Logan's POV.
I couldn't have imagined that the prom night would be one hell of a ride for me.
I felt her words clinging to me and throughout the prom night, I kept wondering what must have prompted her to say such.
But then, I could think of it much as different desperate journalists had taken upon themselves to ruin the Bohen's family. Maybe, I'm truly the beast she sees.
Her words still rang in my head like it was reoccurring again physically.
"Good morning, young master." Othello greeted me as he walked into my room. "How do you feel now?" He questioned as he opened the curtains as the sun blinded my eyes for a while.
I yawned as I stretched my body. "What is the time?" I squinted my eyes to see the time on my alarm clock but before I could see it, Othello had echoed it out lou
