Marry The Billionaire Again

Michelle glared daggers at Logan’s mother, who was shaking so hard with rage you could see it. “Michelle, I thought I treated you right—how can you be so cold-hearted?”

“So here’s my advice: keep your son the hell away from me. Or one of these days, I might actually hurt him.” Michelle’s stare cut straight through her, sharp enough to leave Logan’s mother squirming.

She was totally caught off guard—this wasn’t the soft, sweet Michelle she knew. “Don’t you forget who helped your family when they had nothing…”

Before she could even finish her sentence, Michelle stepped forward, backing her right into the wall, trapped.

Logan’s mother went bone white with fear. “Wha—what do you think you’re doing?”

Michelle studied her for a long beat, then huffed out a cold, bitter laugh. “Don’t forget what me being around does for your son. Not unless you’re positive Logan won’t have one of his episodes without me.”

“You!” Furious, Logan’s mother lifted her hand to slap Michelle across the face.

Michelle caught her wrist mid-swing and glared harder. “Mrs. Harris, what goes around comes around, remember? You know exactly what the Harris family did to mine.”

“What are you talking about?” Fear flickered in her eyes—and Michelle didn’t miss it for a second.

Michelle snorted, wrenched her hand free, and walked straight out of the hospital room.

After she claimed her grandmother’s body and arranged the funeral, Michelle was just turning to leave when Logan stepped right in front of her, blocking her path.

His face was stony cold, and the ice in his gaze was enough to make anyone’s blood run cold.

Michelle held his stare for a second, then looked away and tried to step around him.

But the second she moved, his hand wrapped around her throat and he wrenched her roughly against his chest.

“You heartless bitch! You ran someone over with your car!” Logan snarled the accusation right in her face.

Michelle’s brow furrowed, she gasped for air, and finally forced the words out: “I have no idea what the hell you’re talking about. Let me go!”

“No idea? The driver already spilled everything. Why the hell are you lying?” Logan’s grip tightened, like he was fully prepared to choke the life out of her right there.

Sensing she was actually in danger, Michelle drove her knee hard into his groin, fast as lightning.

“Fuck!” Logan grunted in agony and shoved her hard away from him.

Michelle didn’t stop for anything—she just ran as fast as she could.

“Don’t let her escape!” His icy voice barked the order, and four big men grabbed her before she could get far.

“Logan, you brute! Let me go!” Michelle fought and struggled, but they threw her into the back of a car before she could break free.

She barely had time to adjust to the seat before Logan climbed in after her, nodding at the driver to floor it.

As the car sped down the highway, Michelle fought the roil of nausea in her stomach and shot a furious glare at the man sitting next to her. Her lips parted to speak, but before a single word could come out, Logan’s phone rang.

“Mr. Harris? Your mother just woke up.”

Logan froze for a beat, then ended the call. He glanced over at Michelle, his voice ice cold. “You got lucky this time. But this isn’t over.”

Michelle stayed silent. She already knew Logan had never trusted her, not once.

Soon they pulled back up to the hospital. The police called him away, so he didn’t go with Michelle to see his mother.

To stop her from running, he left a couple men posted outside to watch her.

When Michelle walked into the room, only Josephine was sitting by the bed. Logan’s mother lay there, eyes closed, still unconscious.

A cold dread washed over Michelle when she saw Josephine’s lips curl into that wicked, knowing smile.

Everything clicked into place. Michelle rounded on her, voice sharp with anger. “You did this. This was all your doing!”