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Chapter 4

Word Count: 1078    |    Released on: 13/06/2025

for Logan to throw her a small "welcome hom

se, an order fo

't want people to talk," Logan h

e a mask of poli

ething, but I ke

l swing when I arriv

, fetching her drinks, la

saw every att

reaction.

whisper. "He's so devoted to C

rved him anyway

ut me. Now, they were

er, the glass c

ular: enduring th

e chattering crowd, ne

was cool, a welcome reli

silver path acro

g the vi

arp and unwelcome

ds me, a triumphant

moving in together permanently. He sa

gned to wound, to m

t her, my expre

ng your place," she continued,

never have him back. That

provoke me, to get

ould have cri

imply turned

y, Chlo

oved m

pping on the slick gras

y system as I plunge

breath. Panic flare

on me, pulling me up, dr

ga

a terror I hadn't seen in them befor

d, a wild, imposs

are? Tru

n the bank, h

you doing? She

ed with disbelief that he

s about his control, his narrative. He couldn't let

red, the concern vanis

his expression hardening ba

he said, his voice harsh.

ope died, replaced by

still p

shivering, water streamin

trembling fi

ed to dr

be silent

iately burs

an! She slipped! She's just try

rmance wa

ice," I said, my voi

my phone in my

attempt

t, grabbing my wrist

ridiculo

was low,

ent. Chloe would

the phone

otecting

lake, Logan!" I cried, outr

! How can yo

over his wife, even when

!" he t

ere like c

he guest suite to calm down. And you'

of his security guy

ke

abbed m

" I struggled, but

d it! You know s

hed, his fac

claw at me as they dragged me towards the main house, towa

e into the sm

ock c

ss. Si

t like they w

ath hi

d suffocating,

ry sur

loset as a child by

or, the same

tened. I coul

r, screaming his nam

ne c

maybe minutes.

food, water.

the satisfaction of

ead throbbed from t

t, though ba

suffer. He wan

uldn'

the doo

houetted against the l

le, untouched by t

is voice devoid of emotion. "Are y

exhausted,

met hi

, my voice hoarse.

le, a brittle,

u win. Just let me go.

'd broken me. It

ing – unease? doubt

for a secon

curt, satis

oo

avering light of dete

y surrender was a st

ght he

idea how w

o escape his madness,

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