The Ruthless CEO's Revenge Wife
Chapter 151: The Bidding Ceremony (A Husband’s Reward)

Chapter 151: The Bidding Ceremony (A Husband’s Reward)

Logan.

Leaning casually in the doorway, his gaze like steel. Alex turned slowly, biting back the urge to attack.

Logan’s tone never rose. It didn’t have to.

"I’d think very carefully before trying anything stupid again. You already lost once tonight."

Alex’s jaw twitched. His fists clenched tighter.

"You followed me."

"I wanted you to see it coming," Jean said calmly, standing just a few feet away. "You lost."

Alex turned, slowly. There was no smugness in his expression. Only rage.

"You always did know how to sink your claws into powerful men," he hissed.

Jean flinched at the venom in his voice but didn’t back down. "No claws needed, Alex. Just brains. Something you never respected me for."

"You think Logan Kingsley will save you?" He stepped closer, eyes narrowing, his tone laced with disgust. "He’s just a phase. I know you, Jean. You crave power. You used our family for it, and now you’re using him."

"I thought you were my protector once," she snapped before she could stop herself. "But you taught me that family means nothing to a man like you. Just control."

Alex’s jaw ticked. "And what about control now, Jean?" He stepped in, closer... too close. "Think you’ve won? All it takes is a whisper to ruin you. A single lie. One false move..."

Jean’s body tensed, her instincts screaming.

Alex’s hand twitched by his side. Just a little.

Too familiar. Too soon.

Before she could react, a shadow broke between them like thunder.

Logan.

He moved so fast Jean barely saw it happen. One second Alex was within reach... the next, Logan’s hand was around his collar, slamming him against the wall with such force that the painting behind them shook.

"You raise that hand again, Adams," Logan said, voice like steel, "and I swear I’ll break every bone in your wrist before it reaches her."

Alex choked out a breath. "She’s got you wrapped around her finger."

"No," Logan growled. "She has my trust. That’s the difference between you and me. You used fear to own her. I’d die to protect her."

Jean stared at them, breath caught somewhere between fear and awe. She had never seen Logan like this before... unapologetic, furious.

"Touch her again," Logan whispered, "and I won’t just outbid you next time. I’ll bury your name so deep that not even your bloodline remembers it."

He shoved Alex back roughly and turned to Jean, gently placing his hand on her back.

"Let’s go," he said softly... so different from the voice he used a second ago.

Jean’s lips trembled, but she nodded.

As they walked away, Alex remained slumped against the wall, fuming, defeated.

And for the first time in years, Jean didn’t feel afraid.

She felt free.

She walked past him without a backward glance, letting Logan’s presence speak louder than any insult she could deliver.

Alex stood frozen, alone in that hallway... realizing that the sister he once controlled... was now untouchable.

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The ceremony hall faded behind them, its glittering chandeliers and murmuring crowd growing more distant with every step Logan took beside her.

Jean didn’t speak.

Neither did he.

Their footsteps were soft against the stone path, and the crisp evening air carried the scent of roses and damp earth. Up ahead, twinkling fairy lights hung from trees like stars caught in branches. A gentle breeze danced through the leaves, and a fountain glistened at the heart of the garden, its waters catching the moonlight in silver ripples.

Logan guided her toward the fountain without uttering a word and gesture for her to sit.

Jean sank onto the cool marble edge, her breath hitching when the serenity of the moment settled in her bones. It was quiet. Peaceful. As if the world had paused just for them.

He didn’t ask if she was okay.

He already knew.

She looked at him... this man who had stood up for her against the devil she once called family. The man who shielded her not out of duty, but because he wanted to. Not because of the contract, but because he cared.

Logan Kingsley, who once was just a name she used to hate.

Now stood here, her only protector. She stood up before she could second guess it. And wrapped her arms around him.

Not a hesitant touch. Not a guarded embrace.

A real hug.

Raw. Full-hearted.

Her face buried against his chest, her arms tight around his waist as if she needed him to breathe.

Logan’s breath faltered against her hair. Slowly, his arms came up to hold her. Not too tightly. Not to stake a claim. Just... to be there.

Jean didn’t cry. But her heart was loud in her chest.

"You came for me," she whispered against his chest, her voice nearly cracking. "You didn’t let him touch me again."

His hand stroked down her back once... firm, grounding.

"I always will," he murmured.

She pulled back just enough to look up at him, eyes shining with something she couldn’t name.

"I’ve never let someone come close to me like this before," she said softly, her lips trembling with the confession.

Logan looked down at her, gaze tender.

"Then I’m honored to be your first."

She gave a short breath of laughter... half a sob, half relief... and tucked her face into the crook of his neck again.

And under the twinkling sky, by a whispering fountain, Jean Adams gave herself permission to feel what safety, affection, and quiet hope could be... in the arms of the man who saw every broken part of her and stayed anyway.

The hug lingered in the air even after it ended... an invisible warmth between them, pulsing with something deeper. Something dangerous. Something tender.

But then Logan’s hands gripped her waist again... firmer, surer... and before she could react, he gently pulled her into his lap, right onto the cool marble edge of the fountain.

"Logan...!" Jean gasped, her hands instinctively gripping his shoulders for balance, eyes wide as her body settled against his.

"What are you doing?" she whispered, breathless, her voice catching from the sudden closeness.

Logan’s smirk was unmistakable in the golden glow of the fairy lights. "Your husband just won a battle tonight. A land deal that could’ve gone south if not for me," he said smoothly, his voice dipping with a playful threat. "Don’t you think that deserves... a reward?"