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
As Mia sat behind the wheel, ready to drive off, Logan’s voice called out, halting her just before she could start the car."Mia, wait," he said, his tone filled with urgency.She turned to face him, her eyes narrowing slightly as she saw the seriousness in his expression. Logan rarely hesitated, and when he did, she knew it was because something weighed heavily on him. Her heart began to race as she stepped out of the car, moving closer to where Logan stood."What is it, Logan?" she asked, her voice softer now. She could feel the tension in the air, the unspoken words he had been holding back for too long.Logan rubbed his hand across the back of his neck, a habit he had when he was stressed. He looked into her eyes, searching for the right way to tell her the truth. The truth that he knew would hurt her deeply.“I didn’t want to tell you until I was absolutely sure,” he began, his voice low and steady. “But I think you need to know. This involves someone close to you… someone who
Logan stepped into the grand hall of the Leinhart Villa. Beside him, Sam and his team followed closely, their expressions equally serious. They had Melissa in custody now, with undeniable evidence that she had been behind Mia’s accident, and the gravity of the situation weighed heavily on them all.The Leinhart family, known for its stoic traditions and guarded emotions, had been called together at Logan's request. Every member was gathered in the ornate living room, waiting for answers. Whispers echoed through the room as they looked at each other with curiosity and suspicion, trying to comprehend why they had been summoned. Logan could see the tension simmerin. As he and his team entered with Melissa in tow, the whispers grew louder, through the room. Melissa's hands were bound, and her head was bowed in shame, though there was still a defiance in her posture, as if she couldn’t fully accept the consequences of her actions. Her usual arrogance was gone, replaced with a cold resig
When Mia finally arrived back at the Leinart Villa, the air was tense with an unspoken weight of anticipation. She had been discharged from the hospital earlier in the day, and though her memory had returned, the emotional toll of everything that had happened still weighed heavily on her. As soon as she stepped through the grand entrance, Lord Leinhart was waiting for her in the foyer, his expression serious, his eyes filled with uncharacteristic concern. Mia could sense that this was not just a simple family matter. This was about Melissa. And what came next.“Mia,” Lord Leinhart said as she walked in. “I need to speak with you about something very important.”Mia paused, feeling the gravity of his tone. She nodded and followed him into the drawing room, where the tension in the house seemed even more palpable. Maliya, her mother, stood nearby, wringing her hands anxiously.\ A few other members of the family were present, their faces drawn with worry and curiosity. But the room fe
After Melissa was taken into police custody, the weight of the situation seemed to settle on the Leinhart Villa. The family was still in shock, and the air of betrayal hung thick. Lord Leinhart refused to face Melissa again, and her mother was devastated by her daughter’s actions. Logan, however, was already moving on to the next matter at hand.When Logan and his men returned to his base, the adrenaline from confronting Melissa began to fade. He realized there was still much left unresolved. They had just resolved Mia’s accident, but something else had been bothering Logan for weeks,his own amnesia. It didn’t make sense that he couldn’t remember vital details about his past or how he’d been manipulated.Logan sat down at the head of the large conference table, his face stern and focused. His men gathered around him, Sam by his side as usual, ready to give updates. There was no rest when it came to protecting those he loved, and Mia’s safety was only one part of the puzzle.“Sam,” Lo
Logan's men had been working tirelessly ever since Yuki confirmed the involvement of the higher-ups in Logan’s memory loss. Sam had led the team to dig deeper, carefully tracing every lead, every shadowy connection. They knew it would be a dangerous game. They were going up against powerful people who had no qualms about breaking the law to protect their interests. But Logan was never one to back down, not when everything that mattered to him was at stake.A week after the confrontation with Melissa, Sam burst into Logan’s office at their base, a folder clutched tightly in his hand.“We’ve got it,” Sam said, breathless, his eyes alight with a grim sense of victory. “We’ve found more evidence that ties members of the panel to your memory loss.”Logan, who had been reviewing other intelligence reports at his desk, looked up sharply. “What have you found?”Sam handed him the folder, his voice steady despite the gravity of the situation. “We dug deeper into the origins of the drug they