AN'

in my head. What was she thinking? That would she would esc

amily suffer for years, and finally,

ersonal life and found out she's not working in her father's company;

e did not think twice before agreeing to my condition to get her

my mother's mansion. What kind of mother refused to show up on her son's wed

then stepped out. Cedar, her personal assistant voice

f me. A photo shoot was going on, with my mother at the center of the li

r curves, showcasing her porcelain skin. Her expression was domineering. I sometimes wondered if she was really

tool up in the air, and then I finally understood why

aw me. "Good evening, Mr. Logan."

, and I watched them exit the living r

her off. I called her by her name; she hated being addressed as

on the table. She gulped down some of the content, t

iful?" she asked, earnin

erson today; you would have seen one if you

es, her expression dar

elf entangled with the Alfred family. A

her warnings fal

ng my brows. The first time I met him, I was expecting him to speak to me about th

u were ten years old. He can't recognize you; he's only devilish; he is not smart. Even if he is, he wouldn't have recognized a boy he

o get away with it because of her constant plastic surgery. I tend to forget she

of my nose; I don't like it. I want to change it." She explained, and I sighed. I'm not sur

u did not do anything illegal to get a su

of her wine. "I don't have a passion for

ld operate your eyes too. It's not sexy anym

kind of son are you! Logan!" Ignoring Beatri

y car before

properly, I stepped out, gliding into the mansion. As I entered, N

owed, and I nodded, uninterest

nally reported. I stared blankly at her; the

lutching her legs together, suffering greatly from stomachache, di

our gazes met; she wasn't covering her face. I moved closer to her, sitting on the edge of the bed. my expression unreadable but distant. I stared at her, and then I noticed her lips shaking; s

ed, and she nodded; her

e heck answers an intentional question? Didn't she notice I was mocki

of excitement in my eyes as I

am in pain?" She as

look beautiful like this. Don't ever overcome

y needed from her, a devastated exp

er trembling form. A wicked smirk curled on my lips. "Tell me, Amaya, how can I

ind swirling with another devilish plot to