“Wait, what did you just say, Hillary?” Logan’s face turned pale as he struggled to believe what Hillary had just said.
Meanwhile, Hillary was happily playing with her big toy, completely unaware of the unusual tone in Logan's voice. She said sweetly, “This big Barbie was given to me by my rich daddy. Rich daddy is really nice, and I love him.”
Logan’s mind went blank at her words.
Taking a deep breath, he crouched down to look at his innocent daughter and seriously emphasized, “Hillary, look at me. I... I am your... father, your... only... father!” But his voice trembled slightly.
Hillary seemed confused by her father's seriousness and asked, “But Mommy told me I have two daddies. She said you are the poor daddy, and the one who gave me gifts this morning is the rich daddy.”
Logan’s eyes widened in shock and despair. He never expected that his wife not only betrayed him but also taught their daughter to call her lover “daddy”!
If he had known this while he was in the hospital, he would have slapped Bethany hard! As Hillary's mother, how could she educate their daughter like that?
Logan was momentarily at a loss for words, unsure how to explain this to his daughter.
However, what Hillary said next completely shattered his mental defenses.
“Daddy, rich daddy is really nice to me. He not only buys me toys but also brings me delicious candy. But every time he comes, he goes into your room with Mommy, and then I hear Mommy crying and begging. Rich daddy...”
“Enough!” Logan suddenly grabbed her arms, interrupting her. He didn’t want to hear any more of this filthy nonsense.
His eyes were red, and he emphasized, almost hysterically, “Remember! I am your only daddy!”
Hillary stared at him with wide eyes, tears shimmering in them. Clearly, she was frightened by Logan.
“Daddy, you’re so mean! I don’t like you anymore!”
She immediately pushed Logan away, forcefully throwing down the gift he had given her, and then dragged the doll that Troy had given her back to her room.
As her bedroom door closed, Logan finally came to his senses. He looked at his hands in confusion and then slapped himself hard across the face.
How could he scare Hillary like that?! She was just a child; she didn’t understand what “rich daddy” and “poor daddy” meant. Those were all bad ideas instilled in her by Bethany!
“Bethany, you bitch! No matter what it takes, I’m going to divorce you!” Logan felt a strong resolve. He couldn’t let Bethany corrupt his precious daughter any longer.
Once Bethany was healed and discharged from the hospital, he would negotiate the divorce with her!
...
The next morning, the sound of keys turning in the lock woke Logan, who was sleeping on the couch.
Then, a sharply dressed, handsome man carefully helped Bethany inside. Her face was still a bit pale, indicating she hadn’t fully recovered.
“Bethany, why are you back? And who is this man?” Logan asked in a low voice.
Bethany glanced at Logan and mocked, “This is my home. Can you really take away my right to come home?”
From her tone, Logan could sense deep resentment and hostility.
“Mr. Logan, nice to meet you. I’m Ms. Bethany’s lawyer.” At that moment, the well-dressed man stepped in front of Logan, extending his hand with a smile.
“Lawyer?” Logan frowned, puzzled about why Bethany had brought a lawyer home.
“Yes, I will be representing Ms. Bethany in discussing the divorce matters with you.” The lawyer explained with a smile.
Logan was taken aback and caught off guard. He hadn’t expected Bethany to rush out of the hospital just to file for divorce before him, and she had even hired a lawyer without him being prepared for it.
However, getting divorced sooner was good for both him and Bethany, so Logan had no reason to disagree.
“I agree to the divorce. Bethany, what are your terms?” Logan asked.
“Read this document. If there are no issues, sign at the bottom!” The lawyer said as he handed the divorce agreement to Logan.
“Just one night, and you already have the divorce agreement ready? Bethany, it seems you can’t wait to be with your lover.” Logan couldn’t help but sneer.
But Bethany dismissed his mockery with indifference.
Logan took the divorce agreement and began to read it carefully. By the time he finished the first page, he felt it was utterly ridiculous.
Logan looked at Bethany and her lawyer, pointing at the divorce agreement, and angrily questioned, “What does this mean? I paid for the land and building materials for this house, and I built it with my own hands. Why are you demanding that I move out immediately? What kind of bullshit condition is this?” In the face of Logan's fury, the lawyer didn’t flinch; instead, he spoke confidently, “Mr. Logan, as far as I know, the ownership of this land is under my client’s name. The property belongs to Ms. Bethany.” His tone was somewhat mocking, as if he were laughing at Logan for being a fool. Logan suddenly remembered that he had purchased the land in Bethany's name before they were married, which meant that, in principle, this house was considered Bethany's premarital property. “Bethany, you cheated! Now you even want to take my house. Don’t you feel any shame?” Logan shouted. The thought of Bethany living openly with her lover in the house he had built with his own hands made Logan
Logan smiled at his daughter and called out, “Hillary, come to Daddy.” He crouched down with open arms, confidently looking at his adorable daughter.Hillary paused, glancing hesitantly at Troy and Bethany.Then, she suddenly dashed toward Logan.Logan watched as his daughter ran toward him, his smile beaming.However, the next moment, his smile froze.Hillary bypassed him entirely and jumped straight into Troy's arms behind him.“Rich Daddy, what gift did you bring me this time?” Hillary cooed at Troy.Troy gently pinched her soft cheek and smiled, asking, “Rich Daddy will always live with you and Mommy from now on. Do you like this gift?”“Yay! Hillary loves this gift so much! I love Rich Daddy!” Hillary cheered excitedly.Watching the interaction between his daughter and his wife’s lover, Logan felt his heart shatter.Not only had his wife betrayed him, but now his precious daughter was too...“H-Hillary, do you love me? Do you want to live with Daddy?” Logan asked bitterly, still
Logan's psychological defenses completely crumbled. He could no longer suppress the anger boiling inside him; the pent-up rage erupted like volcanic lava in that moment as he threw a powerful punch at the smug face of Troy.Troy hadn’t expected the usually weak Logan to strike him. Before he could even react, Logan unleashed a flurry of punches.Logan landed blow after blow on Troy, then kicked him to the ground.Troy tried to get back up to fight back, but Logan had him firmly by the throat, pinning him to the floor, rendering him immobile.Logan’s eyes were red, wild like a beast, completely devoid of reason. He pressed his knee against Troy’s neck, causing Troy’s face to turn purple.It looked like Troy was about to choke, desperately clawing at Logan’s hands and pushing against the floor with his feet, but it was no use.Troy wanted to beg for mercy, but he couldn’t get the words out. Tears of desperation streamed down his face.If God gave him another chance to choose, he would n
Logan was surprised to see him there, this was the head steward of the Bentley family. “How- how did you?” Logan struggled to speak. “Who gave you clearance, this section is off limits!!” The police chief uttered, the gazes from the old man were so intense for him, that he stopped in his tracks. The older man was very displeased with the state in which he met Logan that he could tear the officer apart, his stares made the Police chief tremble that he couldn't say another word. “Release him right now!!” The old man uttered sternly, no one paid heed to his words; “Do not make me repeat myself.” The old man retorted sternly his eyes squinted showing his displeasure. His request made the police chief chuckle because it was a renowned lawyer that had filed a case of assault against him, so this request was quite a ridiculous one that those present laughed out. "Is this some sort of joke? you must be delusional." The police chief said, while his workers began to make mockery of
After a while, the doctors were told to dispatch and so they left the room. Logan slowly walked towards his father whose skin was rather pale with a heavy heart. A heart filled with guilt that if he had known he never would have left. “Hi son, it's been a while. I have missed you.” An old man in his early fifties Terrence Bentley uttered; Logan in shock was consumed with sadness. The man he calls his father was the opposite of who was beside him right now. Seeing his once vibrant father, down him this way due to ALS was almost as though he was dreaming. “Dad!!” “Son, I am sorry for everything. I know that you feel my actions were desecrating your mother's legacy, all that she was. But I will tell you the reason why," Logan's hatred for his father's love for womanising was undisputed, but he wanted to know why he would do that to his own wife. “When your mother died, I lost my purpose in life, she was my everything. My strength, my joy and my better half, so losing her to the co
After those words, Logan's thoughts went back to three years ago, when he had a fiancee, a beautiful and stunning lady with long blonde hair, Patricia Howard. She is from a rich family and both families engaged them from childhood, so they could get married someday. But as Logan grew up, he felt confined and just didn't like the fact that he had no say in his love life. He had craved for freedom all through his life, so when he had the opportunity to leave, he left home and ran away simply because he felt he had found someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He ran into Bethany's arms and left Patricia because to him, he felt pressured to marry her and he didn't want anyone to choose for him. But after everything he had been through in his supposed love life, he felt guilty and embarrassed. “I clearly remember her father, she was my fiancee.” He uttered with his head bowed in shame. He had no idea how she was feeling and how much he had hurt her. “It's a go
It was Logan's former colleague. Not knowing they will ever meet again, but as fate would have it, here they are. Seeing her in such a state brought anger and rage to him. "Get away from her, you bastard!" Sarah Palmer was known for her beauty, even back then in the company Logan worked for, she was often complimented for it. They weren't that close because Logan was of course a married man and he is known for his loyalty to his wife. So any other females he didn't pay attention to them that much. Besides at the time, his wife Bethany was very harsh and overly insensitive that seeing someone as beautiful as her close to him would cause chaos. Bethany was known to be crazy and whoever respected themselves would steer clear off him so as not to attract rage. Logan was not happy seeing that she was being sexually assaulted by an uncouth individual. What he was doing to her, was unacceptable he totally forgot that he was being chased by security guards and did what any upright pers
As soon as the manager Henry finished those words, a resounding slap that left marks on his face could be heard. It turns out Logan had slapped him hard across his face, leaving everyone including Henry stunned by this move. The security guards wanted to really subdue him but the cold stares from Logan made them halt, they had no idea who he was but they didn't want to take risks so they remained transfixed. Logan, who didn't have time for this, immediately dialed Mr Damon's contact. “Damon, I ran into a situation at the company, I cannot get through the security, fix this ASAP.” He uttered and Damon replied; “It will be done in a second, young master.” Everyone was staring at Logan, some in awe others in pity as they felt he was just acting and would be thrown out of this company or worse arrested. Not long after, a group of people rushed into the office of the manager, and they were personally led by the CEO of Blue Net Group. Arnold Cage is a well known figure, he is one of
Logan folded his arms, looking deep into his father's eyes, he then said, his tone skeptical; “And you believe that?” Patricia, seated beside Logan and didn't say anything. Damon Salvatore uttered; “William is not someone who relies solely on physical resources. His greatest weapon has always been his mind. If he’s saying he’s still a threat, we should take that seriously.” Sean, leaning against the wall, chimed in. “Sorry to say this but, I have been monitoring chatter from the Council. It’s been unusually quiet lately… too quiet.” “Well, keep an eye on them, the bone of contention here is William.” Damon Salvatore retorted. “Sorry sir, the thing is, if William has connections, they might be lying low, waiting for the right moment.” Sean said. Terrence slammed his hand on the table, his voice firm and stern; “Enough. I won’t let that snake dictate how we live our lives. We’ve fought wars on multiple fronts before now, so we can handle whatever is coming.” Patricia who has
Days later, while the Council were mourning and regrouping, Terrence Bentley decided to go see his brother William D'Cruz in prison. The air inside the prison was tense. Terrence Bentley walked through the dimly lit corridors, his shoes echoing as he walked gently and took one step at a time. The guards gave him curious looks but stepped aside as he passed, recognizing the power of authority he carried. Finally, he reached the holding cell where his supposed brother, William D'Cruz, sat slouched on a bench looking even more pathetic than the last time they met. The man who had once been a master manipulator and Terrence’s greatest rival was now a shadow of his former self, dressed in a gray jumpsuit, his face gaunt but his eyes burning with determination.. Terrence smirked as he approached, leaning casually against the bars. “Well, well, well,” Terrence Bentley uttered, his voice filled with mockery; “Look who finally got a taste of justice. I almost didn’t believe it when
At the hidden bunker, Logan paced about, his mind lost in thoughts as the others worked. Patricia was seated at a corner desk, looking over intercepted Council files, her brows furrowed with all concentration. She might not understand what was going on, as she wasn't a part of this from the beginning, but she was willing to put her smartness to work. Despite the chaos around her, she remained focused, her mind was analysing patterns in the Council’s movements. “I think I found something,” Patricia said, and continued; “They’ve activated something called ‘Protocol Obsidian’ I don't know what it is but I believe it's… not just an attack. It’s a systematic purge. Logan, they’re coming for anyone who’s ever stood with us.” Logan nodded and said; “I figured as much.” Sean looked up from his laptop, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “We’ve got movement, lots of it. Drones, troops, the whole nine yards. They’re closing in on us faster this time.” Terrence grabbed his
Before the team could finalize their plans, Sean’s laptop blared an alert. It was a red warning that flashed across the screen of his laptop: “Network breach detected.” “They’ve found us!” Sean yelled, his fingers flying over the keyboard. Suddenly, the farmhouse windows shattered as drones swooped in, their blades slicing the air. Gunfire erupted outside as Council operatives descended in waves. “Move!” Logan shouted, grabbing Patricia’s hand. Terrence and Sean covered their escape, firing at the advancing operatives. “Go! We’ll hold them off!” Terrence barked. Thankfully, Alex the mercenary was still around so he had to protect Terrence who was able to get out of there in one piece. Logan pulled Patricia through the back door, weaving through the trees as bullets whizzed and fly past them. The roar of an approaching helicopter grew louder as it gets closer to them, its spotlight was sweeping the forest ever so ferociously. “They’re everywhere!” Patricia gasped for brea
“Logan Bentley, well, he and his father who was supposed to be our ally continues to defy every expectations. Not only did they rescue Patricia Howard, but also managed to leave a facility we designed to be inescapable, they left it alive and without so much as a scratch. Yet our building fell again, that is totally not acceptable.” The woman in the sharp suit, known only as Wren, crossed her arms and leaned against the table. “The young Bentley is a problem indeed but then the bigger issue is that others are starting to believe the Council can be challenged.” Knox turned his gaze to her, he uttered; “And what would you propose, dear Wren? You failed to keep Patricia Howard under your supervision. I trust you won’t fail again.” Wren straightened, and said, “Bentley’s recklessness is his greatest weakness. He’s predictable, emotional. He’ll always prioritize his loved ones over strategy. That’s how we’ll break him.” Another Council member, a muscular man uttered; “We’ve already
Sean pointed to a live feed on the central monitor. The image was a little blurred but it was unmistakably, Patricia Howard, Logan's last shot at love. She was bound to a chair, her head slumped forward. She was out cold and blood was gushing out of her forehead, she must have put on a lot of resistance. The background was a white room room around it were flickering fluorescent lights, thus, it was hard to decipher where she was in. “They took her,” Sean said, his voice tight with controlled fury, he added; “The Council is retaliating, their plan is to hit us where it hurts.” Logan’s blood ran cold as he stared at the screen. His hands were curled into fists to the point that his nails were digging hard into his palms. “Where is she?” Logan demanded, his voice low and dangerous. Sean pulled up a map, highlighting a remote facility deep in the mountains. “Satellite intel puts her here. It’s heavily guarded—Council operatives, drones, and likely traps. They want us to come for h
Logan was quite hot headed and an idea popped into his head and he wanted to see someone in the council, someone high enough he needed to stop playing games with them. He walked towards one of the supposed Council backups and stated sternly. “Hey you, I need to speak to your director right now.” The agent hesitated and surprised that the person they were chasing would come out to the open. And since there were other people who weren't from the council members present at the scene, there was nothing he could do but say; “The Director is currently en route to another operation… she..” “I don’t care where she is,” Logan snapped, his tone brooking no argument. “Tell her it’s about Project Solace, I am sure she’ll listen.” The agent nodded reluctantly, pulling out a secure comm device. As he relayed the message, Logan felt a hand on his shoulder. It was Terrence. His voice was low, almost a whisper. “You think Haynes is clean? This is a dangerous move.” “I don’t know if she is c
It was the figure of a man, who was staring at his screen attentively, as his face illuminated the glow of the screens. Each of the monitors displayed a different angle of the now-destroyed facility, he was very much upset. On one of the screens, this man zoomed in and saw his enemies, Logan and his team as they retreated, they were barely visible due to the fire burning and the smoke. He was wearing a suit and a silver ring engraved with a strange symbol, he smirked at the sight of this. His cold, calculating eyes didn’t waver as he sipped from a glass of Hennessy. “Impressive, I must say,” he muttered to himself, spinning the glass lazily. “Logan's resilience is… is irritating, but commendable. And Terrence, oh, Terrence, just so predictable… Always predictable as always.” He pressed a button on his desk, just then a beep followed, and the voice of an assistant responded instantly. “Yes, sir?” “Deploy Unit Seven. I want Logan tracked. Leave him enough rope to play
With the atmosphere dark, the hallway seemed quite suffocating. Logan’s eyes were focused, his breath steady despite the pain in his side. He could feel his pulse in his ears, the sound of his boots echoed, each step was made with determination to end this problem once and for all. Terrence and Sean flanked him, their movements synchronized, trained, and practiced. The stakes are high now and it wasn't just disputes this was something that needed to be eradicated. This was no longer about just taking down the Council; this was about reclaiming their lives from the chaos that had consumed them for years. "Howe is up ahead," Sean whispered, his eyes scanning the corridor. Logan nodded. "Stay sharp… this is where it all comes together." They reached a large steel door at the end of the hallway, and they found out that a high-tech lock was keeping it shut. Logan didn’t hesitate, he stepped forward and signaled Sean to cover him as he placed a small device against the door an