Chapter 2
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Stop it right there! Logan caught her short while he stomped his clenched fist on the table, his face painted with rage and fury.
Sophia's challenging expression melted into fear as her hand trembled and she swallowed hard.
If you think marrying the richest self-made billionaire will bring you happiness, you're mistaken. I don't know you, and I don't care to know you. This is strictly business!!.
Also, I never asked your father for your hand in marriage.
If you should be the last woman on earth I will live my whole life jerking off to my very own picture rather than having anything to do with you.
With both fists tightly clenched and rooted on the table he stood leaning onto Sophia and his huge figure hovered over her petite body.
This is just business and you are just an object used by your father to protect his interests, Get that screwed into your skull ok !!?.
Sophia swallowed hard and her hand trembled, while a cold sensation of fear washed over her.
Ok, sir, she was surprised as the words came out of her mouth, she didn't initiate it she thought to herself, Her subconscious self must have been so scared by Logan's fierce response.
Good, Logan replied as he continued his meal as if nothing happened.
Am sorry it was an urgent one I can't ignore, Jonathan apologies as he walks into the dining area,
Are you two getting along well? He asked as he could notice the tense environment.
Everything was fine, Logan and I were just having a little discussion, Sophia replied to her father.
Oh that's great, I just got off a call with an event planner I sourced for, Your wedding will be in 6 months and you are moving in with Logan tomorrow, it will be much better if you two live together before the wedding so you can get to know each other well, Jonathan said feeling elated with his arrangements.
Logan dropped his cutlery loudly and gave Jonathan a wrecking look.
Jonathan simply smiled back and poured down a cup of wine into his throat.
Sophia's face went pale, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest, she grabbed the tablecloth and she blinked rapidly trying to comprehend what she just heard.
Now she has millions of questions she wants to ask her father but she maintains a polite and prim smile in front of her husband - to be her father.
The dinner ended and Logan left without a word to Sophia or her dad.
What the hell is all this about father?
Are you out of your mind? Watch how you talk to me OK!?
Am sorry but father you can't just give me off like I am some piece of art, am your daughter you can't do this to me please, Sophia pleaded to her dad while dropping to her knees and holding on to his feet.
Sophia, this is not just about you, it's about everyone and your mom, Logan and I have agreed to it already and the wedding date is set in stone, it's a done deal Sophia and nothing can make me change or stop it.
Sophia knew it was pointless arguing with Jonathan, His will is law which no one can edit or falter, and he doesn't care no matter who is hurt or affected, all he cares about is getting what he wants done.
I hate you!
Sophia said as she rushed to her room amidst tears.
Hate me all you want darling, I am doing this for you and you will thank me for it later, Jonathan's voice followed her as she rushed up the stairs to her room.
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Logan stepped into his car, he inhaled deeply trying to calm his racing thoughts. He exhaled back with his mouth pouted, He then pulled out his phone to call Philip, his most trusted ally and secret investigator.
Hello Philip?
Hey, how are you doing, congratulations on your newfound love, and thanks for letting me know about your wedding from the media.
What!, it's on the news.
Don't ask me silly questions Logan, I am mad at you right now.
Please let's talk about this later but for now please I need your help, I need all the information about Jonathan Walker and his daughter Sophia Walker, seriousness and grit dominated his tone.
Really?, is that not your Wife and Father in law?
Am not married yet so he's not my in-law yet ok !?.
Don't tell me this was arranged Logan!, Philip asked surprise, shock, and query well laid in his tone
Don't ask me questions and do what I asked you to do, Logan ended the call with his blood boiling while he pants furiously.
The fully air-conditioned Rolls-Royce suddenly feels like the Sahara, and it feels stuffy. He quickly loosens his tie and winds down the tinted glass to let in fresh air.
Moments of how Jonathan came to his office that morning flashed back to his memory.
He was busy attending to some important documents, and he strictly warned his secretary to not let anyone in as he didn't want any distractions during his work hours.
The door flung open, and Jonathan walked in confidently with a naughty predatory smirk big on his round face.
I tried my best to stop him from barging in, telling him you asked not to be disturbed.
He didn't listen to me and pushed me out of the way sir, His secretary explained to Logan to safeguard her job and let her boss know she did her best to stop the defiant intruder.
Jonathan paid no attention to her accusations but went directly to the seat across Logan, he took a seat and settled in comfortably.
You can leave now, Logan told the secretary.
Good morning Mr Logan Kratos, He said with a smile dipped in mock sauce.
What's all these drama and barbaric acts of barging into where you are not invited to? Besides I don't remember having an appointment with you. What brought you here and what gave you the guts? Logan asked as his anger built up.
Am sorry for….
It's too late to be sorry old man, Logan cut him short sharply, Rage and Irritation dominate his tone
This will be the saddest day of your life and I hope you can tell the tale about today to your grandkids because it may be your last. First of all, what do you want and why are you here??!! Logan growled.
I hope you don't regret your words because I came here to blackmail you and I have..
full evidence against you. I am sure you know what I'm talking about. Jonathan gave a Sly smile as he…
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