LOGAN BLACKSTONE
"I'm not faking anything, and you don't even know me," she replied, her voice steady but defiant.
I couldn't help but smile at her. "I'm not stupid, Scarlett. You already know why I married you, so play your part as a good wife," I said, my tone cold and commanding.
Her mouth fell open in shock, but I didn't care. I saw the fire flash in her eyes, but it was only a flicker.
"You had your lips glued to my sister, and now you want me to be a good wife?" she asked, her voice shaking with anger.
I arched an eyebrow. So she had seen that little encounter, but it didn't matter to me. "If you had stayed and looked at what happened next, you would have known that I pushed her away. But that doesn't change the fact that you are now married to me, and—"
She cut me off sharply
