His After The Heartbreak (BL) Chapter 122: Pity Card

Chapter 222- Pity Card

Logan's POV

"What do you an by that?" Lucas stamred, his voice shaking. "I don't understand what you're saying, Logan. Please... just don't hit . I don't want to be scarred today."

I narrowed my eyes, watching as he played his little victim act. It was almost laughable.

"If you really want this beating like you're asking for, Lucas, I'll give it to you a hundredfold," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "Because why the fuck are you recording a voice note of our conversation? Trying to make it look like I'm abusing you when, in reality, you're the abuser?"

His whole body tensed. Got you.

But, of course, being the manipulative piece of shit that he was, Lucas kept up his act. He slightly flinched, shifting backward like I was about to lunge at him, like he wanted to snap.

I clenched my fists. I could feel my anger rising, but I forced myself to stay still. I wasn't stupid—I knew exactly what he was trying to do. If I so much as touched him right now and he managed to record even a second of it, I was fucked.

I exhaled sharply and started walking toward him. Each step was slow, deliberate, my boots stomping against the floor. Lucas's body stiffened, but sothing about his stance made pause.

He was positioning himself—angling his body, shifting slightly—so that I would reach him faster.

Desperate little bastard.

I smirked. And instead of going straight for him, I veered to the side—toward the dining table. Reaching under it, I pulled out a small, hidden cara.

Then I laughed. Low. Devious.

"What do we have here?" I drawled, lifting it between my fingers.

Lucas froze.

The color drained from his face.

He tried to mask it, to keep his expression blank, but the fear was visible. His hands twitched. His lips parted slightly like he wanted to say sothing, but nothing ca out.

I stepped closer, twirling the cara between my fingers. "You know, when I was pushing you down the stairs earlier, I dropped this cara to tape everything—every single thing that happened after." I tilted my head, smirking. "So you wouldn't try to twist the story like you're doing now."

Lucas's eyes widened.

He thought I was lying. Thought I was bluffing when I told him I was always a hundred steps ahead.

Well. Now he knew.

I knew this was going to happen. I knew he'd try to play the victim, to twist things, to blackmail .

And now? I had proof.

Not just the nudes of every single mber of his fucking family—

But also a full recording of him trying to blackmail .

Threatening to expose my sexuality.

Trying to force back into being his bitch.

More and more proof.

It's over for you, Lucas.

And just like that, I saw it—the mont he realized he had lost.

His expression flickered, desperation creeping into his eyes. He wanted to fix this, to cover his dirty tracks, to find another way out.

"Why would you do this to , Logan? Why would you record us having sex and threaten to post it?" Lucas asked, forcing a smile like he wasn't about to shit himself.

I laughed. I knew exactly what was happening.

I knew exactly what he was trying to do.

"So now you're telling I have to empty my bank account, steal from my own family, and hand it all over to you before you'll delete the video? And if I don't, you're going to leak it?"

"Logan, please," he whined, still trying to look innocent. "I'm your boyfriend. I love you. Please don't blackmail . Because if you do, I swear, I'll kill myself. And my blood? It's going to be on your hands."

I stared at him, unimpressed.

This guy...

He was really pulling out all the stops. Acting like a whole victim. Even bringing up suicide to manipulate .

The fuck did he think this was? A soap opera?

I was so sure that even a judge wouldn't fall for this kind of weak-ass performance. The tears weren't even real.

I turned my head slightly, glancing at Tyler and Naomi. They were both staring at Lucas like he'd grown a second head.

Exactly.

Who wouldn't be shocked? This was so next-level bullshit.

I had plans to deal with those two later, but right now, my focus was on the real problem—this manipulative bastard who was trying to fra , recording our conversation just so he could use it as "proof" that I was bullying him.

If I didn't have my own proof, he would've already gone ahead and twisted the story, leaked so edited-ass audio, and suddenly, I'd be his little bitch.

Or whatever the fuck he wanted to call it.

My lips curled into a smirk. Then I burst into laughter.

Lucas flinched, looking at like I had lost my mind. Like he couldn't believe his gaslighting wasn't working.

Yeah. It's not working, dumbass.

He was still recording, thinking he had sothing useful. He should just put his damn phone down because it was a waste of storage space. Nothing he recorded here was going to hold up anywhere, let alone in court.

"Lucas, you really need to do better," I said, shaking my head. "Like, seriously. You actually think a judge is going to believe this?"

I stepped closer, looking him straight in the eye. "That's not how suing works, dear."

"If this is the kind of proof you plan to present in court, then I can already tell you—you haven't even started yet." I smirked. "In fact, you're probably the one who's going to end up paying for damages."

I leaned in slightly, lowering my voice.

"Because this? This isn't it."

"You didn't just co into my house without telling , using the key I gave you and forgot about—but you also had the fucking audacity to sleep with my house help."

"I stared at Lucas, my blood boiling. "You slept with my house help."

And as if that wasn't enough, you still had the nerve to flirt with . To manipulate . And now? Now you're recording our conversation, trying to prove that I'm the toxic one?

I let out a bitter laugh. "You took an audio," I repeated, shaking my head. "Trying to paint as the bad guy. Trying to twist everything so people think I'm the problem."