Mia and Nella watched Sam as he surveyed the perimeter with meticulous attention to detail. His eyes scanned every corner of the room, every shadow, and every possible entry point. Tension filled the air, and Mia's heart raced as her thoughts drifted to her family. Her grandfather, parents, cousins, aunts, and uncles were all gathered in the other rooms, they were most likely aware of what was going on. Mia couldn’t shake the feeling of being unsafe, and the thought of anything happening to her loved ones made her stomach churn."Are you sure they’re safe?" Mia’s voice was barely a whisper, but the fear was evident.Sam turned to her, his expression calm but serious. “They’re fine. We’ve got men stationed outside. No one’s getting in without us knowing.”Nella, sitting beside Mia, narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t satisfied with the vague reassurance. “Did you plan this? Did you know this was going to happen?” Her voice was sharp, cutting through the thick silence that had settled over
Just as Logan thought the situation was finally tipping in his favor, Caleb's smirk deepened, his eyes shone with malice."You think you've got me, don't you?" Caleb's voice was calm, too calm for a man in his position. Logan's instincts screamed that something was wrong.Before he could respond, Caleb raised a hand, signaling for his men to stand down.Logan kept his gun trained on Caleb, his heart pounding in his chest, but he didn't lower it. "It's over, Caleb. Call it off before more people get hurt."Caleb chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "You're always so predictable, Logan. You are always thinking you can control the situation, play the hero. But this time, you've made a grave mistake."Logan's grip tightened on his weapon."What are you talking about?"Caleb's grin widened, his voice dripping with venom. "I've got your sister with me.“Lydia, isn't it? Or do you prefer her little stage name, 'Suzy Vert'? I hear she's pregnant." Caleb leaned in, his eyes narrowing. "And if you
After the commotion had finally died down and the guards had secured the perimeter, the air inside the mansion was thick with tension. The members of the Leinhart family gathered in the main lounge, their faces etched with a mixture of relief and confusion. Lydia sat beside Alexander, her face still pale but filled with gratitude for her brother’s swift actions. Mia stayed close to Logan, her hand resting on his arm, though she was going to ask what had transpired later but for now she was glad that he was safe. She was surprised to see that Lydia was in the Villa because she didn’t recall seeing her at the party.Just as Logan thought he could finally take a breath, a member of the household staff entered the room and bowed. “Lord Leinhart wishes to speak with you, sir,” the butler announced.Logan nodded, meeting Mia’s questioning gaze with a reassuring look before following the butler down the grand hallway. He was led to Lord Leinhart’s private lounge, a room Logan had only
Logan stood frozen, staring at Mia as the weight of the moment pressed down on him. The gun in her hand didn’t frighten him as much as the look of betrayal written on her face. His heart ached, knowing that this confrontation had been inevitable, he had been putting it off for a long time."I’m not who you think I am, Mia," Logan began, his voice low and filled with regret. He swallowed hard, knowing that what he said next could forever change their relationship. "I’m not a gangster. I never was. I’m an undercover agent."Mia’s brow furrowed, her grip on the gun tightening slightly. "An agent?" she echoed, disbelief washing over her face. "You mean to tell me that all this time... you were some kind of spy?"Logan nodded, the words feeling heavier than he anticipated. "Yes, I work for a covert agency. My mission is to infiltrate criminal organizations, gather intelligence, and eliminate threats. That’s what I’ve been doing all these years. And I didn’t tell you because..." He hesitate
The next morning, Logan woke to an unsettling quiet that filled the Leinhart Villa. As he reached out for Mia, his hand fell on the cold, empty sheets beside him. His chest tightened in a moment of dread. She was gone.Frantic, he reached for his phone, dialing her number, but each call went straight to voicemail. He tried texting her apologies, pleading for her to come back and talk but there was no response. When he walked over to her side of the closet, his worst fears were confirmed. All her things from last night were gone. Mialeft.Across town, Mia sat in her car outside her own house. The night’s emotions still weighed heavily on her, her eyes puffy from the tears she had shed, and her heart burdened with questions she didn’t have the strength to confront Logan about. She stared down at her phone, her finger hovering over Nella’s contact."I need to know what really happened last night. Can you find out from Sam?"*she finally typed, her hands shaking as she hit send. Nella was
Logan stood outside the door of Mia’s parents’ private lounge. Despite everything he had endured in the past 24 hours, this might be the most difficult task yet coming clean to Mia’s parents about his true identity. Mia had left him, and Logan knew he had no choice but to try and win her back. But to do that, he needed the support of her family.He knocked gently, and after a brief moment, Mia’s mother called out, "Come in." He pushed open the door and found Mia's parents, Mr. and Mrs. Leinhart, sitting at a small table. Mrs. Leinhart’s sharp eyes were quick to assess him as he entered. Mr. Leinhart looked more composed, though Logan could see the faint line of tension in his jaw."Logan," Mrs. Leinhart greeted him with a slight nod, her tone formal but not hostile. Logan was used to the tension between them. Since the day he married Mia, her parents had looked down on him, believing he was nothing more than a "broke boy" who wasn’t good enough for their daughter. But Mia had stoo
Logan stood by the window of his office, as the sun slowly went down it was now evening. The weight of his personal life had been weighing down on him recently. He thought of Mia’s coldness, the tension with her family, and the ongoing threat of Caleb Sawyer. But tonight, Logan’s mind was focused on something different. Mike Nelson. A dangerous man who had been finding a way to run away from the wrath of the law for far too long. Logan had known Mike from a distance, aware of his reputation for running illegal casinos and his ruthless business practices. But when he had uncovered something far more horrible. He found out that Mike was abusing his wife, and the thought of it filled him with disgust.He took a deep breath, pushing away the personal issues with Mia and stealing his mind for the task ahead. There was no room for error. Mike wasn’t just a common thug. He had connections, resources, and a reputation for violence that kept many people too afraid to speak up. But Logan
Logan had been through his share of legal battles, but something about this case felt more personal. As he sat in his office, reviewing the case files, his mind kept drifting back to Mike’s wife. She was the key to all of this, the one person who could definitely testify to Mike’s abuse and connect him to the illegal casinos with evidence. Yet, when he had reached out to her, she had been too terrified to even speak. He understood her fear. Mike was a violent man, and his influence ran deep. But Logan also knew that without her testimony, the case would be more difficult to win.Logan picked up his phone and called one of his legal contacts, a sharp attorney named Rachel Marks. Rachel had worked with Logan before on sensitive cases, and she was no stranger to dealing with powerful men like Mike Nelson."Rachel, I need your help," Logan said once she picked up. "Mike Nelson is going to fight this with everything he’s got, and his wife… she’s too scared to testify."There was a pause