Threads Of Fate

ent of fresh bread and spices filled the air, but he barely noticed-his mind was consumed by only one thought. "Evelyn!" His voice cracked, rough and desperate. "Evelyn!" He c

ut we'll dress like paupers." Jeff groaned. "Fine, but don't do anything reckless." Logan only grinned. The marketplace buzzed with life. Logan, disguised in simple clothes, wandered through the crowd, taking in the sights. After a while, he yawned. "I'm bored and hungry. Let's get some peanuts." He signaled to a peanut seller. When she turned, his brows lifted in surprise. "Wait... aren't you Evelyn?" Jeff asked The girl stiffened. "Shhh." She glanced around as if someone might be watching. Jeff eyed her curiously. "Why are you dressed like a man?" Evelyn ignored him, but Jeff pressed on. "I heard your mistress's family is forcing her into marriage." Evelyn sighed. "Yes... to Carter Enterprises." Jeff chuckled. "I work for Logan's family?" Evelyn hesitated. "Ooh... I even heard that Logan is a psychopath. And completely insane." Logan smirked. "I didn't realize I was so famous." Evelyn shot him an unimpressed glare and turned to sell her peanuts. But Logan, amused by her attitude, blocked her way. "What's with you?" "Mind your business." "Touchy, aren't we?" She scowled. "Move." "Make me." Before she could retort, her gaze flickered over his shoulder, and her expression changed. Fear. Without warning, she bolted. Logan followed her gaze and spotted a well-dressed woman scanning the crowd. Her mistress. Evelyn darted through the streets, weaving between stalls, trying to disappear. Logan raised a brow, watching the chase unfold like a scene from one of his novels. But then, something unexpected happened. Evelyn pushed open a door and slipped inside a dimly lit room. A moment later, realization struck her. She had run straight into Logan's secret house. Her breath caught in her throat. She turned to leave-only for the door to swing open behind her. Logan stepped inside, his eyes locking onto hers. Silence. Then, a slow smirk spread across his face. "Well, well. This just got interesting." Evelyn groaned. "Of all places..." And just like that, the fight started again. Evelyn's gaze lingered on him, studying his expression, the sharp glint of certainty in his eyes. And then, she realized -he was telling the truth. Before she could react, he grabbed her wrist, his grip firm yet controlled. "You must pay for what you did to a billionaire," he murmured, his voice laced with something unreadable. Without another word, he led her away, weaving through the crowd until they reached a secluded spot overlooking the performance from afar. "Why don't we watch it together?" he suggested, a sly smile playing at his lips. "Perhaps then, I'll consider forgiving you." Evelyn's eyes flickered toward the stage, where the actors moved in a world of make-believe