Anna's POV
Children. Marriage. Prenups. The words swirled in my head like debris in a tornado. Not even twenty-five years old, and already I'd been through a divorce, nearly died in a suspicious "accident," and now faced a second marriage proposal. Most people my age were still figuring out their career paths or enjoying carefree relationships. Instead, I was running a corporation, navigating treacherous business deals, and apparently collecting marriage proposals like some people collected shoes.
I drew in a deep breath, wincing as the movement sent fresh pain through my shoulders.
"Logan," I began gently, "thank you for valuing me so highly, but I can't accept your feelings."
His expression didn't change. "Why not?"
The simple question deserved an honest answer. "Because I don't have those kinds of feelings for you. A marriage without love wouldn't be fair to you."
