"You think you can stop me?" Logan's voice was low and venomous, a threat wrapped in every word.
Aria stood in the grand hallway of Blackwood Enterprises, her back straight, her gaze unwavering. Every inch of her screamed defiance, though her heart raced like a caged animal. Logan's smirk was all too familiar, a haunting reminder of her past life—the version of herself she had vowed never to become again.
She swallowed hard, pushing back the memories, pushing back the fear that always accompanied Logan's presence. Her fists clenched at her sides. She would not let him control her. Not anymore.
"You're wasting your time," she said, her voice steady despite the storm of emotions churning inside her. "This isn't what you think it is, Logan."
He stepped closer, his breath hot against her ear as he spoke. "You still don't get it, do you? You belong to me, Aria. You always will."
Your gift is the motivation for my creation. Give me more motivation!