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. “What’s happening?” Jessie asked as she saw the terror in my eyes. I jerked up. “Logan knew me before our first meeting at the wedding.” Her eyes widened as she approached me. “What do you mean?” I picked up the diary from the bed and showed her what I had just read. “Remember when you said something that must have triggered my memory at the restaurant? And I said Logan was the only new thing in my life.” “And I said Logan didn’t strike me as someone who knew you,” Jessie said, sinking into a chair. “Then why is he acting like he’s never met you?” She took a deep breath. “Don’t you think we’re jumping to conclusions here? There are thousands of Logans out there.” “Yeah, and they all happen to have the same dark hair and green eyes?” I retorted, still pacing around the room. “There are more than seven billion people in the world,” Jessie justified. As expected, Jessie was always trying to be logical. Out of frustration, I let out a grunt. “Then explain why my memories started coming back after meeting Logan.” “They have the same eyes and the same name—that’s enough to trigger it,” Jessie explained. “You know what? Let’s go out there and ask him.” “What? Do you think he’s just going to say yes? If he’s been pretending not to know me, do you think he’ll just admit it?” “The goal is to see his reaction,” Jessie stated. She was right; if I asked the question now, it would throw him off balance. With every step that brought me closer to the living room, nervousness tightened its grip on my throat. Logan stood up as I entered the sitting room. “Here.” He handed me purple roses. “Thank you.” I forced a smile, trying to mask my discomfort. “How are you feeling?” He asked, moving forward to take my hand in his. “I have something to ask you.” My stomach clenched as heat coursed through my body. “Did you know me before the wedding?” Logan stepped back, losing his grip on my hands. “What do you mean?” he asked, quickly regaining his composure. But it was already too late. I had my answer—he was the one from my diary. “Were we neighbors in Warwick?” “Of course not.” He gave me a dismissive laugh. I glanced over at Jessie, who was mouthing that he was hiding something. I turned back to him. “Never mind. My mind has just been a mess.” Logan smiled and settled back into his seat. “Well, I have to finish making breakfast,” Jessie said, retreating to the kitchen. “You look beautiful with your new hairstyle,” he commented, flashing his charming smile. This was the moment I would have blushed—if I didn’t know who he really was. “Have you thought about my proposal?” he asked. “What proposal?” “The one I mentioned at the bar,” Logan replied. A chill ran down my spine as I remembered what he was talking about—when he told me to use him any way I wanted. He had a hidden agenda, and I needed to find out what he really wanted from me. I stared at his face as he kept smiling—a smile that once sent a warm glow through me and is now sending shivers down my spine. “Detectives are here, Ari,” Jessie said, pointing towards the two men. “Good day. I’m Mr. Johnson, and this is my partner, Mrs. Thorne,” he said, flashing his ID card as they both settled on the sofa across from me. “Good day,” I replied. “We have a few questions for you,” Mr. Johnson began. “Well, before the cops arrived, the assailant had already escaped,” he continued. My eyes widened. Panic surged through me at the thought that the man who had almost killed me was still out there. “Don’t worry, Ms. Smith, we’ll find him,” Mrs. Thorne reassured me. “I thought you knocked him out cold.” I turned to Logan. “I did,” Logan said. “But I had to rush you to the hospital. After calling the cops, I left.” “So, you’re the one who called the cops?” Mr. Johnson asked. Logan nodded. “Did the assailant say anything during the attack?” Mr. Johnson questioned. “Not at all,” I replied. “Where in the house did the assailant attack you?” Mr. Johnson continued his interrogation. “In the kitchen and the living room,” I answered. “We found strands of your hair in your room. Did the assailant do that?” I swallowed hard, glancing at Jessie, who leaned against the wall behind the detectives, and then at Logan, who looked uncomfortable. “Ms. Smith?” Mr. Johnson prompted. “Yes,” I mumbled, cracking my fingers. “And the shards of broken bottles?” he asked. “Yes, the assailant did that,” I said, unable to admit that I had done it myself—not with Jessie here. “How did it happen?” Mrs. Thorne asked. “Well, it happened so fast,” I said, clutching my gown. I quickly released my grip when I noticed Mr. Johnson staring at me. “How did the assailant gain entry into your home?” Mr. Johnson asked. Without thinking, I blurted out, “I opened the door.” “So you opened the door for a stranger?” Mr. Johnson pressed. “N-No,” I stammered. “I mean yes.” “Ms. Smith, do you know the assailant?” Mrs. Thorne asked, bluntly. “Mr. Logan said he was the one who called the cops and found you unconscious. Are you trying to protect the assailant?” Mr. Johnson asked. Swallowing hard, I glanced at Jessie again, confusion spelt across her face, then turned to Logan, who was fidgeting and tapping his fingers on his knee. My eyes widened at their deduction. “I came back from my hometown and was just too tired. Not many people know where I live, so when I heard the knock, I thought it was someone I knew,” I stuttered. “I don’t know the assailant.” “I need to return to work,” Logan said abruptly, getting up and leaving the house without waiting for a reply. “Do you have any recent conflicts or issues with anyone that might relate to this incident?” Mr. Johnson asked. The only person I could think of was Lucy, but she had been happy with Damon and had no reason to attack me. “No, I haven’t,” I replied, watching him scribble my answers. “Do you have any idea why this might have happened or any potential motives?” he asked. I shook my head. “Is there anything else you remember or think is important for us to know?” he asked. I racked my brain for any important details but couldn’t think of any. “No,” I replied. “That will be all,” Mr. Johnson said as he and his partner rose to their feet. “Oh, yes. I went back to my hometown, Warwick. But I have amnesia, so I can’t remember if I had enemies there,” I added. “Did you meet anyone there?” Mr. Johnson asked. “No, I just went to collect a personal item,” I said. Mr. Johnson nodded and left the apartment. Finally, I could breathe. I didn’t know why, but I just couldn’t mention Tony. “Was it Damon who assaulted you?” Jessie asked, her voice cutting through me, a frown etched across her face. “Of course not. Damon would never do that,” I shot back. Damon would never hurt me—at least not physically. “But are you sure you don’t know the assailant?” Jessie pressed. “Of course not,” I said, rolling my eyes. “You and Logan were acting suspiciously like you were hiding something,” Jessie remarked. “Of course not. I’m not hiding anything,” I said, cracking my fingers again. “Speaking of Logan, did you notice how he pulled back when I asked?” I quickly changed the topic. “I did,” she said, leaning in, her voice lowering. “He’s definitely hiding something.” “How can I find out what he’s hiding?” I asked, my mind racing for a way to squeeze the truth out of him. “By taking the bait without swallowing it,” Jessie replied. I stared at her, my face contorted in confusion. “Give him what he wants,” she suggested. “Date him and see what he asks of you. That’s what he wants from you,” Jessie added. She was right. As long as he didn’t know that I knew his true intentions, he would think I had fallen for his bait. Meanwhile, he would be the one falling for mine.Lucy pov.I walked into the dining room. The smell of pancakes and orange juice greeted my nose, causing my stomach to rumble. But that wasn’t the only thing I could smell—I could smell pretense.I saw Damon sitting on the table, checking his business stock on his tablet.“Good morning, Love.” I leaned over from behind, caressing his chest, before settling in the seat nearest to him.“Good morning, Love.” He greeted me back without taking his gaze off his tab.I bit my lips as I traced his thighs with my foot, sliding upto his dick beneath his suit trousers.“It’s too early for this.” He replied, his eyes still glued to his tablet.I did it again, accidentally knocking over a glass of juice. The liquid spilled across the table and onto his suit.Damon turned, anger flashing in his amber eyes. "Happy now?" He tried to dab the stain, but it was no use."Well, if you had paid attention to me, this wouldn't have happened." I took the napkin from him, and instead of cleaning the table, I
Toy ..I strode down to the living room, basking in the freshness that comes from taking a shower after a long day at work, holding my diary and a cup of juice. If I’m going to read about my sad past, it’s best to have a cold drink to freeze the pain.I settled on the couch, noting that the monotone furnishing of Jessie’s house was still an eyesore. As I opened my diary, the system buzzed, and Jessie walked in.“Ooooh gosh,” Jessie grunted as she crashed into the sofa.“How’s the planning going?” I asked, sipping from my juice.“Mrs. Brown is the most annoying client I’ve ever had.” Jessie leaned forward. “She doesn’t know what she wants. One moment it’s red roses, the next it’s white lilies,” she rushed, gesticulating with her hands.She suddenly stopped complaining and picked up her phone as it pinged.I chuckled. “What’s that?” I asked, noticing the smile stamped on her face while she stared at her phone.“It’s Zach.” Jessie smiled.My eyes flew wide open. “Wait, Zach? Damon’s Za
The toy..“Jessie!” I called out as I spotted her standing outside the meeting room. The meeting must be over.“You’re late, but I covered for you,” Jessie said.She had left the house before me because she had a project to present.“My car broke down,” I explained. “Thanks so much. What would I do without you?” I smiled, linking my arm with hers as we walked back to our office.As we settled into our seats, which were right next to each other, Jessie’s gaze fell on my bracelet.“Wow, you decided to wear it?” she smiled, drawing a file from her drawer. “I tried to find where you could get it, but it turns out it’s custom-made.” She picked up my arm. “This beauty is one of a kind.”“And it looks so expensive,” I remarked, staring at it intensely.“Hmmm.” She nodded. “And if Logan reacts, it means he’s the one who got it for me,” I added.“I doubt a bartender could afford such a bracelet,” Jessie replied without taking her eyes off her computer.I had been hoping it was from Logan, but
The CEO.."Where did you get this?" Her eyes widened as if she had just seen a ghost. I pulled her closer by the hands, closing the space between us. Her beautiful doe eyes stared into mine, wide and questioning."You gave me the bracelet?" she asked, taking a few steps back.I had given it to Ariel as a gift—a customized piece that was one of a kind. I couldn't fathom how a bracelet that had been with me ended up on Binky's wrist. "If I had given it to you, would I be asking that question?" I replied, my tone harsh. Her eyes reflected fear. "Binky," I said, trying to ease her tension with a smile. "I made it for a friend, but it was stolen." I couldn't bring myself to tell her I had made it for her sister. I hadn’t even mentioned that I knew Ariel, let alone that we had dated. Ariel had said she and her sister were close, but Aria had told me they were never on good terms. I was too excited and happy to see that face to bring up the past."Stolen? Are you kidding me?" She instan
The toy.I slipped into my car, still tingling from his touch—powerful and unforgettable. I could already feel the wetness between my legs. Recalling his fingers tracing my skin, and when his hand brushed my pussy, my body shuddered in pleasure. I subconsciously shut my eyes and tilted my head backwards, savoring the fleeting bliss I had just experienced. My eyes popped open, his voice echoed in my mind, "Now we're even." I scoffed, knowing he sought retaliation. Running my hands through my hair, I grabbed my phone.Me: You might have won the battle, but I’m winning the war.He should enjoy his little victory, cause he’d be the next person left speechless and begging for more. I couldn’t shake off the pleasurable electric thrill coursing through my body, flushing my cheeks. His touch on me like that-it was a first. My phone pinged.Damon: Let’s see how you pull that off.His confidence always amazed me."Did he charm me?" I muttered, chewing my nails.I couldn't understand why
The toy . . “The Logan in your diary is Tony’s older brother.” Jessie giggled hard on the couch, clutching her stomach. “I was right,” we said in unison as I rolled my eyes. I had expected as much from her. “But how could someone have the same features and the same name?” I wrinkled my brows. “You should start listening to me more,” she said amidst her laughter. Her laugh was beginning to grate on my nerves. I was in deep trouble. The only reason I agreed to date Logan was because I suspected him of being the one from the diary and the one who gave me the bracelet—but he was neither. “But why did he react the way he did?” I questioned. “His reaction misled me.” Jessie shrugged. “How do I get out of this mess?” I wondered, sinking my chin into my palm. Jessie stopped laughing and sat up straight. “Just tell him you don’t want the relationship anymore. You’ve changed your mind.” I furrowed my brows. There’s no way I can bring myself to do that, especially after spen
The CEO . . As I walked into Tinkle Jewel Company, clutching the jewelry box in my hands, my presence commanded immediate attention, drawing eyes—especially those of women—with every stride. Ignoring their flirtatious stares, each one begging for attention, I was intent on cracking the mystery of the bracelets. My mind was consumed with two questions: was the other bracelet a convincing fake? And if not, who had purchased one exactly like Ariel’s and why? Each possibility sent a chill down my spine. One of the female employees unbuttoned her blouse to reveal her cleavage, letting her hair fall over her shoulders before trailing behind me. “Good morning, Mr. Wesley,” she greeted, a broad smile playing on her heavily painted red lips. “How can we assist you today?” I turned to her and stared blankly, trying to recall her name. I had seen her many times, and she had introduced herself repeatedly. It's hard to remember her name with that heavy red lipstick on her lips constant
The toy...Quickly, I straightened my posture, regaining composure. “I have no idea what you are talking about.”Damon couldn’t have told her, and aside from Damon and Jessie, no one knew about the contract. She giggled, leaning her back against the car. "You'll have to do better if you're going to feign ignorance," she stated. "Just to show you how much I know, you're also running around with another man. What's his name again?" She waved her index finger in the air, struggling to recall. "Logan, isn't it? The bartender, yeah."A chill I had never experienced before traversed down my spine, and goosebumps emerged on my skin. How the hell did she find out about this?“I do like the idea that you have fallen out of love with Damon, but the contract is binding you.” She opened the car, brought a large brown envelope, and handed it to me. “I came here with a proposal.”I flinched at her words—falling out of love with Damon like that was even possible.My chest hitched as I opened it.