Logan and Nathalie treat me this way, toying with my emotions as if I were some object. 

Isn't it enough that I have already suffered so much pain from not being accepted by my father, even though I gained the love of a mother?

Tears stream down my face uncontrollably. My heart aches for Jake. We were both pawns in this sick game orchestrated by Logan and Nathalie. 

They know each other, but my mind drifted back to the time when Logan mentioned Nathalie as if he knew her. 

When I questioned him, he vehemently denied it, insisting he didn't know her. Now, everything starts to make a twisted kind...