I waited for this moment for so long. With binoculars in my hands, I'm standing near a window in an abandoned building. I spent the darkest night of my life in this building, on this floor, in this room. When I heard he was back, I wanted to act immediately, but I knew it wouldn't be successful given his past as an MMA fighter and drug user. After following him for several days, I came up with a plan to bring him here.

My hired men are waiting for him to emerge, as this is the only moment he's free from his guards' presence. This is the time when he lets his security down. After finishing his practice and heading back home, he lets his security down. As he came out of the building, they swiftly and silently chloroformed him before he could react. I told them not to fight him if they valued their lives.

They brought him into the apartment without my knowing my presence; I was already here. I paid them a handsome amount anonymously. They bound him to a chair with a rope, as I had instructed. I sat in front of him and waited for an hour. I looked at his tattooed body. Memories flooded back in time, and I also got my skin inked while I was with him. I threw a bucket of water at him. His face moved to the side, and then he shrugged himself off. He was shocked to see me.

He was trying to play naive with me. "Renna?"

I nodded in anger, but I managed to respond in a firm tone. "Yes, Logan, it's me."

Logan started shooting a list of questions at me. "What am I doing here? Why have you restricted me to a chair? Did you do this? What do you want from me?"

When he attempted to untie himself, I gave him advice. "If I were you, I wouldn't waste my energy on this."

Logan clenched his jaw. "If you had asked, I would have come to talk to you. There was no need to do such things."

I stood up in frustration. "You know, the more you try to make me believe that you have changed, the more you make me angry because you can fool the world but not me. Logan Vaughn can never change."

Logan's voice was filled with confusion and concern. "We can talk if you want to."

I pointed at him. "I want you to use your brilliant mind and recall a time when I was trying to talk to you; I was screaming, but you weren't listening to me."

Logan shook his head. "I don't remember much about that night."

I snarled. "And I want you to remember that night."

Logan's voice was filled with guilt. "I am not proud of that night. I swear, Renna, I am a changed man now."

I laughed. "Yes, I have heard about your sobriety, but have you ever given any thought to the pain or trauma you have caused me?" Your family has sent you to rehab and blamed your shenanigans on the poor drugs.

Logan's regretful tone. "Trust me, but I have no clue about that night."

I looked at him. "Have you ever considered the number of nights I didn't sleep before moving on in your life?" How many times did I cry? How many times have I had panic attacks?

Logan shook his head. "I was not able to think straight."

I took a deep breath. "Logan Vaughn, you have ruined my life; you don't remember anything about that night."

Logan nodded. "I know what I did; there is no explanation for that but trust me, I wasn't myself that night. Something got into me and I lost control. "

"And when you returned," I continued, my voice wavering with emotion, "You didn't even have the decency to apologize."

Logan nodded. "Because I had no courage to face my dark past."

I shot up my shoulders. "The way you didn't listen to me, I think I should do the same and after years, I will apologize just like the way you are doing right now."

Logan's eyes narrowed. "You'll be in trouble. My guards and family will come looking for me."

"Tied to a chair, and you're still throwing your dominance around," I yelled.

"I'm not throwing any dominance," Logan made it clear. "I'm warning you."

I shook my head. "You always love to show your power to everyone."

Logan sighed. "I don't remember much, but I'm really sorry."

Before I could respond, the door flung open, flooding the room with lights. "NYPD," a voice called out.

As I watched, I couldn't believe what the fuck the NYPD was doing here. Then Logan got up from his chair holding a cell phone, and I had no idea when or how he got himself free. I lifted my hands to reassure the surrender, and they took my gun away. One of the cops handcuffed me. Someone from Logan's security team came up to him and asked if he was okay.

He told them, "I'm fine," and then he walked up to me, "Next time, check my pockets before you throw water on me."

I screamed at him. "Son of a bitch. I didn't want to come close to you."

Logan pointed at me. "And please don't put my chair up against the light ever again," he continued. "The room was dark, but the light from the window made it tricky for you to see that I was using my phone while talking to you."

I asked, "Why the fuck were you stalling me with your stupid questions and fake confession when you had untied yourself?"

He said, "I wanted you to know that I am sincerely sorry for everything I have done, but when I sensed you weren't in the mood to forgive, I contacted them."

The unexpected involvement of the NYPD had thrown a wrench into my plans, leaving me at a loss for words. When the cops took me to the precinct, I opted to stay silent. They left me alone for nearly ten minutes before another figure entered.

Sergeant Fredrick, I knew him because of my best friend, Kev Moller.

He turned off the camera right away and asked why I had done this.

I requested him, to call Kev and also begged him to refrain from using my full name in front of anyone until Kev arrived.

I spent the night at the precinct and I was informed Kev was on his way to New York. In the next few days, Kev bailed me out. Additionally, he made sure that no one would find out my name because he knew that if they did, it would make for sensational news stories all over the internet. Because two well-known families from New York are involved in one piece of news, there will be competition among the channels to get viewership.

When I came out of the precinct, Kev sighed. "What were you thinking?"

I didn't respond and rushed to his car. Kev didn't even bother to ask me where he should drop me off; he just drove us to his mom's house. I went straight to his room and locked the door behind me so no one would come to talk to me.

I couldn't sleep all night because I was thinking about what to do next. After what happened, I need to leave New York now. I'm Anderson and Jessica Forge's firstborn, and they never liked me because I don't follow their high society rules; I live my life the way I want to. I never let their money control me because if I did, I would have to follow their rules, which I can't do.

I had to dress and talk in a certain way and move into society the way they wanted me to. I decided in my early teens that I would never join my family business. The fights with my parents have kept me from taking a plunge in life or making any serious decisions for my life or career. Instead, I choose to do the things they hate the most. After Logan's incident five years ago, I left my dad's house because it made me feel trapped there. They successfully made my two younger sisters their slaves. Jenna and Hannah.