to be your last

𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭

Emily was an orphan, and her uncle and aunt never failed to remind her that every day, still she didn't say anything. Emily was abused and used by her aunt and uncle, and the outer world was unaware about this fact. And Emily never even thought to reveal it, afterall she thought she was a burden and deserved all this. When her aunt and uncle, agreed to a year-marraige to a billionaire, just for the money, she stayed silent. She stayed silent when she was named and tagged as a gold-digger. She stayed silent, when she was thrown off. Never told anyone about anything she went through. She wasn't mute, but she was forced to stay silent as a punishment for a sin that she never did. She was dead inside, just smiled to give off that she was happy, but was she really?
On a dark night, when the thunder roared through the sky, Emily was again reminded that she was weak and how broken she was. She tried to hide like she always did, but this time, the situation was different, the house was different. But would the treatment be different?

Logan was served everything on a silver platter. Whatever he asked for, appeared under his feet in seconds. When his reputation was needed to be repaired, he was needed to be seen as mature, he was needed to commit into a relationship but he wasn't ready to commit. The only solution left was a contract marriage. He never even bothered to look at his wife. He wasn't cold, he was just disgusted at the god digger, who he had to call as his wife. But he knew that he was also wrong here, hence he didn't call her again.
Under that stormy night, when he sees his wife in that state, he realises his mistakes. The one who was always given everything on a silver platter, when sees the vulnerable side of reality. He decides that he needs to protect and mend that broken soul.

He decided since that day to treat her with all the care and tenderness, she deserved. But the one who never received love and care since the age of 7, when treated with sudden care and tenderness, will she accept it? They didn't realize when his protectiveness turned into something more, but was it love?
He knew that if they fell for each other, then he would be her first, but he wanted more. He wanted to be her last too, just like she wished and hoped, she also wanted to be his last...

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𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞

This is my first time, writing something like this. So don't hate me if I get any emotion incorrectly. I am trying my best to deliver all the emotions correctly. But I am a human afterall.

Also, English isn't my first language, so please bear with my silly grammatical mistakes and my silly typos. Feel free to correct me, but not to the extent that I have to delete your comments.

This story is purely a product of my minuscule brain, which loves to escape the cruel reality, into the endless world of imagination. All the characters in this story are given birth by the one and only, my witless brain. So, if you observe any resemblance of any person or any character in any other book, then it's totally a coincidence.

I don't support any kind of plagiarism. So don't steal any part of my story, unless and until you don't want your bones in their proper position.

Also, I loved making these words bold, because why not ;)