Logan Bennett, a ruthless millionaire, was crossing a busy street corner when something caught his attention. A woman, dressed in dirty, worn clothes with disheveled hair, was sitting on the sidewalk. Her face was tired and marked by suffering. Beside her, two little girls, twins about four years old, wore tattered clothes. One of them was quietly crying, rubbing her eyes with small, dirty hands. Sweetheart, it’s okay. Someone will help us soon, the woman murmured, stroking the child’s hair with a trembling voice full of desperate love. Logan felt a pang in his chest.

He knew that face, even through the dirt and pain. It couldn’t be, but it was. Olivia Carter, the love of his youth, the girl he used to admire from afar.

She had never noticed him in school, except to mock his awkward attempts to get her attention. Now she was here, vulnerable and helpless. Logan approached slowly, his heart racing.

Olivia, he called hesitantly. The woman slowly lifted her head, her eyes widening as she recognized the voice. Logan? For a moment, neither of them spoke.

The silence between them was heavy with painful memories. Then Olivia lowered her gaze, as if wishing to disappear. What happened to you? He asked, unable to hide his concern.

Olivia looked away, clutching the girls even tighter. It doesn’t matter. We’re fine.

Go away, Logan. But Logan couldn’t ignore what he saw. One of the girls was sobbing from hunger, while the other clung to her mother’s arm, staring at him with wide, frightened eyes.

The pain and despair of the scene hit him like a blow. You’re not fine. Come with me.

I’ll help you. No, I can’t, Olivia began to protest. I’m not leaving you and your daughters out here in the cold.

You’re coming with me, and I won’t take no for an answer. The girls looked at him, curious yet cautious. The one who had been crying pressed her lips together, holding back her tears.

Olivia hesitated, but Logan’s determined gaze made her relent. She knew she had no other choice. Logan pulled out his phone and called his driver.

Be here in five minutes, he said before putting the phone away. Let’s go. There’s no reason for you to stay here.

He extended his hand to Olivia, who reluctantly took it. When the car arrived, Logan helped Olivia get in, carrying one of the girls while she held the other. The children were exhausted, their faces resting on their mother’s shoulders.

During the ride to Logan’s mansion, the silence was oppressive. Olivia stared out the window, lost in thought. Logan glanced at her occasionally, trying to understand how her life had fallen apart.

When they arrived, Olivia looked visibly uncomfortable. The grand mansion, with its warm lights and immaculate garden, seemed like another world. You don’t have to do this, Logan.

We can. No more arguing, Olivia. You’ll come inside, eat something, and rest.

The housekeeper, Mrs. Harper, opened the door with a surprised expression but said nothing. Logan instructed her to prepare a room for Olivia and the girls. While Mrs. Harper took care of that, Logan brought Olivia and the children to the living room.

He lit the fireplace, creating a cozy warmth, and asked for food to be prepared for them. Thank you, Logan. Really, thank you, Olivia said, her eyes brimming with tears as the girls curled up on the sofa beside her.

Logan nodded, his mind racing. He knew that this night was just the beginning. Tomorrow, he needed to understand what had truly happened to Olivia and how she had ended up here.

The sun was just beginning to peek through the windows of Logan’s mansion, but Olivia was already awake. Sitting on the edge of the bed, she watched her twins, Harper and Hazel, who were still sleeping soundly. For the first time in a long time, her daughters were warm and comfortable.

That should have eased her heart, but instead, she felt a growing knot in her throat. Across the mansion, Logan was also awake, sitting in his office, thinking about everything he had seen the night before. The image of Olivia on the sidewalk holding her children wouldn’t leave his mind.

He needed to understand how this had happened. After all, the Olivia he had known in school had been confident, full of life, someone who seemed destined for great things. Shortly after, the housekeeper knocked gently on Olivia’s door.

Miss Carter, breakfast is ready. Mr. Bennett would like you and the girls to come down. Olivia thanked him and woke the twins.

A few minutes later, they went downstairs together to the dining room, where a generous breakfast spread awaited them. The girls ran excitedly to the chairs, delighted by the variety of fruits, breads, and juices. Olivia, however, hesitated.

Please have a seat, Logan said, appearing in the doorway. He was wearing a crisp white dress shirt and looked relaxed, though his eyes revealed a serious undertone. Thank you, Olivia replied, pulling out a chair while watching Harper and Hazel eat enthusiastically.

During the meal, an awkward silence lingered between Logan and Olivia. He knew he needed to tread carefully, but he was determined to understand the truth. When the girls finished eating, the housekeeper took them to play in a nearby room.

Olivia remained seated, now alone with Logan. He rested his elbows on the table and looked her straight in the eye. Olivia, we need to talk.

I want to understand what happened to you, she averted her gaze clasping her hands in her lap. It’s not a story I like to tell. I’m not here to judge, I just want to help.

Logan paused, choosing his words carefully. When I saw you yesterday, you and your daughters were in a situation that, well, it doesn’t happen overnight. What happened, Olivia? She took a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment before beginning to speak.

After we graduated high school, I started dating Jake Miller. You remember him, don’t you? He was the most popular guy in school. Logan nodded, his jaw tightening at the mention of the name.

He remembered Jake all too well, someone everyone admired yet who wouldn’t hesitate to hurt others to get what he wanted. Jake and I started dating right after prom. I was in love and thought he felt the same.

A few months later, I found out I was pregnant. When I told him, I thought we’d face it together, but he abandoned me. He said he wasn’t ready to be a father and didn’t want the responsibility.

That was the last time I saw him. Logan clenched his fists on the table, struggling to contain the anger welling up inside him. He just left you? Olivia nodded, her eyes brimming with tears.

Yes, I was alone, with no support. My parents couldn’t help much, and I did what I could to provide for the girls, but it wasn’t enough. I eventually lost my job, and over time, the bills piled up.

When Harper and Hazel were two years old, we were evicted from our apartment. Since then, we’ve been living on the streets, relying on the kindness of strangers. Logan sat in silence, processing everything he’d just heard.

The Olivia he had once known was strong, but life had broken her in ways he never imagined. Why didn’t you ever ask for help? he finally asked, his voice softer now. I was ashamed, Olivia admitted.

Ashamed of how my life had fallen apart. I didn’t want anyone to see me like this, especially someone like you. Logan took a deep breath, feeling a mix of compassion and sadness.

Olivia, no one deserves to go through this. You’re not alone anymore. I’ll help you and your daughters get back on your feet.

Why, Logan? Why are you doing all this? He hesitated, but knew he had to be honest. Because, despite everything, I care about you. I’ve always cared.

Olivia sat in silence, unable to respond. Logan’s words echoed in her mind as she tried to process everything that was happening. That night, as Olivia tucked the girls into bed, she reflected on what Logan had said.

For the first time in years, she felt a spark of hope. But she also knew that accepting help meant facing her deepest fears and rebuilding her life from scratch. The next morning, as sunlight poured through the mansion’s large windows, Olivia woke to the soft laughter of Harper and Hazel playing on the carpet beside the bed.

For a moment, she felt like she was dreaming. It was hard to believe that just 24 hours earlier, she’d been sitting on a sidewalk, unsure where their next meal would come from. She stretched and called the girls to get ready.

Fresh clothes had been set out in the room, carefully chosen by the housekeeper. Olivia was struck by the thoughtfulness, though she still felt out of place in such a luxurious setting. When they went downstairs for breakfast, Logan was already in the living room, reviewing some papers.

He looked up when he heard the twins’ footsteps and gave a faint smile. Did you sleep well? he asked. Harper nodded eagerly, while Hazel shyly held her mother’s hand.

Yes, it was the best night we’ve had in a long time, Olivia replied, a touch of gratitude in her voice. I’m glad to hear that. Logan gestured for them to sit.

You don’t have to worry about anything today. I want you to rest. The girls can play in the garden or wherever they like.

Olivia hesitated. Logan, I… I don’t know how to thank you for all of this, but I don’t want to take advantage of your kindness. As soon as I can, I’ll find a job and… Logan raised a hand, stopping her.

There’s no rush, Olivia. Before anything else, you need to recover. Don’t worry about timelines.

We’ll figure this out together. Despite his reassuring words, Olivia still felt a weight on her chest. Accepting help didn’t come naturally to her.

However, her daughter’s well-being came first, and for their sake, she swallowed her pride. After breakfast, Harper and Hazel went to play in the garden under the housekeeper’s supervision. Olivia, meanwhile, helped clear the dishes, feeling uneasy about not contributing more.

Logan found her in the kitchen, shaking his head as he saw her trying to wash the dishes. Olivia, you don’t have to do that. I need to something, Logan.

I don’t feel right just taking everything without giving back. Logan sighed. If that’s how you feel, fine.

But for now, I want to talk about the girls. Do they have everything they need? Olivia paused, thinking. They need a few things, like clothes and shoes.

What they have is old and worn. Great, let’s go out and get what they need. Olivia’s eyes widened.

That’s not necessary, Logan. I can manage later. No discussion, Logan said with a gentle smile.

I’ll get the car. Half an hour later, Olivia, Harper, and Hazel were in a children’s store downtown, with Logan watching closely. The girls were delighted, running between the racks and trying on new clothes.

Can I really get this, mommy? Harper asked, holding a sparkling blue dress. Olivia’s heart ached at the sight of her daughter’s bright, hopeful eyes. Yes, sweetheart, you can.

Hazel, the more reserved twin, held up a pair of new sneakers. Me too, mommy? Olivia nodded with an emotional smile. You too, my love.

Logan watched silently, pleased to see the girls so happy. After picking out clothes, shoes, and a few toys, he took them to a restaurant for lunch. During lunch, the twins chattered excitedly, sharing stories and playing with each other.

Olivia watched them, feeling a sense of relief as she saw them smiling at last. You’ve done so much for us today, Logan. Thank you, Olivia said sincerely.

I’ve only done what anyone should do, Logan replied casually. You deserve this. Olivia lowered her eyes, the shame creeping back.

She knew Logan was being kind, but she couldn’t help remembering how she had treated him in the past. You’re a much better person than I was to you, Logan, she murmured, almost inaudibly. Logan frowned.

Olivia, the past is behind us. What matters now is what we do moving forward, she nodded, though the guilt still lingered. When they returned to the mansion, the twins ran straight to the garden, showing off their new clothes.

Olivia watched them from the living room window, a smile on her face. For the first time in years, she felt safe. Logan, standing beside her, broke the silence.

They’re incredible little girls. They’re my strength to keep going. Even in the worst moments, they gave me a reason to move forward.

Logan looked at her with admiration. You’re stronger than you realize, Olivia, to go through everything you have and still stand tall. That’s something few people can do, do.

She sighed. I don’t know if it’s strength or just stubbornness, but either way, thank you. Logan smiled.

If you ever need anything, you know you can count on me. Olivia nodded, finally feeling that she could trust someone besides herself. The next morning, Olivia woke up to the soft sunlight streaming through the curtains.

Harper and Hazel were still fast asleep, their faces relaxed, free from the worries they had carried on the streets. Olivia watched her daughters for a moment, feeling a mix of relief and hope. Maybe starting over was possible after all.

After getting dressed, she went downstairs and found Logan in the kitchen, sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. He looked up when he heard her footsteps and smiled. Good morning.

Did you sleep well? Yes, thank you. And you? Like a rock, he replied, folding the newspaper and standing up. I made coffee for you two.

Have a seat. Olivia thanked him, feeling strangely at ease with the routine that was starting to form. As she sipped her coffee, Logan sat across from her and said, I was thinking.

Now that the girls are more comfortable, we can start focusing on you. On me? She asked, surprised. Yes.

You mentioned wanting to work again. What kind of job are you looking for? Olivia stayed quiet for a moment, weighing her options. I don’t have an academic background, so my options are limited, but I’m willing to do anything that allows me to support my daughters.

Logan nodded. That makes sense. But what if you could study, finish your education and get a job that truly brings you fulfillment? Her eyes widened.

Study? That’s out of the question, Logan. I don’t have the time or resources for that. You’d have both here.

I can help with the expenses and make sure the girls are well cared for while you study. Olivia shook her head, incredulous. You’ve already done so much for us.

I can’t accept anything more. Logan leaned forward, his expression serious. Olivia, this isn’t just about you.

It’s about Harper and Hazel. If you have the chance to grow stronger, it’ll benefit your daughters in the long run. Please think about it.

Logan’s words struck Olivia deeply. She knew he was right, but she still struggled with her pride and shame. That evening, after putting the twins to bed, Logan asked Olivia to meet him in his office.

He had something important to discuss. Olivia, I have a proposal for you, he began, handing her a small envelope. She opened it to find information about business and entrepreneurship courses.

I want you to consider taking these courses. You’re smart and determined, and I believe you have the potential to achieve great things. This will give you the tools to support yourself and create a better future for your daughters.

Olivia looked at the papers, her mind racing to process the offer. Logan, I… this is too much. I’m not sure I can do it.

You’re more capable than you think, and you don’t have to decide right now. Just consider it. Olivia held the papers tightly, feeling torn between fear and hope.

In the days that followed, Olivia began to reflect on Logan’s proposal. Gradually, she realized this could be her chance to change her life and, most importantly, give her daughters the future they deserved. Finally, after much thought, she agreed.

She enrolled in the courses and, with Logan’s support, began studying during the day while the twins were cared for by the housekeeper. Although the beginning was challenging, Olivia felt reinvigorated as she learned new skills and rediscovered a side of herself she thought she’d lost. Each day was a small victory, and she clung to the idea that she was building something lasting.

Logan closely followed her progress, offering encouragement and support whenever she needed it. He knew Olivia needed to believe in herself as much as he believed in her. Olivia, in turn, started to realize how important Logan had become in her life.

His constant presence and unwavering support were slowly breaking down the barriers she had built over the years. Olivia’s routine was changing quickly. In the mornings, while Harper and Hazel played in the garden, she spent hours studying in the office Logan had set up for her.

At first, every page she read felt like climbing a mountain, but over time, she found her rhythm. Logan’s steady and unwavering support motivated her even more. One afternoon, as Olivia reviewed her notes, Logan walked into the room with a serious expression.

She immediately sensed something was wrong. We need to talk, he said, closing the door behind him. Olivia felt her stomach tighten.

What is it? I found someone from your past, Logan replied, sitting across from her. Jake Miller. The name thundered in Olivia’s mind.

Jake, the man who had abandoned her when she needed him most. The father of her daughters, who had never acknowledged them. Olivia took a deep breath, trying to control the wave of emotions.

What does he have to do with this, she asked, her voice steadier than she expected. I’ve been looking into some things. I wanted to understand better what happened to you after school.

I found Jake and decided to confront him. You did what? Olivia stood, startled. I needed to know the truth about what he did to you and why he abandoned you and the girls.

Logan, you had no right to do that. Maybe not, but I did it for you. Olivia stayed silent, her chest tight.

She knew Logan meant well, but bringing Jake back into her life felt like reopening a wound that hadn’t fully healed. What did he say? She finally asked, her voice hesitant. Logan rested his elbows on the table and sighed.

He admitted everything. He said he knew you were pregnant but didn’t want to take responsibility. He claimed it was easier to disappear.

Let’s play a little game for those who only read the comments. Type pizza in the comments. Only those who make it this far will understand.

Now let’s get back to the story. Olivia felt her anger rise like a tide. She hadn’t expected anything different from Jake, but hearing those words out loud still stung.

Did he mention the girls? She asked, her eyes brimming with tears. No, he didn’t even ask about them. Olivia clenched her fists, trying to hold back her tears.

As much as she despised Jake, a part of her had always hoped that one day he would show remorse or at least some curiosity about the daughters he had abandoned. Logan stood and placed a hand on her shoulder. Olivia, you don’t have to face this alone.

I’m here. She looked at him, struggling to resist the urge to break down. Thank you, Logan, but there are things I have to handle on my own.

That night, after putting the girls to bed, Olivia sat at the kitchen table, staring at a cup of tea that had gone cold. Logan’s words echoed in her mind and the thought of Jake lingered like a shadow. She knew that to move forward, she had to confront the past once and for all.

In the days that followed, Olivia tried to resume her routine, but she couldn’t focus. Memories of Jake and the confrontation Logan had mentioned weighed on her like an anchor. Logan, noticing the change in her demeanor, decided to give her space but watched her with concern.

One morning, Olivia made a decision. She picked up the phone and called Jake. He answered after a few rings, his voice indifferent on the other end of the line.

Jake, it’s Olivia. We need to talk. There was silence for a few seconds before he replied.

About what? It’s been so long. It’s about the girls. You’ve never wanted to know anything about them, but that needs to change.

Not for me, but for them. Jake sighed. Olivia, I’ve already made it clear.

I don’t want to be part of this. What do you want me to say? That I’m sorry? Because I’m not. Olivia’s heart tightened, but she kept her voice steady.

So you’ll never meet them? Never take any responsibility? I’ve moved on, Olivia. I think you should too. Before she could respond, the line went dead.

She stood there, holding the phone, trying to process the emptiness left by that conversation. It was the closure she needed, but also a harsh confirmation that Jake would never be part of her daughter’s lives. When Logan arrived that evening, he found Olivia sitting on the couch with the twins asleep beside her.

He sat down next to her, waiting silently for her to speak first. I talked to Jake. She finally said, breaking the silence.

Logan frowned. And how did it go? As I expected. He doesn’t want anything to do with them.

He feels nothing. Logan clenched his fists, his anger evident. He doesn’t know what he’s missing.

Olivia looked at her daughters and sighed. I didn’t do it for him. I did it for the girls.

I needed to be sure there was nothing left to expect from him. And now? Logan asked. Now I move on.

I don’t want the girls growing up under the shadow of a father who never cared. Logan nodded, admiring the strength Olivia was showing. He knew she still carried the pain, but he could also see a renewed determination in her.

The next morning, Logan surprised Olivia with a small gift. A notebook and an elegant pen. What’s this? She asked, curious.

A tool for you to plan your future. I want you to write down your goals and what you need to achieve them. We’ll work on it together.

Olivia smiled, touched by the gesture. Thank you, Logan. I don’t know what I’d do without you.

You do exactly what you’re doing now. Rebuilding. I’m just here to make sure you have every chance to succeed.

With Logan’s support, Olivia continued her studies, determined to create a better life for herself and her daughters. The confrontation with Jake had been painful, but it was also freeing. Now, she knew she no longer had to look back.

Days passed in an increasingly organized routine. Olivia now focused entirely on her studies and raising the twins, while Logan remained by her side, offering unwavering support. The relationship between the two grew deeper and more natural, marked by shared understanding and small acts of care.

One afternoon, as Olivia reviewed her notes in the living room, Logan walked in with a folder in hand and a mysterious smile. She looked at him, intrigued. What’s that? She asked, resting the notebook on her lap.

An opportunity, Logan replied, handing her the folder. Inside were documents and a preliminary contract. Olivia read the header, Project Assistant, Bennett Enterprises.

She frowned and looked at Logan, confused. Are you asking me to work for you? I’m not trying to pressure you, Olivia, but I thought this might be a good way for you to start your career while applying what you’re learning. It’s a temporary position with enough flexibility for you to keep studying and taking care of the girls.

Olivia hesitated, reading through the details of the contract. The offer was generous, but she still felt unsure. Working directly with Logan could be complicated, given the emotional bond they were building.

Logan, I’m not sure I’m the right person for this. I don’t have any experience. You have more than you think.

You’re learning quickly and have already shown you can handle challenges, and I’m not offering this as a favor. I genuinely believe in your potential. Logan’s words felt sincere, and Olivia could sense the weight of his encouragement.

She knew taking this job would be a big step, but she also feared she might not live up to expectations. After a few seconds of silence, Olivia finally took a deep breath and smiled faintly. All right, I’ll do it.

Logan smiled, clearly pleased. You won’t regret it. We’ll take things slow, and over time, you’ll see just how capable you are.

The next morning, Olivia was introduced to Logan’s team. Despite her initial nervousness, she quickly realized that he had chosen patient and understanding individuals to guide her. The job required organization, attention to detail, and the ability to manage deadlines.

TO BE CONTINUED…….