I became the Purchased Wife Of The Lycan Prince

Hope dabbed the napkin over her mouth as she enjoyed her meal with Logan. The private room was cozy an dim lit, giving it a romantic ambiance. “I enjoyed it,” Hope said and the two left their seats. Logan helped her wearing the overcoat and held her purse. He then put on his warm coat and they both left this five star restuarant.

As they reached near the car, Logan suggested her if she would like to go to a nearby park.

“Umm… Sure. But don’t you think it’s too late? You need to go to the office tomorrow,” Hope asserted.

“Don’t worry about that.” Logan grasped her hand and took her to the park. It wasn’t crowded much but people could be seeng there. As they strode through the park, Logan opened his mouth to speak, “Hope, I’ve something to tell you.”

“Hmm? What is it?” Hope tilted her head to gaze at him.

“Olivia has lied to me. My gut feeling says that I’ve been fooled by her,” Logan truthfully told her.

“What do you mean?” Hope got perplexed by his statement. “Why would Olivia lie to you? You said Olivia had always been there for you when you were vulnerable,” she affirmed.

“Yes. But her reappearance has not what I ever anticipated,” Logan replied, “Something is not right. about this,” he proclaimed.

They both stopped walking when Hope reached out her hand to caress his arm. “Everyone found it strange. But I’ve watched such cases, where the person would return to life. I think Olivia also ended up being alive that way,” she opined.

“Victor never approached me, why? Why does he have to keep it hidden from me? Victor was aware of my condition,” Logan presented another reason in front of her to make her think that Olivia was someone, whom he couldn’t understand well. In fact, now he believed that he knew nothing about

Olivia.

Hope grappled with the perplexing situation, acknowledging the truth in her husband’s words regarding Olivia’s sudden reappearance after being declared dead for so long. The circumstances were indeed bewildering and unsettling for everyone involved.

“What do you want to do about it?” Hope inquired, her concern evident in her voice.

“I’m investigating,” Logan responded, determined to uncover the truth behind Olivia’s return and the peculiar events surrounding it.

“You doubt Olivia!?” Hope exclaimed, taken aback by the revelation.

“I didn’t want to, but yes, I have my doubts,” Logan affirmed. “And there’s something else I noticed a

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few days ago,” he continued. “Let’s find a bench to sit and I’ll explain.” Taking Hope by the hand, Logan led her to a nearby bench.

As Hope moved to sit down, Logan intervened, pulling out his handkerchief and laying it on the bench. “Now, you can sit,” he said, gesturing for her to take a seat, a gesture of chivalry and consideration. Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.

Hope settled onto the bench, appreciating her husband’s thoughtfulness as he joined her.

“So, what did you notice a few days ago?” she asked, curious to hear more.

“Olivia used to wear a perfume with a sweet, pleasant scent from a brand called Tiarra,” Logan began. “I noticed that Henry had that same perfume scent on his clothes. It wasn’t strong, but it was noticeable enough for me to recognize. And it wasn’t just once; I’ve encountered it several times,” he elaborated, his concern evident as he shared his observations with Hope.

“Oh, perhaps he bought it,” Hope mused, attempting to rationalize Henry’s connection to the perfume.

“It’s a scent designed for women only. The first time I caught that scent, I was taken aback. Olivia was the first person that came to mind,” Logan declared, his brows furrowing in deep thought.

Hope was astounded by her husband’s keen observation skills, admiring his ability to notice even the minute details. “So, you suspect Olivia met Henry before returning home. But why would she do that? And why wouldn’t Henry tell you, especially knowing how much you’ve missed Olivia?” she posed her doubts, grappling with the perplexing situation alongside Logan..

“That’s the question, which is bothering me. Why Henry didn’t inform me? Why did he act so normally? And why Olivia went to see him first?” Logan stated. The scent couldn’t be shifted unless the person used the perfume or slept with that person. Logan didn’t wish to believe in his analogies. However, he was unable to ignore them either.

As the fireworks illuminated the night sky in the distance, Hope couldn’t contain her excitement. “Firecrackers!” she exclaimed joyfully, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Logan raised his gaze to the spectacle above, sharing in his wife’s joy as he watched the bursts of color and light. Slowly, he reached for her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers as she glanced at him.

A smile graced her lips as she returned her gaze to the mesmerizing display overhead, the moment filled with a sense of shared happiness and connection between the two.

The next morning, Hope rose early, feeling refreshed and energized. Eager to start the day, she decided to prepare breakfast for everyone. As she tied her hair back into a ponytail, she noticed Logan still sleeping peacefully, looking as serene as a sleeping baby.

Walking over to the bed, she leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the center of Logan’s forehead, expressing her love and affection. Quietly, she stood up and left the room, making her way to the kitchen.

In her way to the kitchen, Hope encountered Grandpa William and greeted him with a warm smile. “Good morning, Grandpa William,” she said cheerfully, ready to begin the day’s tasks with a positive attitude.

“Grandpa, have you already had your tea, or would you like me to make one for you?” Hope inquired, her tone was considerate and caring.

“I’ve already had my tea, thank you,” William replied with a smile. He was aware that they had returned late the previous night.

“Yes, I woke up early today,” Hope confirmed. “I thought I would take care of preparing breakfast for everyone,” she explained.

“Oh, that’s wonderful!” Grandpa William responded warmly, returning her smile as he made his way to the living room to read the morning newspaper.

In the kitchen, Hope exchanged greetings with the maids, acknowledging their presence with a friendly nod. Together, they began the preparations for breakfast, working in harmony to ensure a delicious meal for everyone.

After an hour of diligent work, breakfast was finally ready. Hope instructed the maids to set the dining table while she kept an eye on the apple pie, which was still baking in the oven. The three maids promptly left with dishes in their hands to carry out their task, leaving Hope alone in the bustling kitchen.

As

per Olivia’s plan, Roaxana entered the kitchen and picked up a knife from the counter while Hope had a back toward her.

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Hope noticed Roaxana’s presence in the kitchen and greeted her warmly. “Oh, Sister Roxy! Good morning. Breakfast is ready. Please, take a seat at the dining table,” she suggested, her tone was both friendly and inviting.

However, Roaxana remained silent, her demeanor was tense. Unbeknownst to Hope, Roaxana had a knife hidden behind her back, her expressions were unreadable too..

“Sister Roxy, is everything alright?” Hope inquired, taking a cautious step forward, concern evident in her voice.

Suddenly, Roaxana brandished the knife as per Olivia’s instructions, launching an unexpected attack on Hope, catching her off guard.

“Ahhhh!” Hope screamed in terror, her voice echoing through the kitchen as she instinctively shut her eyes, bracing for the impending attack.

At that crucial moment, Logan swiftly intervened with his Lycan speed, positioning himself between Roaxana and Hope, enfolding her in a protective embrace. Roaxana’s attack aimed at Hope inadvertently struck Logan, the sharp blade slicing through the fabric of his blazer and shirt before reaching his skin.

Despite the pain, Logan remained steady at his place, shielding Hope from harm with his own body, his priority ensuring her safety above all else.

As blood began to seep from the wound on Logan’s back, Roaxana snapped out of her trance-like state, realizing what had just occurred. Her senses returning, she looked around to find other family members rushing into the kitchen, their eyes widening in shock at the sight of Logan’s bloodied back and the knife in Roaxana’s hand.

“Logan! Hope!” Elizabeth shouted at covered her mouth with her hands.

“Roaxana, what did you do?” Henry rushed forward while the knife fell from Roaxana’s hand in

fear.

“I-it wasn’t me,” Roaxana murmured as her grimace turned fearful.