Flash Marriage: In His Eyes-Chapter 262: Marry Me!

–Tyrona–

My plan failed—spectacularly. The moment that family left, I completely lost control. I smashed whatever was within reach, porcelain shattering against marble, glass screaming as it hit the floor. I was furious. No—furious wasn’t enough. My heart felt like it was about to explode inside my chest.

I came home in ruins, the dream wedding I had built in my head utterly crushed. I hate Livana. Even though she’s dead, it still feels like she’s alive—like she’s watching, laughing, winning.

"How?" I murmured, my voice trembling. I made sure Damon’s men were neutralized. The army in white—wait.

Is Damon handling Livana’s Empire?

Is he?

I shook my head hard, trying to throw the thought away.

He’s been isolated in that mansion, barely going out. But—no. He’s been in some villa. Yes. They’ve been there for days. A family outing?

Or maybe... Livana tricked us.

Maybe she’s not dead at all.

My head throbbed as I pressed my fingers to my temples, dizziness washing over me.

"Mommy!"

My son’s voice cut through the chaos. I turned and saw him standing there in his pajamas, small and perfect. His eyes lit up when he saw me.

"Pretty!" he exclaimed, clapping his hands at the sight of my wedding gown.

I dropped to my knees and opened my arms. He ran straight into me, and I wrapped myself around him, breathing him in. My sanctuary. My life.

"Don’t cry," he said softly, wiping my tears with his tiny hands.

And then Sky flashed in my mind—Damon’s son. Crying when he raised his voice. Apologizing even when he wasn’t wrong.

Yes. He doesn’t want me to be his wife.

He’s afraid of me. Afraid I’ll do something to his heir.

I might.

I might have failed to secure Damon as my husband—but I will not fail the next time.

–Jane–

Therapy had become mechanical. Stretch. Breathe. Repeat. The ache in my ribs had dulled into a tight, familiar pressure—annoying, but manageable. I could inhale fully now, feel my lungs expand without that sharp reminder that I’d almost been broken. Almost.

Sophia and Kai had stopped by briefly—hugs, updates, tension barely concealed—then they were gone again, flying back to the Philippines after Alyssa and Lore were kidnapped. The calm here felt fake because of that. Borrowed. Temporary.

"Jane, how about swimming?"

Deanne stood at the edge of the pool, sunlight sliding over her skin, white bikini bright against the blue. She looked effortless—beautiful curves, that faint bump announcing a future that didn’t involve bloodshed or ambushes.

"I’ll pass."

I didn’t even open my eyes. The reclining chair was too soft, molded perfectly to my back. Sunglasses shielded me from the glare. A massive umbrella cast cool shade over my face. The margarita in my hand was cold, salted rim biting pleasantly against my lips. I was seconds away from sleep, and I intended to stay there.

For weeks now, I’d done nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I slept. Deeply. Without dreams.

I ate when food appeared.

Caine cooked. Logan handled laundry, errands, everything else. Deanne and I were treated like fragile artifacts. The house ran itself—robot vacuums humming faintly, mopping, polishing, erasing any sign of human effort.

"Wow, babe. You look gorgeous." I heard Caine.

I turned my head. Immediate regret.

Caine and Deanne were kissing. Hands everywhere. Slow. Intimate.

I grimaced. Gross.

I turned away, lifted my glass, and took a long drink instead.

Logan dropped into the chair beside mine, his presence heavy even when he wasn’t touching me.

"What’s the news on Aly and Lore?"

He tilted the tablet toward me. The screen showed Alyssa mid-fight—fast, brutal, throwing Tyrona despite the size difference.

A laugh burst out of me before I could stop it—then pain flared sharp and fast. I sucked in a breath, hand instinctively pressing my side.

"Damn it," I muttered. "I can’t even laugh properly."

"I bet she wanted to punch Tyrona’s sister too," Logan said lightly, leaning closer.

He aimed for my cheek. I shoved his face away.

"Go away."

I heard Caine and Deanne laughing behind us.

"Hey," Logan said, unfazed, fingers brushing my arm. "Let’s go shopping. My treat."

"It’s L.A. At least you can enjoy the shopping centers here." Caine added to the idea.

"Oh, I like that!" Deanne exclaimed. "Yes, let’s do that!"

I wanted to roll my eyes.

"Whatever."

"Let’s get ready!" Deanne chimed.

Logan casually helped me up. I was too lazy to move, so he ended up carrying me inside. He gently laid me on the bed. I sprawled there, staring at the ceiling, contemplating why I ever got involved with this clingy man in the first place.

"Let’s stop fucking," I said out of nowhere.

"Like... breaking up with me?" Logan asked casually, tossing a dress beside me.

"Yeah."

"Oh." He didn’t look surprised—probably didn’t care. "That’s fine. We can break up now. When you’re recovered, we can fuck again."

"Go do it yourself, Logan. I hate you."

He only laughed.

Asshole.

I finally got dressed, reapplied sunscreen—with his help—and added a touch of light lipstick. I grabbed my purse. Yep. Everything I was wearing? He bought it. I put on a hat because it was hot as hell in L.A., and we hopped into Logan’s orange Hummer.

The mall was massive—boutiques everywhere. Deanne immediately intertwined her arm with Caine’s, clearly ready to drain half his wealth. Logan reached for my hand and laced his fingers with mine.

We went from store to store. I didn’t buy a single thing. I just sat there while Logan rummaged through racks like he was on a mission.

"Hey, this looks good on you," he grinned, handing me a dress.

"Nope." I shook my head.

He bought it anyway.

"You’re wasting money," I told him.

"Yeah, I know," he replied casually.

I rolled my eyes.

We moved on, and Deanne dragged Caine into a well-known jewelry store. Logan’s arm settled around my shoulders as we followed. Everything was paid in cash—no cards. No trails.

Logan tilted my chin up.

"What?" I asked, staring into those rare gray eyes.

"Clear diamonds don’t suit you." He kissed my lips.

"What am I supposed to do with diamonds?" I raised a brow.

"Let’s go clubbing tonight," Logan said. Caine and Deanne immediately agreed.

I sighed internally. Fine. I could drink. My ribs were almost healed, and I deserved to get drunk.

"Oh, this would look good on you, Jane," Deanne said, holding up a light brown, shield-cut diamond.

"I don’t need it."

"It’s not just for engagements or weddings," she insisted. "It’s fashion."

"Whatever," I mumbled.

She wasn’t wrong—it was pretty.

Logan gently nudged me aside, took the ring, and slid it onto my left ring finger. It fit perfectly.

"It looks good with your skin tone," he said casually.

I immediately removed it and handed it back to the man in the suit.

One million dollars.

That’s around fifty-nine million pesos.

I scoffed and shook my head.

"It’s pretty," I admitted. "Now let’s go. I’m starving."

"Wait! Let me pick a few more!" Deanne pouted.

"This is rare, Madam," the salesman told me. "A natural diamond."

I sighed. I had money. I could afford it. I just didn’t need it.

"Give her some champagne while my friend shops," Logan said.

I sat on a Hollister sofa as they handed me a freshly opened bottle. I took a sip, then another, while they continued shopping.

Deanne giggled nonstop. She looked genuinely happy with whatever she bought. They disappeared into a private room for transactions and finally returned.

I had already finished the bottle.

Standing up, I grabbed Logan’s arm.

I felt dizzy.

What the hell?

"Let’s eat!" Deanne said. "My feet are killing me." 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

"Why would you wear uncomfortable shoes?" I muttered.

And then—of course—they shopped for slippers.

Fifteen minutes. For slippers.

"Damn it," I grumbled.

Logan wrapped an arm around me. "Yeah. We’ve got thirty minutes before our reservation."

Caine waited patiently as Deanne finally decided.

"So," I said casually, "if you got married and your wife took forever choosing comfortable slippers... you’d probably get annoyed and divorce her."

"Not if I married you."

I froze.

Then I punched him square in the stomach.

He groaned instantly, coughing as he bent over.

"What the hell?" Caine exclaimed. "We turn around for two seconds and you’re already fighting?"

"It’s not me," I snapped, pointing at Logan. "He’s the problem."

Logan clutched his stomach, then dramatically hugged Caine like a wounded child. Caine patted his back.

"Ow," Logan pouted.

"What the hell?" Caine mouthed at me.

I shrugged, though my side throbbed sharply. My ribs weren’t fully healed yet. Bad move.

"Stop being dramatic," Deanne sighed. "Logan, hold this."

She shoved her sandal bag into his hands. He took it without complaint.

"Are we finally going to our reservation?" I asked.

She giggled. "I’m sorry. Yes."

Relief washed over me.

At the restaurant, we were led to a secluded table, far from prying eyes. The food arrived quickly—no waiting.

When dessert came, a stainless dome was lifted in front of me.

A cheesecake.

And a fancy stick stabbed into it.

Marry me!

With an exclamation point.

Logan grinned.

I flicked the sign away and ate the cheesecake without hesitation.

Deanne and Caine burst out laughing.

Logan wasn’t serious.

He was in love with someone else.

Maybe he was just bored—and I happened to be there.