It had been years since that day in the university. Years since Jean looked at Logan… overweight, underdressed, and poor… with eyes filled with nothing but disgust. Her rejection still sat heavy in his gut like undigested rage.
And now, she was his wife.
Even if it was only for a year.
No woman, no success, no empire had erased the memory of that rejection. Maybe deep down, he still carried a wound he thought time would heal… but Jean's presence made sure it never closed.
He let out a long breath, reigning in the storm brewing in his chest.
She would learn soon enough… this wasn't the university boy she once rejected. He was no longer the fat loser she could dismiss with a look.
He was Logan Kingsley now… and in this contract, they would both learn what it meant to play with fire.
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