“Why the tears?” Logan groaned from his sleep. He could recognise his sister’s crying anywhere. Lydia was such a big baby behind her tough girl face.“Logan.” She hugged him tightly. Her bump was now bigger and it even poked his side.“Hey hey! Watch the baby.” he cautioned her and he released her grip from her neck and wiped her face. “I never knew that the great Suzy Vert would be crying, saying she doesn’t want her brother to die.” Logan said.“I guess the meds the doctors gave you have done its job.” She walked to the table to pour him a glass of water.Sam was sleeping in the sitting room, he had stayed up all night watching Logan while she slept. Alessandro had gone out to get some supplies with a few a guards. Her Boyfriend was not really used to having guards around. He was rather a simple wealthy man that lived peacefully with no much attention from bad people or the general public.“Is Wang here?” Logan asked.She handed him the cup of water, “Don’t mention him if you are g
While Mia and Logan were together in his room, Lydia had gone to take a nap in her own room and her boyfriend was back from the store. He also joined her.“Your eyebags look like they could pack an overnight bag.” nella joked and Sam laughed. That was the first real laugh that came from him in long time. “I am so tired, Nella. I have been a lot of things I didn’t have the strength to say to anyone.” he sighed. “I’m so tired.” He repeated, yawning lazily.She kissed his forehead, “I won’t ask till you are ready to tell me.”“Hmm.” He trailed off as he fell asleep on her shoulders.After a few hours Sam opened his eyes in the safe room. He had a drip connected to your body.“It’s a good thing that the doctors haven’t left.” Lydia frowned at him. Her eyes were red.“Were you crying again?” Sam asked weakly. He had heard her sobbing in Logan’s room. “You are stressing the baby.”“Hey! Is that what you are supposed to say to me? I thought you died.”“Why do you keep thinking any of us wil
“Are you sure about this?” Sam asked as he buttoned Logan’s official jacket up. “I really don’t think you should face those guys yet.”“I have never been so sure, Sam. This is going to work, there is nothing to worry about.”“Okay then, let me drive you to the agency.”“Why?”“Do you plan on telling them you only lost your memory for two months?”“No,” “Then, there is no way you’d know the way to the agency, you need an expert to guide you over there,” Sam wriggled his eyebrows at him.“Hmmm,” Lohan stroked his chin, he previously didn’t want to get Sam involved, but his suggestion was quite already. “Wear your uniform and let’s go.” Logan said Sam dashed into the room and dressed up real quick like he was waiting for that moment.“I am ready.” He said and he came out, he seemed like he had rehearsed that movement so many times, he was even swinging the keys to show off.“Is that a new car?” Logan asked as he had never noticed it before.“Yes sir. The other car you promised me has
Logan sat in the dimly lit conference room, the sterile white walls of the agency’s testing facility contrasting with the tension in the air. He had never felt more out of place.It wasn’t his first time running a full body check up in the agency but the environment still get strange to him. Across from him sat the members of the panel of the agency.To his right stood Dr. Stanton, the agency’s top neuropsychologist, a stern woman in her late fifties who specialized in memory retrieval and cognitive therapy. She was one of the few people Logan had worked with before, though their interactions had always been limited to routine evaluations. Today was different. Today, she wasn’t here to help him she was here to test him, to determine the extent of his memory loss, and whether it was real or just a carefully crafted lie. His own personal doctor that worked in his base wasn't present, they had lied to him but he wasn’t giing to whine about it like a little kid."Logan," Stanton began,
“Do you really think he lost his memory?” Agent Wayne asked the Doctor as soon as Logan left.He also asked the remaining members of the panel to leave as he wanted to have a private conversation with her.“Yes sir.” She bowed. The drugs we were formally developing were found in his blood.“Did you tell him about this yet?” Agent Wayne asked.“Not yet sir. The result just came in.” Dr Stanton had gotten a text from the blood test lab that analyzed Logan’s blood.It was absurd that he had the drug in his system because the agency already got rid of the production a long time ago.If it was in Logan’s blood then they had something to do with Logan’s memory loss because the higher ups were the only ones that have access to the remaining drugs in the storage.“Dr Stanton,” agent Wayne patted her back calmly then he looked into her eyes. “I know you have been working diligently for this agency for a long time and you know the promotions are around the corner, I hope you understand what I’
“Mia, I’m home.” Logan yelled as he walked in with a bouquet of flowers in his hand.He closed the door behind him and he went straight into the room they shared, the lights were off and she was sitting by her computer wearing her cute round glasses.When she was not typing away on her keyboard and her legs are not the chair with headsets on, it only means that she was reading comics.“What are you doing?” He kissed her cheek and she looked up at him. She didn’t flinch because she knew no one else could access the home asides him. Even Nella doesn’t have access yet.“Did you get me flowers?” She asked with watering eyes and she took them from his hands“Yes,they are tour favorites. How was your day at work?”“It was fine. We have pretty much completed the refinery. I think I can resign sooner than I thought.”“You plan on resigning?”“No, I don’t want to work there anymore. It’s suffocating to keep leaving the Leinhart way.” She chucked, “o wanna take cooking classes after I resign s
Caleb’s New residence “Good evening, sir..” Late Savini's Right Hand man bowed before Caleb. Caleb had appointed him to be his right hand man after he killed Savini.The poor man had agreed not because he wasn’t loyal to Savini but Caleb had managed to acquire their personal information and he used their weaknesses to hold he and the other men as his own.“What took you so long to come here?” Caleb threw a slap on his face, “are you missing your late master that you can’t seem to stand my present?” He yelled.Evans fell on his knees. “I’m sorry, you are the r only master I recognize. I was late because of the traffic.”It was Savini’s birthday and Evans had missed his old boss dearly. Caleb was someone who his boss had Favored because they had a common goal but he killed him.Caleb chuckled, “as long as I would love to thug this discussion out with you, I have more pressing matters to attend to. Did you see Mia Leinhart at the office today?”“Yes sir. Her cousin came around asking fo
“Rumors have it that Lord Nelson has passed away and Mike Nelson has declared himself the new Lord of their family.” Sam informed Logan.“That sounds more like a warning than a news from your tone,” Logan said while he was picking out a suitable tuxedo for the festival he was going for. “Should I just get a custom made tux from Italy? I can’t seem to pick one from the ones I have.”“The Chairman….”Logan interrupted him. “Fine, I won’t be buying a new pair of suit.” He just knew that Sam was about to tell him that his father had instructed him not to allow him to get another pair of custom made suit because he had not worn the ones he had with him.Sam heaved a light sigh. “Mike Nelson might strike soon and he will soon start making public appearances.” “Should we be scared of him?” Logan finally found a pair of tux that caught his eyes. “Ask Nella to buy Mia a green dress, pls.”“I’m saying we should beware of him and has Ms Mia agreed to go for the festival?”“She will attend the f
It had been months since Logan and Mia had time to truly relax. Logan’s responsibilities at his family’s company had multiplied as he guided it toward new heights, while Mia was immersed in her work with the non-profit organization and preparing for medical school. Despite their busy lives, they made sure to spend precious moments together, late-night dinners, quiet walks, and shared laughter, but those moments felt all too fleeting.Logan’s parents, Charles and Evelyn, noticed the strain on both their son and his wife. They’d come to adore Mia, who had blended seamlessly into the family with her warmth, strength, and kindness. Even Mia’s parents and grandfather saw the need for Logan and Mia to recharge. That’s when the idea sparked between the two families during a casual afternoon tea: a surprise trip for Logan and Mia, a retreat where they could unwind, reconnect, and indulge in some long-overdue relaxation.Working together, the parents crafted the perfect plan. They chose a ch
As Yuki took his first steps away from the agency, a whirlwind of mixed emotions swept over him. Years of dedication and relentless training had defined his life, shaping him into one of the agency's most skilled operatives. However, after everything that had happened, especially the danger his close friends and allies faced, he realized he wanted a life beyond the shadows. The long nights spent looking over his shoulder, the constant need for vigilance, and the weight of secrets had finally pushed him to seek a new beginning.Logan, understanding Yuki’s silent turmoil, didn’t hesitate to support his decision. On Yuki’s last day at the agency, Logan met him for a quiet lunch at their favorite little bistro downtown. The two men sat across from each other, each one keenly aware of the new phase ahead. Logan, now fully entrenched in leading his family’s company, and Yuki, ready to step into a world he barely recognized but deeply craved. As their plates were cleared, Logan handed Yuki
The atmosphere in the grand Leinhart mansion had shifted, a quiet tension settling into every corner as Lord Leinhart’s health waned. He had been the pillar of their family, guiding them through turbulent times with a firm yet caring hand. Now, his movements were slower, and his powerful voice often softened with an underlying fatigue that didn’t go unnoticed by those closest to him. His children and grandchildren had tried to pretend everything was as it had always been, but they couldn’t ignore the lingering fear that he might be preparing to say his final goodbyes.One afternoon, Lord Leinhart summoned his family to the study. It was a room filled with memories of past achievements, marked by framed accolades and family portraits hanging on the walls. The room was intimate yet regal, his presence radiating an authority that had commanded respect for decades. As family members trickled in, the atmosphere grew tense. Mia, Melissa, and other key family members waited, each wondering
Logan’s transition from the agency to the corporate world wasn’t without challenges. His father, Charles Frost, had always emphasized the importance of leadership and responsibility, and after the recent turbulence with the agency and the betrayal he’d faced, he finally understood the value of the stable legacy his father had worked so hard to build. Reluctantly at first, Logan accepted his father’s insistence to take the reins as the permanent president of the family company, but soon he was pouring his energy and determination into every project, every strategy, and every partnership. Charles had seen in Logan a vision that was ambitious and future-driven, and he wanted that vigor to push their company into new frontiers. Logan took on the challenge with both respect for the legacy his father had created and a passion for redefining what they could achieve. Within months, Logan’s influence was apparent. He fostered partnerships with promising startups, invested in sustainable ene
Alexander Wang had been planning this moment for weeks, every detail mapped out with an intensity that reflected the depth of his feelings. It wasn’t just about the proposal, it was about redemption, healing, and a fresh start. He knew what Lydia, known in the spotlight as Suzy Vert, had been through. She had stood in the face of his family’s skepticism, with no shortage of harsh words or hurtful judgments. Despite it all, she’d never faltered, showing grace and strength that had ultimately won over Alexander’s heart even more than before.That evening, he led her to a quiet, lantern-lit pavilion on the family’s expansive estate. This wasn’t just any garden; it was the same place where she’d been met with icy receptions and side-eyed glances. He had chosen it deliberately. The blossoms were in full bloom, and the warm scent of jasmine floated in the air, adding a touch of magic to the setting. Lydia held her baby, bundled in soft blankets, as they walked. She had no idea what Alexa
Sam had always harbored the desire to leave his position as an agent, yearning for a life beyond the shadows and endless fieldwork. The agency’s lifestyle had worn on him, filling him with scars both physical and emotional. So when he handed in his resignation, he felt an unexpected mix of relief and anticipation, as if he were finally stepping into the life he had been waiting for. Logan had been supportive, congratulating him with a genuine smile and a handshake that held unspoken gratitude. After everything they’d been through, Logan knew how much Sam deserved this next chapter.Not long after, Sam was contacted by Logan’s father, Chairman Frost, with an opportunity he couldn’t refuse. Chairman Frost had taken notice of Sam’s loyalty, and he was impressed by the integrity Sam had shown throughout his years as an agent. Besides, he was like his own son now.As a reward, Chairman Frost extended an offer that aligned perfectly with Sam’s aspirations, a position as president of on
Melissa had never imagined her life would come to this moment, a second chance. As she stepped out of jail, the sky looked a little brighter, the air felt fresher, and for the first time, she felt the weight of her choices lift, just a little. A special pardon had been granted, and rather than relief, a wave of determination washed over her. She couldn’t erase the mistakes she’d made, but she could make sure her future was different. This was her opportunity to rewrite the narrative, and she wasn’t going to squander it.One of the conditions of her pardon was to complete a rehabilitation program. At first, the idea of “rehabilitation” sounded restrictive, but the time in therapy opened her eyes in ways she hadn’t anticipated. She spent hours unpacking her resentments, her jealousy toward Mia, her need to prove herself, and the misguided sense of entitlement that had led her down a dark path. Bit by bit, she began to peel away layers of bitterness, acknowledging the pain and insecu
Charles Frost sat alone in his study, the dim light casting long shadows across the room. The weight of the secrets he carried weighed heavily on him, pressing down with each beat of his heart. His son, Logan, had no idea of the extent to which Charles had been aware of the memory loss conspiracy or the threats that came with it. Charles had watched quietly from the sidelines, keeping close tabs on the unfolding events, hoping that his silence was enough to keep his family safe. Though Logan had confronted the members of the panel and brought charges against them, Charles knew that the details went deeper than his son might have suspected. From the first time he’d heard whispers of a “memory-altering operation,” Charles had taken quiet but decisive action. He didn’t involve his wife, fearing the panic and worry it would stir. She cherished Logan, and the mere thought of such betrayal from those within their circle would devastate her. Charles was also relieved that Logan hadn’t
[These last ten chapters will cover how everyone moved on and a little bit of backstory]Mia closed the door to her office, pausing to take one last look around. After years of leading the LH Group, the spacious corner office, once filled with the bustling energy of meetings, conference calls, and late-night strategy sessions, felt strangely silent. She had always thought she’d grow old here, carrying on her family’s legacy. But somewhere along the way, the responsibilities, the corporate dealings, and the constant pressure had worn her down. Stepping back from her CEO position was a decision she hadn’t made lightly, but she knew in her heart it was the right one.The past few months have been transformative. Her near-death experience and the fallout with Melissa had led her to reassess her life and her priorities. She wanted a new purpose, one rooted not in corporate power, but in making a genuine difference. That’s what drew her to the idea of joining a non-profit organization fo