The Day My Love For Him Died

an Star, a priceless family heirloom promised

eclaration. Isabella was pregnant with h

s to be moved from our master suite to a smaller wing

nable" for the sake of the family legacy. He had

I was just a placeholder, easily discarded for a more "fertile" op

ploded in a fiery wreck at sea, with the world believing I was dead, my father received a single tex

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to me, his wife, but to his widowed sister-in-law, in front of eve

ce our engagement. Now, it glittered against Isabella' s pale throat, mocking me. It wasn't just jew

he Logan family, but it had also, I now realized, set something dark into motion. Jensen, the younger son, suddenly foun

her eldest son was quickly overshadowed by a singular, chilling obsession: the Logan bloodli

rp shards of glass. "She carries the legacy. We need an heir. A L

d held my hands, his touch almost pleading. "Harper, it's transactional. A duty. My heart, my

eady cracking. I' d wanted to belie

s phone calls, once open and frequent, became guarded. His touch, once eager, turned hesitant, then almost clinical. He' d sta

n like a bomb. Cecily had beamed, triumph etched into every line of her face. Jensen had looked stunned, then

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ty. "Oh, Cecily. Jensen. I can' t possibly accept this. It' s too much. It belongs to Harper."

lla's. "Nonsense, dear Isabella. You are carrying the future of our family. This is where it belongs now. A s

He wouldn't meet my eyes. The room, filled with hushed gues

und me in the darkened library. The air was thick with the scent of

voice barely a whisper

at, devoid of emotion. "Sh

d up, his eyes

ing him. "She smells like your cologne

per, you don't understand. She's fragile. She

ll unnervingly calm. "Because she's fragile?" My stomach chur

et you another one, Harper. A custom piece. Anyt

ouch. "It's not about

rustration. "This is for the family. For the legacy. You und

an wife secures the bloodline, Harper. You haven't managed even that." She had smiled faintly at Isa

culating light, "after the child is born, we can arrange for you to... officiall

? Cecily had then clucked her tongue. "You truly lack the sophisti

eving in him when his own family saw him as less than his brother. I had poured my

ike a burning brand on my own skin. It was more tha

ion. A deep, quiet resolve settled over me. "Very well, Jensen,"

by my sudden complia

ith a sneer. "See, Jensen? I told you. A little pressure,

onfirm my defeat. But they only solidifie