fighting over the past.” The doors to the master's bedroom where Logan was opened again, and the doctor reappeared, his expression slightly more hopeful. “We’ve stabilized him,” he said, his voice calm but
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Back at the Bentley's estate, as the roar of engines grew louder, as Logan stood in the dimly lit control room, his eyes darting between the surveillance monitors and his men who awaited orders. "Reinforce the eastern wing! And block the entrance to the dungeons," Logan barked, his tone urgent. “Malcolm knows this estate better than most of us. He’ll try to flank us from the back.” One of his lieutenants hesitated, the strain of the moment visible on his face. “Sir, we don’t have enough men to…” “I don’t care how you do it,” Logan interrupted, his glare stern, his voice cold he continued; “Just make sure that door is impenetrable!” The estate felt like it was about to cave in. Outside, the headlights of Malcolm D'Cruz’s convoy pierced the darkness, advancing like a predator stalking its prey. Logan’s fingers hovered over his communicator. “Get ready,” he murmured, his heart pounding. “This isn’t just about revenge, this is personal.” Minutes Later, Chaos erupted like a
CHAPTER 210
Hours later, under tight security and with immense reluctance, Rick was escorted out of the prison. The trio waited in a black SUV, their faces grim as he climbed into the backseat. "Feels good to breathe fresh air again," Rick said, stretching his arms. "Now, let’s get down to business." Bethany turned to him, her eyes blazing with desperation. "Where is she, Rick?" Rick pulled out a piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Carter. "An address… she’s being held there. But you’d better hurry. My associates aren’t exactly the patient type." Carter snatched the paper, scanning the address. "If this is a trap…" "It’s not," Rick interrupted smoothly. "I want you out of my hair as much as you want your kid back." “Well it better not be a trap, or else I will make sure you stay in jail or worse meet your untimely death regardless of the consequences.” Troy Reece uttered sternly. “Relax big guy…” Rick said, raising his hands in surrender, mockingly and added; “It's not a tra
CHAPTER 209
One after the other, the trio slipped inside, moving between stacks of crates as gently as they could. The sound of voices grew louder. They spotted Marcus Kane at the center of the room, flanked by armed guards. Carter whispered, "We take out the guards quietly. Then we corner Marcus." Troy nodded, drawing his silenced pistol. One by one, they incapacitated the guards, their movements swift and precise. Finally, they approached Marcus, who was seated at a table, his back to them. Troy pressed his gun to Marcus’s temple. "Don’t move." Marcus froze, his hands raised. "Well, well, Reece. You’ve got guts showing up here." Bethany stepped forward, her voice shaking with anger. "Where is Hilary? Where is my daughter?” Marcus smirked and uttered; "Ooh!! I am shaking in my pants, wait did you think I’ll just hand her over? Rick’s paying me more than you can imagine to keep her out of your reach." Carter slammed his fist on the table. "We’re not leaving without her!" The sound
CHAPTER 208
Bethany sat in the car on a quiet road a few miles from the Bentley estate, her hands trembling as she clutched the steering wheel. She had driven here in desperation and Troy as well as Carter had flanked her from behind, but Logan’s guards had turned her away without even hearing her out. Tears welled down in her eyes as she thought about her daughter, alone and in danger. Her phone buzzed on the passenger seat, and she flinched, hesitating before picking it up. Rick’s message was short and brutal; “Time’s up. No freedom, no daughter.” ‘How did he have my phone number? Of course he is a notorious man. What's so special about my phone number that it would be too hard to get?’ She thought. Bethany began to sob, her body shaking as she tried to gather her thoughts. Logan wasn’t coming, he was too caught up in his own war to help her. How could she expect him to drop his own family obligations just so he could save a child who wasn't his, not to talk of one whom she had turn
CHAPTER 207
Patricia stood in the doorway of his study wearing one of Logan’s button-up shirts, her arms folded across her chest. She looked at him with concern, but her voice was steady. “You’ve been up all night, what's up?” Logan turned, his expression softening when he saw her. “I had to plan.” Patricia stepped closer, her bare feet on the wooden floors, even though it was cold she didn't mind, she then uttered; “Planning is one thing and wearing yourself out right before a fight is another.” “I can’t afford to rest,” Logan replied, his voice firm but gentle. “Malcolm won’t stop until one of us is dead. I have to be ready.” Patricia reached out, taking his hand and said; “I know you feel like this is all on you, but it’s not. You have people who want to help you. Damon’s men, the loyal guards here, and… me.” Logan’s jaw tightened. “You’ve already helped enough, Patricia. More than I would ever ask for, B But now, you need to focus on yourself and the baby. I won’t risk you being cau
CHAPTER 206
Bentley's estate was quiet but tense. The events of the night replayed in his mind: the ambush at the cabin, Patricia’s revelation, and Damon Salvatore’s shadowy intervention. Everything pointed to one undeniable fact, that this wasn’t just survival anymore. It was war! A soft knock at the study door interrupted his thoughts. It opened slightly, and Patricia peeked in. Her face was calm, but her eyes betrayed her concern. “You should be resting,” Logan said, setting the glass down. She stepped in, closing the door behind her. “I can’t sleep, not with everything happening. Not with you down here, planning who-knows-what.” Logan stood, walking over to her. “Patricia, you need to trust me. I’ll handle Malcolm.” “And what happens if you don’t?” she asked, her voice trembling. “Logan, I’m scared. For you, for us, for this baby. Every time you walk into danger, I feel like I’m losing a part of you.” Logan gently took her hands, his eyes softening. “I know you’re scared, but
CHAPTER 205
The woods were quiet except for the wind, but Logan’s mind raced as he paced the cabin’s living room. Patricia sat on the couch, her hands tightly gripping the edges, her face pale but determined. “We need to leave this place soon, Malcolm already knows where we are now. It’s only a matter of time before he sends more men to cause a scene or worse.” Patricia hesitated, then stood, her arms instinctively wrapping around herself protectively. “Logan, look here, running away won’t solve this. You know that as well as I do.” Logan turned to her, his expression softening but still firm. “This isn’t running, it's called a strategy. We regroup with our own men and plan our next move. Malcolm thinks I’ll be caught off guard simply because I am in the woods, but I won’t give him that satisfaction, hell no! They were the ones who started this, his father hated my father because of a grudge, he killed him and he paid with his life for it, so if this is what I have to deal with for spar
CHAPTER 204
The room was eerily silent after Logan’s departure, the reality or the fact that what had just transpired in front of him began to kick in. His father’s lifeless body laid on the floor, and his blood gushing out from his head beneath him. Malcolm dropped to his knees beside William, his hands trembling as he shook him. “Father, wake up!” His voice cracked, desperation could be seen. But despite all the tears and calling, William D’Cruz was gone, his now cold and blind eyes staring at the ceiling into nothingness. The shot was directed to his brain so no amount of surgery could bring him back to life. Malcolm’s breathing was no longer normal, it is more like he was hyperventilating as he clenched his fists. He felt his anger deep into his veins, boiling hotter than he thought possible. His entire world had just been shattered by Logan Bentley, his cousin, and right then and there as he knelt down beside his father's dead body, he vowed and swore to make sure, Logan pays wit
CHAPTER 203
Damon nodded. “If you’re set on this path, Master Logan, then promise me one thing: don’t lose yourself entirely. Your father wouldn’t want his legacy to be remembered in blood.” Logan didn’t respond. He simply turned back to the desk and pulled out a drawer, retrieving a small, sleek pistol that had belonged to his father. He checked the chamber, the metallic click echoing in the silent room. “This isn’t about his legacy anymore,” Logan said quietly. “It’s about vengeance and making sure men like William and Malcolm never hurt anyone again.” **** Days later, seeing his father's remains that was completely unrecognisable, made Logan feel as though he had not done anything yet. He was supposed to be planning his father's burial but all he could think about was William's dead body being brought to the morgue as well. He couldn't just sit back and let his father be buried alone. What was his offence, being really good at everything and being his father's favorite? Well that was t
