Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' Chapter 105: His Past

Alia’s throat tightened.

Logan paused briefly before continuing, "Mrs. Perry, you seem to enjoy raising other people’s sons, but unfortunately, I don’t share that sentint."

"You’re being insolent!" Alia seed to have been struck in a sore spot, finally losing her temper. She trembled with rage and shouted,

"Logan, I’m your mother! How dare you speak to like this?!"

Logan lazily twirled a fruit knife between his fingers, his tone indifferent.

"Mrs. Perry, you’re well aware of what kind of worthless failure your adopted son is. If you’re interested in playing house with him, be my guest, but I have no patience for babysitting idiots."

"You—!" Alia’s face turned red with fury, her voice rising in anger. "In any case, the South City land will go to your brother, or don’t bla for what happens next!"

Logan drawled, "The South City land isn’t solely mine to decide. If I let it go now, Mrs. Perry, how exactly should I explain that to my shareholders?"

Alia scoffed, her tone arrogant. "That’s your problem. Regardless, you can’t let your brother suffer."

Logan nodded, casually setting down the fruit knife. He tapped his phone twice.

"When your adopted son squanders that piece of land, I’ll just play this recording for the shareholders."

"Logan!" Alia finally realized she’d been tricked. "You two are brothers! You should be helping each other! What kind of elder brother are you?!"

Brother? How laughable.

Logan’s expression was cold as he cast her a sidelong glance. "And what happened to the person who called you ’sister’? You stole her identity and her husband. Mrs. Perry, I wouldn’t dare repeat history by trusting an adopted son."

How could Alia not understand the aning behind his words?

Logan was mocking her for stealing Anna’s identity!

Her rage boiled over. "I was an adopted daughter and a mistress—do you think you’re any better?! Logan, no matter how high and mighty you act, you still ca out of my womb! You’ll always be a bastard! If you help your brother now, he’ll take care of you in the future!"

"And stop pretending—you think people don’t know what kind of filthy rat you used to be? You were willing to risk your life for a scrap of food! You’re disgusting, so what right do you have to look down on ?!"

"If Mrs. Perry knows what kind of person I used to be, then you should know better than to provoke ." Logan’s voice carried unmistakable disgust. "A man like —raised in violence, hands stained with blood—do you really want to test ?"

With a sharp whoosh, the fruit knife embedded itself into the sofa, making Alia freeze in terror.

Logan suddenly lost interest. He had thought this woman might have grown smarter, but she was still the sa—vile and foolish.

How ridiculous that this woman, who had never cared if he lived or died, was his biological mother.

He had crawled out of piles of corpses as a child, fought stray dogs for food, endured the most bitter and brutal suffering, only to return ho and find a "son" had already replaced him.

From then on, he beca an unwanted burden, a bastard no one acknowledged.

Mrs. Reid had asked him yesterday why he changed his surna.

Because when he was abandoned in the world, he only had the na Logan, no last na at all, and he didn’t even know that he was a mber of the Reid family. When the Reid Family "reclaid" him, he was forced to take their na.

But even after being given the Reid na, even as the biological son of the family, he remained the most disgraceful existence within it.

And now, after fifteen years, Alia still thought she could use his past to threaten him?

Logan walked out without hesitation.

In that instant, he transford back into the untouchable head of the Reid Family—cold, composed, and aristocratic.

No one would ever guess that beneath that refined exterior lay such an unspeakable past.

Jack was already waiting at the entrance. The mont he saw Logan step out, he quickly approached. "Sir, about the South City land..."

A sharp glint flashed in Logan’s eyes. "Since my dear brother has set his sights on it, let’s give it to him. Spread the word that I’m fully committed to securing that land."

Jack imdiately understood that his boss had his own plans. "Yes, sir! Did Mrs. Perry give you any trouble?"

Logan let out a mocking laugh. Trouble? Alia’s so-called trouble was hardly worth ntioning. He was keeping her around for now simply because there were still so things he needed to uncover.

Jack glanced at his watch before speaking respectfully. "Sir, Designer Turner is already waiting for you."

"And also... it seems Madam has encountered so trouble."

Logan adjusted his suit. "Who’s giving her trouble?"

"Mrs. Carter got into an argunt with Madam over a wedding dress."

A wedding dress. The Carter Family...

Logan’s gaze turned icy. Courting death. "Let’s go."

...

Selina stepped into the bridal boutique and, after explaining her appointnt to the staff, was led to the third floor.

Half an hour later, just as she finished changing into her wedding gown, she suddenly overheard two won speaking.

"Natalia, your wedding with Ryan is a major event for the Carter Family. Everything has to be perfect!"

"Oh my god, Natalia, you actually got Turner’s apprentice to design your dress? I’m so jealous!"

Selina narrowed her eyes slightly.

On the other side, Natalia strutted in, arm-in-arm with Jillian and Zoey, basking in their admiration.

Trailing behind them was a man—Sean White, one of Kevin’s registered apprentices in the country, a rising star in the design world.

Jillian’s face lit up as she admired the dazzling array of wedding gowns.

"Mr. White, we’ll have to trouble you to design a few more styles for Natalia. The Carter Family’s bride must make a grand entrance!"

Sean smiled. "Miss Natalia is a friend of mine. I’ll make sure she’s the most dazzling bride."

A sinister glint flashed through Natalia’s eyes.

For days, she had been overshadowed by Selina. Now that she finally had a chance to turn the tables, she would not let it slip away.

She turned to Sean, hinting, "Mr. White, didn’t you say you had reserved a special wedding dress just for ?"

Sean nodded. "It’s a design my ntor created two years ago—Galaxy River. He never found the right bride for it, but I believe it suits you perfectly."

Natalia feigned shock. "Galaxy River! That’s too precious!"

Kevin had won countless international awards, but his most renowned masterpiece was the legendary Galaxy River from two years ago.

A gown adorned with shimring stars, as breathtaking as the Milky Way itself. The mont it was unveiled, soone had even offered thirty million to purchase its design rights. But Kevin had refused.

And now, this wedding dress was about to be hers?

Jillian and Zoey were overjoyed. The more outstanding Natalia beca, the more it proved they had chosen the right person to support.

Sean led them up to the third floor. "The gown is kept in the collection cabinet. I’ll take Miss Natalia—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a figure stepped out of the styling room.

Selina had just changed into a wedding dress and had done a simple styling, completely unaware that she was about to run into Natalia.

She frowned slightly, preferring to avoid unnecessary drama, and turned to head toward the lounge.

Natalia’s expression darkened.

Why was Selina trying on a wedding dress?

Was Logan actually going to marry her?

If that happened, everyone would know that Selina was Mrs. Reid...

No. No way. She had to stop this!

A sudden thought crossed Natalia’s mind. Her eyes glead with malice, and she instantly put on a pitiful expression, her voice trembling with grievance.

"Sister... why are you wearing my wedding dress?"