The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

I told Logan about my credit and debit cards. “All of my money is tied up,” I said.

“He really doesn’t waste any time,” Logan grumbled. “We need to get you back here as soon as possible. There’s no telling what other tricks he might try to pull

“I’m not sure what to do. I have maybe five dollars in quarters at home…”

“Go to my foster parents,” Logan said. “Stay on the line, I’m going to put you on hold while I call them.”

“Okay.”

At least now, I had a heading. Putting the car in reverse, I pulled out of the parking lot and drove toward the Christopher’s. For most of the trip, Logan had me put on hold.

When he came back, he said, “It’s all set. They are going to get you some gas,”

“This is so embarrassing.” I admitted.

“It isn’t your fault, and no one is judging you. My foster parents know better than most how terrible my grandfather is.” Logan exhaled. “Hazel, I can’t tell you how sorry I am…”

“Don’t,” I told him. “We are fighting a war here against a very powerful man, but I wouldn’t change it, Logan. I wouldn’t change a thing. We’re in this, but we’re here together.”

“I’m glad to hear you say so,” Logan said, relief apparent in his voice. “How close are you?”

“Almost there,” I said.

When I pulled into the Christopher’s driveway, Frank was already there, heading toward my car.

“I’m here.”

“Dad will take you to the gas station,” Logan said. “Don’t worry, I’m going to pay him back whether he

wants me to or not.”

Frank opened the door.

“Text me when you are packing.” Logan said. “I’ll call you when I can.”

I didn’t like the sound of that. “What will you be doing?”

Logan stormed down the hallway the office Grandfather kept downtown. A high rise, it only contained one office at the end of a long corridor. He kept it under the ruse of his ‘consulting‘ business, but everyone knew he was only keeping an eye on the company he supposedly passed on

His three assistants each had their own desks along the corridor. Each rose as he stormed through, but other than calling out to him or telling his grandfather was busy, they didn’t try to stop him.

At the office door, Logan knocked first, but didn’t wait for a response before pushing it open and storming Inside.

Grandfather sat behind his massive mahogany desk. Windows circled the entirety of the room, showing. the incredible view of the city beyond.

A product of an older generation, Grandfather’s desk held no computer, but it did have two different telephones and a slew of paperwork. File cabinets behind him sat open.

He was handwriting something when Logan entered. He didn’t bother looking up.

“You are here later than I expected,” Grandfather said. He motioned toward one of the seats in front of the desk but Logan chose to stand.

“I’m not divorcing Hazel,” Logan said firmly.

“Yes.” Grandfather continued writing, even as he talked. “Hazel has also chosen the more difficult path. But it won’t matter, in the end. She didn’t take the money but I have plenty of other means…”

“She told me her credit cards have all been put on hold,” Logan said. “Your doing?”

“Does it matter? The girl has such little of her own money. Let her crawl In the dirt. She’s used to it.”

“Grandfather!” Logan snapped. “I’ve had enough of this I have chosen Hazel as my wife, and that is final.”

“Logan, you are a young man yet. You cannot see the mistakes you are making, fumbling around as you are. When I solve this and remove this problem for you, I expect some measure of gratitude.”

“You’ll have none,” Logan said. “I love her, Grandfather,

“That will not sway me. You’ve said that before. It means nothing to me.”

“She’s capable. She’s good with money,” Logan tried.

“She has none of her own. She merely wants to leech off of ours.”

“If that were true, she would have taken the money you offered her. Why can’t you just let this go?”

Grandfather finally lowered his pen. “You want to have children with this woman, I imagine.

“Yes,” Logan said. He hadn’t really thought of his future, beyond finding a way to bring Hazel more completely into his life, but yes. In the future, he would love to have her as the mother of his children. He couldn’t imagine anyone else in that role. Content © copyrighted by NôvelDrama.Org.

“She is of poor stock, Logan. She will breed you nothing but miserable children just like her.”

”

Anger shot through Logan hot and fast. Not only was Grandfather insulting the woman he loved, but now he was insulting any of their future children as well.

That was too much.

Logan threw his hands on Grandfather’s desk, collecting as many papers as he could and shoved them all to the side, scattering them over the floor.

Grandfather sighed. “Is this tantrum necessary?”

“If Hazel and my children turn out like her, they would be better for it,” Logan spat. “She is a goddamn angel, and my genes are cursed.”

Grandfather’s left eye twitched. Of all the things Logan said, it was the attack on Grandfather’s legacy that actually elicited a reaction.

“Our linage goes back to the Mayflower,” Grandfather said, voice low.

“I don’t care about our ancestors,” Logan said. “I only care that my children don’t turn out like you.”

That shut him up. Grandfather sat up straighter in his chair.

“Hazel is the woman I love, and nothing will stop us from being together. Not you, not any Invisible barriers you try to lift. Not anything you can set in our path,” Logan continued.

It took a moment, but Grandfather recovered from his initial shock. When he did, his brow lowered and his mouth pressed into a firm line.

“You think you have power here, but you do not. You’ve always been a troublesome boy. Maybe it’s time ! put all of you in your place,” Grandfather said.

The way he said it, words icy, made a shiver run down Logan’s spine.

Firing Hazel, the canceled credit cards, the holds on her bank account. Logan got the sudden feeling that was all child’s play compared to what he really had in store for them.

“I have built this legacy with my own two hands over decades,” Grandfather said. “You think you can show up and demand to take it from me because you are my heir. You stupid, ignorant child.” Each word was said with hatred.

Grandfather never cared for Logan. He was only ever capable of caring about himself.

Logan could see that now in a way he’d avoided thinking about in the past.

Logan did think he had some measure of power, being Grandfather’s only heir, but now he wasn’t so sure. The way Grandfather was talking, combined with the crazed look in his eye. It really seemed as if he

didn’t care anymore.

“You have one last chance,” Grandfather said. “Divorce her.”

“No,” Logan said, without pause.

Grandfather lifted his chin. “Then prepare to watch everything fall down.”

Logan’s brow pulled together. “What do you mean?”

Grandfather smirked. “I’d rather watch my legacy burn to the ground than to see you ruin it with weakness.”