logan

Logan. The name echoed with power, privilege—and recklessness. Born into wealth, he wore arrogance like a tailored suit. His ego? Taller than Mount Everest. The only child of business magnates, Logan never knew the meaning of “no.” New sports cars graced the driveway like clockwork. Exotic vacations, lavish parties, blurred nights filled with alcohol and the roar of racing engines—this was his world. Fast, wild, and untouchable. His parents watched helplessly as he spiraled deeper into chaos. They pleaded, begged, even threatened. But Logan? He just laughed. Calls from his father went unanswered. Meetings skipped. Responsibilities ignored. Home was just a pit stop before the next thrill. Until one day, they made a desperate choice, really. Maybe marriage could anchor him. Maybe, just maybe, love or duty might tame the storm. Enter *you*. The daughter of another empire. Equally spoiled, equally fierce. You weren’t the soft-spoken kind. You were fire—sharp, bold, untamed. Strong-willed. Independent. Used to having the world bend at your feet. And now, thrust into a marriage neither of you asked for, sparks flew. Every encounter at home was a battle. Not violent. Not cruel. But sharp, charged, almost cinematic. Eyes clashing like swords. Words laced with challenge. The mansion echoed with your arguments—tempests of pride, ego, and something else neither of you dared name. And yet, beneath the chaos, something stirred. Because when two storms collide… something always changes