Kylie’s POV.Behind the tense scene at the store, Logan’s presence immediately shifted the atmosphere. The shopkeeper, recognizing Logan's authority, quickly subdued his aggressive demeanor, his eyes widening as he realized whom he was confronting.“Do you think you can offer a better compensation than what Luna has already given?” Logan’s voice, calm yet edged with command, cut through the night air, pinning the shopkeeper in place with his steady gaze.The man’s face paled, his earlier bravado dissipating into the cool evening air as he stuttered a hasty apology, bowing repeatedly. “No, Alpha, I... I’m very sorry. It was out of line,” he murmured, his voice a mixture of fear and respect as he glanced anxiously between Logan and me.Standing a few steps back, I felt a surge of pride mixed with relief washing over me. Logan hadn’t just stepped in to defuse the situation; he had reaffirmed my status and respect in front of a stranger. This intervention wasn’t merely about protecting
Kylie’s POV.The morning light spilled into Logan’s office, catching the glint of determination in his eyes as he looked up to see me at the door. I felt the fabric of my new dress hug my frame, each thread woven with a mix of newfound confidence and slight apprehension about the path I had embarked upon.“Anne, you look... formidable,” Logan began, his voice even and measured, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. His gaze swept over me, appreciative yet not overly surprised. He had seen many beautiful women in his life; his calm acknowledgment was a reminder of his experience.“Thank you, Logan,” I replied, allowing myself a small smile, feeling the weight of his approval bolster my spirits. “It feels different, powerful.”He nodded, his expression shifting to one of a mentor preparing to impart wisdom. “Outer appearance can certainly forge a path to confidence, but it’s just the beginning, Anne. To truly embody the role of Luna, there’s much you need to learn and master.”
Kylie’s POV.Submerged in the cool water, my heart pounding against my ribcage, I watched Graham approach the pool. My immediate reaction was to dive deeper, letting only my eyes hover above the surface, camouflaged by the gentle ripples. I hadn’t expected him here, right now, and the sight of him sparked a visceral anxiety that urged me to hide. As he lounged by the poolside, laughing with friends, oblivious to my presence, I gathered my composure, plotting my next move.Logan, who had been a comforting presence beside me, excused himself for a moment to attend to some matters, his voice low and reassuring. “I’ll be right outside if you need me, Anne,” he said. His departure, though inconvenient, provided an unexpected opportunity to act without his watchful eyes interpreting my every move.With Graham distracted, I eased out of the water, my movements deliberate and unnoticed. Wrapping a towel around my shoulders, I scanned the area, my eyes landing on a potential accomplice—an
Kylie’s POV.With each new day, the familiar landscape of the swimming pool seemed less daunting. Rather than casting a harsh light on my fears, the morning sun now highlighted the progress I’d made under Logan’s patient instruction. Despite the lingering intimidation from my initial encounters with water, the consistent lessons had become a valuable exercise in overcoming my limits. Logan’s unwavering support was crucial, not just for my swimming skills but also for healing the deeper emotional wounds I carried.Today, as Logan and I approached the pool once again for another lesson, a sudden realization hit me—Flora, my nemesis, was not just a personal threat but a direct business competitor to Logan. This added layer of complexity to our interactions wasn’t just about personal revenge; it was a strategic battle, a clash of corporate titans where Logan’s power significantly overshadowed Graham’s.“Logan,” I began, pausing at the edge of the pool, my voice tinged with a mix of dete
Kylie’s POV.The dead of night enshrouded the room, a blanket of silence so profound it seemed the world outside had ceased to exist. Every corner was bathed in shadows, and the only sound was the rhythmic whisper of my own breath, harmonizing with the distant hum of the city. The night had wrapped its serene, dreamlike calm around me—a stark contrast to the sudden unease that prickled at the back of my neck, an instinctive warning that the peace was about to be shattered.My eyes snapped open to confront the source of my discomfort: a looming shadow at the foot of my bed, the menacing glint of a dagger slicing through the scant moonlight filtering through the curtains. Adrenaline surged through my veins, slicing through the remnants of sleep with its sharp clarity. Yet, despite the clear and present danger, my mind, honed by years of navigating far graver threats, remained eerily calm.“Who are you?” I asked, my voice steady despite the pressing blade.The woman’s smirk was all sh
Kylie’s POV.As I trained tirelessly in the days leading up to the banquet, I constantly reminded myself: “I must learn and thrive to become a powerful Luna. At the upcoming event, I must prove my status.” The swimming pool, once a canvas of my fears, had transformed into a crucible where I forged my resolve. Under Logan’s vigilant guidance, every stroke and dive became more than just physical movements; they were deliberate acts of empowerment. The water no longer symbolized fear but represented the fluidity and adaptability required of a leader.Parallel to my aquatic training, dance practice intertwined seamlessly with my swimming regimen, with each discipline informing the other. The dance studio, with its echoing taps and sweeps, resonated with the rhythm of my increasing confidence. I learned to carry myself not just as someone moving to music but as a leader moving through the world. “This is who you need to be,” I would whisper to myself in front of the studio mirrors, wa
Kylie’s POV.The music and laughter of the banquet had barely faded into a soft murmur when Graham’s demeanor shifted from confusion to suspicion. His eyes, sharp and unyielding, remained locked on me even as the crowd around us moved in oblivious mirth. Standing beside me with a hand lightly resting on the small of my back, Logan seemed momentarily unaware of the tension brewing.“Graham, I assure you, this is Anne,” Logan reiterated with a calm that belied the undercurrent of strain in his voice. His introduction at the banquet had been clear, but it hadn’t dispelled Graham’s doubts.Graham’s laugh was short and devoid of humor. “Come on, Logan. You expect me to believe that? She’s Kylie. I know my wife,” he protested, his voice rising slightly, drawing curious glances from nearby guests.“I understand this is hard for you, Graham, but I’m not who you think I am,” I said, my voice steady, projecting a confidence I hoped would quell his insistence. Inside, my heart raced—each beat
Kylie’s POVAs the tension from the evening’s events still lingered, I watched Graham retreat to the restroom, clearly flustered and embarrassed by the spilled wine. My instincts told me to help him, despite the turmoil he had caused earlier. Logan, sensing my intent, stepped forward to follow.“Should we help him?” I asked quietly, glancing at Logan.Logan nodded. “I have an extra shirt in the car. Let’s head to the valet and get it.”We made our way through the bustling party, weaving between guests who were blissfully unaware of the drama unfolding. As we reached the entrance, Logan flagged down a valet. “Could you please bring my car around? There’s something I need from it.”The valet nodded and hurried off. As we waited, I turned to Logan. “Thank you for this. I know it’s not your responsibility, but it means a lot.”Logan gave me a reassuring smile. “It’s nothing. Graham might have been out of line, but everyone deserves a chance to save face.”We stood in silence for a m
Kylie’s POVFlora leaves the hospital, her triumphant laughter echoing in my ears. My hands clench into fists, anger simmering beneath my calm exterior. “She thinks she’s won,” I mutter to myself, my determination hardening. “But this is just the beginning.”I turn to my family, their faces etched with worry and confusion. My mother steps forward, her eyes searching mine. “Kylie, what’s going on? Is everything alright?”I take a deep breath, forcing a reassuring smile. “Mom, Dad, I promise you, everything will be fine. Flora is just trying to stir trouble. I have everything under control.”My father frowns, his concern evident. “Are you sure, Kylie? This sounds serious.”“I’m sure,” I reply firmly. “I’ve dealt with worse. Trust me, I’ll handle this.” I squeeze my mother’s hand, trying to infuse her with some of my confidence. “Please, just go home and stay safe. I’ll keep you updated.”My brother steps forward, his expression a mix of anger and protectiveness. “You’re not alone i
Kylie’s POV.As I drank the milk, I felt a surge of satisfaction. I knew Olivia was watching me closely, awaiting any sign of an allergic reaction. She had no idea that I had taken allergy medication beforehand to counter any symptoms. “You won’t catch me that easily,” I thought, suppressing a smirk.I had anticipated Flora’s interference. Her persistence was admirable, but ultimately futile. I had installed surveillance at Graham’s house the moment I moved in, a precaution that now proved invaluable. The cameras had captured Flora’s visit to Olivia, and I had watched the footage with a mixture of amusement and irritation.Flora had been thorough, I had to give her that. She had tracked down the swimming coach I initially went to, learning about my fear of water. She had also managed to snap a photo of Logan and me, further fueling her suspicions. “Flora, always digging,” I mused. “You think you’re clever, but I’m always one step ahead.”I handed Olivia the empty glass, her eyes se
Kylie’s POV.Graham stormed into the room, his eyes blazing with fury as he saw Logan and me locked in a kiss. “Logan, get away from her! She loves me, not you,” he shouted, his voice shaking with anger. I was taken aback by his sudden appearance. I hadn’t anticipated this.“How could he find us here? Why now?” I thought, swallowing my emotions to keep my plan intact.Logan pulled away from me, his face hardening. He knew the plan, but his possessive, protective part couldn’t tolerate Graham’s audacity. “You’re delusional, Graham,” Logan retorted, stepping between us. “She doesn’t love you. She never did.”Graham’s fists clenched, his body trembling with rage. “You don’t know anything, Logan! Anne and I have a chemistry. We belong together.”I tried to interject, raising my hands to calm them both. “Graham, Logan, please. This isn’t helping anyone.”But Logan’s anger was palpable, his wolf simmering just below the surface. “Chemistry? You mean the chemistry where you always trail
Kylie’s POV.Reuniting with my family had infused me with renewed strength and determination. Sitting around the kitchen table, I explained the next part of my plan to my parents. “I need you to take back the complaint against Graham,” I said, my voice steady but firm.My parents exchanged confused glances. My father was the first to speak, his brow furrowed in concern. “But Kylie, you were the one who asked Michael to capture Graham in the first place. Why are you asking us to withdraw the case now?”I took a deep breath, knowing I had to make them understand. “I wrote to Michael to capture Graham for a reason,” I began, looking directly into their eyes. “I needed to win over Graham’s family. They would never trust me as Anne, and since we’re competitors in business, they’d always be suspicious. By having Michael capture Graham, I’ve created an opportunity to gain their trust and make them my pawns.”My mother’s face softened with understanding, but there was still a flicker of wo
Kylie’s POV.Flora's unwavering determination had shaken me more than I cared to admit. I sat in my office, my mind reeling from her confrontation. For the first time in a long while, I felt a pang of fear. She had come too close to the truth, and her persistence was unnerving.Just as I was trying to collect my thoughts, Logan walked up to me. His expression was stern, his anger still palpable. Despite his frustration, he couldn't hide the concern in his eyes. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice gruff but tinged with worry.I nodded, trying to steady my voice. "Yeah... I'm just fine."He studied me for a moment, his eyes softening slightly. "You don't look fine, Kylie. Flora's getting out of control, it seems."I met his gaze, feeling a surge of gratitude despite our tension. "Thank you, Logan, for everything. I know you're still angry with me, but I appreciate you checking on me."Logan sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I am angry, Kylie. But I can't just stop caring ab
Kylie’s POV.The confrontation with Logan lingered in my mind like a dark cloud. His words had cut deeper than I cared to admit. I had grown so attached to him that any confrontation, especially one so intense, hurt me more than I was willing to show. My heart ached with a mix of regret and stubborn resolve.Despite my reluctance, I forced myself to go to the office. As the General Manager, I had responsibilities that couldn't be ignored, no matter how much I wanted to stay hidden away. With a heavy heart, I headed to Novalife, hoping the day's work would distract me from my emotional turmoil.Sitting in my office, I found it impossible to focus. Logan's angry words echoed in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness that had settled in my chest. I stared blankly at the documents before me, unable to muster the energy to care about them.Suddenly, the door to my office opened. I looked up to see Flora, now relegated to cleaning duty, hesitating at the threshold. She g
Kylie’s POV.The video opened with a shaky handheld shot of Kylie, bruised and visibly terrified. She stumbled backward, her eyes wide with fear. Her lips trembled as she pleaded, “Please, don’t do this…” The camera captured her every movement, but the person holding it remained out of sight, their presence felt only through the sinister silence.The backdrop was a familiar dock, the ocean’s waves crashing ominously against the rocks. Kylie’s dress was torn, and she clutched at her side as if in pain. The desperation in her voice was palpable as she tried to reason with her unseen assailant. “How... How can you do this to me...”Before she could finish, a harsh push sent her sprawling into the icy water. The camera followed her descent, capturing the splash and her frantic struggle to stay afloat. The video cut off abruptly as she disappeared beneath the surface, leaving viewers with a haunting image of helplessness and terror.I posted the video across multiple social networks, kn
Kylie’s POV.Hearing the news of Graham and Flora's divorce from Logan had given me a sense of satisfaction. But it wasn't enough. I wasn't done until Flora was completely broken. There was still so much more to do. As my car headed to the office, I saw Flora walking alone, looking like she was barely holding it together. Her clothes were tattered, her face pale and drawn, a far cry from the confident woman she used to be."Stop the car," I commanded the driver, my eyes never leaving Flora's pitiful figure. "Wait here."Stepping out, I approached her cautiously, keeping a safe distance to observe her unnoticed. She was muttering angrily to herself, her voice a mixture of despair and venom. "Anne… that bitch. She's the reason for all this. She should burn in hell. It's all her fault. I hope she rots."I couldn't suppress a smirk. Seeing her in such a state was more satisfying than I had imagined. I coughed a few times to grab her attention, and she turned around, startled, her eyes
Logan’s POV. The phone feels heavy in my hand as I call Marcus. The urgency in my voice is unmistakable. “Marcus, I need you to gather a few soldiers and meet me at the warehouse by the dock. Anne has been kidnapped. We need to move fast.”Marcus doesn’t hesitate. “We’re on it, Logan. We’ll be there as quickly as possible.”I know I’ll reach the warehouse before them, but waiting isn’t an option. Anne’s safety is my priority, and I’ll protect her at any cost, even if it means risking my own life. I hang up and rush to my car, retrieving the handgun from the glove compartment. Six bullets. I need to use them wisely.The drive to the warehouse is a blur of flashing lights and honking horns. My heart pounds in my chest, a relentless drumbeat of fear and determination. The city’s shadows seem to close in around me, amplifying the urgency of the situation. As I pull up to the warehouse, I see the hulking, decrepit building looming in the dim light. This place is a labyrinth of danger,