The Divorced Heiress Is Entering a New Marriage

Logan texted me an hour later. Let me know when you are done.

Assuming this meant he was ready to not be alone anymore, I felt a sense of relief. Even though I understood it, I hated the distance he’d placed between us since leaving the mental hospital.

I stayed with my friends for only a little while longer, before texting Logan back, asking him to come get

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When he told me he was outside, I hugged my friends goodbye, then went outside. Seeing Logan’s car, I hopped inside.

I only saw his profile, with the backdrop of the deep shadows of night. Even so, he looked much less lost than he had when I left him. For that, I was infinitely grateful.

“Where did you go?” I asked him, as we drove back to our temporary apartment.

“Just for a drive,” Logan said. “I needed to clear my head. That talk with my mother… I guess it shook loose a few memories J’d forgotten about.”

I could understand that. “Are you okay?”

“I will be,” Logan said, “when we’ve taken down Grandfather.”

It was late by the time we got back to our apartment, so we changed and went to bed. Logan held me throughout the night. He actually slept this time, his gentle breathing deep. Lulled by his strong heartbeat, I followed him into sleep.

In the morning, he was back to normal. He put on the coffee while I made eggs for us both. We chatted about this and that, before he asked me, “How are your friends? Getting into any trouble?”

Immediately, my mind went to the website Maria and Mike had been working on. “Actually…” I said, and then told Logan about what they were up to.

Logan was surprised. “They made a whole website debunking the rumors?”

I nodded. “They also want to share the truth about your grandfather, but it’s taking them longer to uncover.

his secrets.”

Logan sipped at his coffee a moment, thinking. Then he said, “I can help them.”

“You?”

“I know my grandfather’s secrets better than most,” Logan said. “I can at least put them on the right trails.”

“Your grandfather might catch on,” I said. “He won’t like you helping them.”

“He doesn’t like anything I do,” Logan said. “His opinions don’t matter to me anymore. Besides, they need all the help they can get to clear your name. I’ll do whatever is necessary for you, Hazel. I’m the one who got you into this mess.”

“I got myself into it,” I reminded him. After all, I could have just as easily agreed to the divorce. But I wanted to stay married to Logan, and to accomplish that, we had to fight against these obstacles- including the largest obstacle of all, Logan’s grandfather.

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“Then let’s work together to get ourselves out of it,” Logan said.

Lagreed.

Dylan sat at his desk in his office. He’d been working late most nights recently, and his office was generally a mess because of it. Books were strewn all over the room, some pages marked, others propped open. Scribbled sticky notes covered near every surface.

Going to war with Mr. Hatfield Senior was a huge deal, Dylan wanted to be ready for any eventuality his legal team might send Logan and Hazel’s way.

He thought himself ready for anything.

Then one of Senior’s slicked back, expensively dressed lawyers actually walked into Dylan’s office. Dylan pegged him the moment he walked through Dylan’s office door, before his secretary even introduced the

man.

“Mr. Smith to see you Dylan,” his secretary said. She lowered her voice, eying Mr. Smith suspiciously. “He represents Mr. Hatfield Senior.”

“Thank you,” Dylan told his secretary. As he was sitting behind his desk, he now stood. He motioned for Mr. Smith to sit down on the one lone chair that wasn’t covered with books and paperwork.

Mr. Smith glanced at the mess and clutter with a heavy frown. He sniffed. “You are a busy man… Hard to track down…”

“You mustn’t have been looking too hard,” Dylan said. “I’m out of the office a lot sure, but I’m here as

much as I’m not.”

“Not during work hours,” Mr. Smith said.

Dylan shrugged. “I make a lot of house calls.”

“Quite,” Mr. Smith said. Dylan could tell already the man hated him. “I am simply trying to determine if you are Mr. Logan Hatfield’s representative.”

“Last time I checked Mr. Logan Hatfield hasn’t done anything requiring representation,” Dylan said. “But yes, he does have me on retainer. You could say I’m his attorney.”

“Very good.” Mr. Smith started to lower her briefcase down onto the chair. Almost immediately, he thought better of it and decided to hold the briefcase instead. He looked rather awkward, holding the bottom with one hand while popping it open with the other.

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“Mr. Logan Hatfield is also a man who is difficult to track down these days,” Mr. Smith said. “But I assume you have means of contacting him.”

“Maybe,” Dylan said, being purposefully unhelpful. He wondered how much Mr. Smith made per hour. Triple digits, most likely. Dylan really should start charging more.

Mr. Smith found what he was looking for in his briefcase. He handed a pile of papers to Dylan. There three stacks, all separately stapled.

Dylan glanced.

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Yep. Lawsuits. Frivolous ones too, most likely. Senior was trying to scare Logan and Hazel. That wasn’t going to work with Dylan on the case.

“Give those to your client,” Mr. Smith said.

Dylan hummed as he placed the lawsuits down on his desk. “You do realize your client doesn’t have much to stand on in this, right? He’s out of line. No judge will go for this.”

Mr. Smith snapped his briefcase closed. “You forget the sheer wealth and power of Mr. Hatfield Senior. He has the ability to all of these done. At his behest, Logan will be bankrupt by the end of the year. He will lose everything, and so will anyone who stands beside him.”

“Is that some kind of threat, Mr. Smith?” Dylan asked.

“Knowing my client, it’s a promise,” Mr. Smith replied. “You would do well to watch yourself, and choose your allies well,”

Dylan leaned back in his chair. “Ah, so this isn’t just a scare tactic against Logan. This is a warning to me as well.”

“Anyone who throws their lot in with Logan will face the same fate.”

“I’m an attorney with my own clients and standing in high society,” Dylan said. “I’m not going to be so quickly cowed. Mr. Hatfield Senior may think he has the world in his pocket, but he’s going to be sorely disappointed to find his own necktie tightening.”

“You are an attorney for now,” Mr. Smith said with an empty sort of smile. The kind a snake might have given right before it ate its dinner. “You have standing in high society for now.”

“So you are threatening me,” Dylan said.

“My client intends to go full scorched earth on his grandson, that grandson’s mistress, and any who stand at his side. That includes you, Dylan. Unless you want a change in career, you should really be more careful with who you make friends with.”