Logan arrived at the Leinhart villa that evening, the weight of his discovery pressing heavily on his mind, as he parked his car and made his way toward the entrance. He had already played out the confrontation in his head a dozen times, but he knew no amount of preparation could predict how Melissa would react. She had always been sly, but tonight he was going to corner her with the truth.As he stepped inside, he was greeted by one of the house staff, who led him to the living room where Melissa was seated, casually sipping tea. She looked up at Logan as he entered, her eyes narrowing slightly, but she kept her composure."Logan," she greeted him coolly. "To what do I owe the pleasure? Mia's not here, so if you're looking for her, I'm afraid you'll have to wait until she returns from her walk with Nella."Logan didn’t waste time with pleasantries. He stood tall, his face unreadable, but his voice firm. "I’m not here for Mia. I’m here for you."Melissa arched an eyebrow, her expres
After he left Melissa, he decided to talk to Lord Leinhart, he wanted to know his grandfather-in-law’s thoughts on if the culprit turned out to be a family member. He had to handle this delicately but remain firm. Lord Leinhart was a man of immense pride, and bringing accusations of treachery within his family was dangerous territory.Lord Leinhart was seated behind his mahogany desk, reading over a set of documents when Logan entered. The older man, with his sharp eyes and silver hair, looked up, his expression unreadable. He set the papers aside, folded his hands on the desk, and gestured for Logan to sit down.“To what do I owe this unexpected visit, Logan?” Lord Leinhart asked in a formal tone, though there was an underlying edge to his words, as if he already knew this conversation wouldn’t be pleasant.Logan sat down, locking eyes with the older man. “I came to talk about Mia’s accident,” he began, getting straight to the point. “I’ve uncovered some information, but before I p
Melissa stood frozen just outside her grandfather’s study, her heart pounding as she listened intently to every word that passed between Lord Leinhart and Logan.Her worst fear was unfolding right before her eyes. Logan had not yet revealed her name, but the conversation was all too clear, he was close to discovering who had caused Mia’s accident, and the noose around her neck was tightening. She strained her ears, careful not to make a sound as her hands gripped the edge of the door frame. The voices from inside were low but distinct. Logan’s deep, commanding tone carried a certainty that sent a chill down her spine."I won’t hold back, not even for family," Logan had said, his voice laced with determination.Lord Leinhart’s response was even more devastating. "If one of my own betrayed this family and harmed Mia, they will be cast out. Disowned. They will lose everything."Disowned. The word echoed in Melissa’s mind, louder than anything else. Her chest tightened, panic taking hol
A few days had passed since Melissa’s sudden disappearance, and the family had noticed her absence, but no one truly realized the gravity of the situation until her mother, Elaine, reached out to Lord Leinhart in a state of panic.Elaine’s voice cracked with desperation as she stood in her father’s private study, her face pale and her eyes red from crying. She clutched a handkerchief in one hand, her fingers trembling as she tried to speak through the tears. “Father... she’s gone. Melissa... she’s been missing for days.”Lord Leinhart looked up from his desk, his face creasing in concern. “Missing? What do you mean, Elaine?”“She left without telling anyone, and I haven’t heard from her since,” Elaine sobbed, her voice breaking with each word. “I thought maybe she needed some time alone, but it’s been days, Father. Days! I’ve tried calling her, but her phone is off. I don’t know where she is, and I’m scared something terrible has happened to her.”Lord Leinhart’s heart sank. Melissa h
Mia sat at her desk in the company office, her fingers tapping lightly on the screen of her phone as she scrolled through folders of files. She was searching for an important document for a meeting, but her attention kept slipping as her thoughts wandered. It had been a few days since she was discharged from the hospital, and although she was physically better, something still felt off.Ever since the accident, her memory had been a haze, with key details of her past life evading her. She had been told about her life, her work, and her relationship with Logan, but there was an invisible wall between her and those memories especially when it came to Logan. Though she had no real memory of who he was to her, something inside her told her he was important. That he was more than just her protector, her supposed husband. And yet, her mind wouldn’t let her fully embrace that truth.Sighing, Mia opened her phone gallery, hoping to find the files she needed tucked between the clutter of pic
When Mia finally stirred, the room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a nearby lamp. She blinked, her eyes adjusting to the darkness as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. She was home, her own bed, the familiar scent of the room, and the quiet hum of the city beyond the window. Slowly, she turned her head, and her gaze fell on Logan.He was beside her, slumped over the edge of the bed, his head resting on the mattress. Even in sleep, his face was tense, as if he had been carrying a burden too heavy for one man alone. His brows were furrowed, his breathing steady but deep, and Mia could tell just how exhausted he was.Her heart clenched as she watched him. There had always been something about Logan that had drawn her in, even before she could fully remember who he was. Now, though, things were different. In the haze of her dreams, fragments of their past had begun to come back to her, flashes of laughter, quiet moments together, the warmth of his arms around her. And then,
The morning sun was just beginning to filter through the blinds when Logan’s phone buzzed on the nightstand, pulling him from the warmth of sleep. He blinked against the brightness, disoriented for a moment before the familiar weight of responsibility settled over him. Mia was still sleeping soundly beside him, her head resting against his chest, her fingers lightly gripping his shirt as if afraid to let go even in her dreams.Logan reached for his phone, careful not to disturb her. Sam’s name flashed on the screen, and with a sigh, he swiped to answer.“Sam,” Logan whispered, his voice still heavy with sleep. “What is it?”On the other end, Sam’s voice was crisp and clear, as if he had been up for hours. “Sorry to wake you, boss, but I thought you’d want to hear this. Melissa’s been found.”Logan’s breath caught, and he slowly disentangled himself from Mia, making sure she stayed asleep. He quietly slid out of bed and stepped into the hallway, closing the door behind him.“Where?”
After Logan dropped the call with Lord Leinhart, he let out a long, slow breath.The weight of the conversation lingered heavily in his mind. Finding Melissa was only part of the battle, and now the hardest part getting the truth out, was yet to come. His thoughts were a storm of complications, plans, and strategies. As his mind churned, a soft voice broke through the haze."Logan?"He turned to see Mia sitting up in bed, her eyes studying him carefully, the early morning light casting soft shadows across her face. She looked more like herself today, her cheeks a little less pale, her gaze sharp with the curiosity that had always defined her. But there was also concern."How are you feeling?" Logan asked, walking over to her, trying to shake off the tension from the phone call.Mia smiled faintly. "I'm fine. You worry too much," she teased, but there was something behind her words. Her gaze was more penetrating, more observant. Logan sat on the edge of the bed, brushing a strand of