His Toxic Addiction
Chapter 267: She Was Meant To Be His.

Chapter 267: She Was Meant To Be His.

"So you’re a drug dealer?" Valeria asked in a low tone. She walked behind him and sat in the space right next to him.

Logan turned to her. "You are not embarrassed by me?" he replied to her question with a question. He was kind of surprised when he heard how thoughtful and soft she sounded.

Valeria rolled her eyes, "Why should I be? I would never be embarrassed when it comes to you, and again, I think it was also my fault. I left you with nothing to live on," she said, in a regretful tune.

Logan disagreed with her words, "You did all that you could for me,"

Valeria shook her head, "I failed you. I should have stayed back and_"

Logan turned to her, "You did not fail me. You made me a thousand times proud to have you as a friend and as I was saying, becoming a drug dealer was none of your fault. It was a choice, my choice I had always been so prepared for,"

Valeria was stunned. "Always been prepared for?"

Logan took in a sharp inhale, "I grew up in a family of five. I was the same parent as my eldest sister who was my direct eldest, and then, we shared the same father with the last girl," he took in a deep breath and stared above Valeria’s head.

He went on, "We weren’t so rich but we were happy. Then, my stepmother ran a café shop and my father struggled day and night to organize his company and get it appreciated by the Lincolns." he stared into her eyes before asking, "You know the Lincoln family, right?"

Valerie nodded, "I do, but not so much. I can’t even identify their glittering kids. I only knew them as idols my family looked up to. One of them got married to Nicklaus," she gave the tiny information she knew, and also the one and dug out a few days ago trying to know more about Nicklaus wife.

Logan hummed, "And she is the same woman in the portrait in my room. That woman in my room portrait is Arissa Lincoln, one and only heir to the Lincoln wealth,"

Valeria’s mouth dropped open, stunned, "You are in love with a married woman?" she asked with wide eyes, "And what do you mean by one and only heir? How about the eldest daughter? Or is she the eldest?"

"I’m not in love with a married woman and for the record, she was meant to be mine," Logan corrected, "Adele had never been the couple’s daughter,"

Logan’s words stabbed Valeria’s heart, not in jealousy but in a way that she felt she had missed so much from his life.

Also, the information seemed too much for her brain to process. So, she decided to ask one at a time, "Meant to be yours?"

"Yeah, and that’s where the story unfolds," Logan exhaled from his lips, "My father was peaceful and quiet. I do not know the man he was outside since I was always indoors because of my legs but I knew that I grew up with the best man anyone would ever wish for as a father."

Going on, he said, "His company began to progress with a bright future ahead, which gave all of us new hopes and brought smiles to our faces. It was funny how my immediate elder sister began to immediately pick up the higher-up kids’ act at a social event all because we were all hopeful to one day dine with them." Then, Logan went on and on, touching all parts of his fun-filled childhood he could remember and Valeria listened with keen interest.

As she listened, she did not show any reaction on her face because she expected the worst soonest.

And just as she had expected, Logan went down to the night his family died before his eyes, "... I was downstairs under the staircase when some visitors came ringing out the doorbell....."

.....

Years ago;

"Go, go and tell Mama someone’s at the door," Maya, Logan’s elder sister instructed their step-sister, Elena.

Elena dropped the whole of the toys she played with and ran upstairs. As the introvert Logan had always been, he hid well away from his eyes.

He would not have been so introverted if he had legs but the insecurities he faced with not having legs turned him a thousand times alone and into himself. Even his family rarely saw him and now, just like on those days, he hid under the staircase waiting for when the place would be empty again for him to drive himself out.

So one could imagine the small frown that clothed his face when the visitors rang the doorbell. He felt like they were nuisances.

Logan was born with legs. In The first few years of his life, he had used his legs until a class accident occurred when his class left for an excursion.

Everything went well, the fun, the game activities, and the trip, all went well until they decided to heed back to the school.

Barely existing in the amusement park, directly at the gates, they collided with a larger bus that carried a tanker on it.

Not able to react, Logan who was in the front seat with the driver and his favorite teacher got his head flogged to the dashboard and then he lost consciousness.

Waking up, he was told he might never be able to use his legs again. The whole issue confused the little boy since he could not remember anything that happened. The only thing he felt was pain and nothing more.

Doubting their words, he tried walking but drooped to the floor and it was then he remembered the horror-filled screams he heard from other children before passing out.

However, no one told him what happened to the other kids and his family relocated, and also changed Logan and his siblings from that school.

And that was how Logan got accustomed to a wheelchair and a lot of ridicule from the kids down the street.

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