Kylie’s POV.As the morning light streamed through the window, I woke up, stretching lazily. I glanced over to see Logan still asleep beside me, his expression peaceful. The events of last night replayed in my mind, each touch, each kiss, a testament to our deepening bond. “I’ve never felt like this before,” I thought, my heart swelling with emotions. “Logan is everything I’ve ever wanted.”Yet, as much as my heart was filled with love, my mind couldn’t shake off the mission that still lingered. Ruining Graham and Flora was not just a goal; it was a necessity. “I can’t get distracted now,” I reminded myself, though my thoughts kept drifting back to Logan.I sighed softly, trying to refocus. “Stay sharp, Kylie. You’ve come this far. Don’t lose sight of the bigger picture.” I slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Logan, and headed to the kitchen to make coffee. The aroma filled the air, grounding me as I planned my next moves.Later that day, I found myself talking to Damian, one o
Kylie’s POV.As I sifted through the myriad of Logan’s business ventures, my gaze landed on his pharmaceutical company. “Why haven’t I noticed this before?” I mused, feeling a spark of curiosity. The company had been facing many issues—dwindling profits, supply chain disruptions, regulatory challenges, and even a recall of a popular product due to quality concerns. My mind raced as I connected the dots. “Flora’s pharmaceutical company is doing well in the beauty products sector. This could be my chance to undermine her from another angle.”I delved deeper into the reports, my fingers flying over the keyboard as I analyzed the data. “Low profit margins, declining sales, and a damaged reputation,” I muttered, my thoughts aligning with each revelation. “This is perfect. If I can turn this company around, I can also lure Flora’s clients away and drive her business into the ground.”My confidence surged as I reviewed my own qualifications. “My major in college was pharmacology with a
Kylie’s POV.As Logan left my office, I watched him go, feeling satisfied and determined. The door closed behind him, and I turned my attention to the window. From there, I could see Flora being thrown out of the building by security. Her face was a twisted mask of fury and despair, her shouts echoing through the courtyard.“Prepare yourself, Anne! I won’t leave you easy!” Flora screamed, her voice dripping with venom. “I’ll find out who you really are, you and Logan both!”I couldn’t help but smile at her rage. “Poor Flora,” I thought, a smirk playing on my lips. “She’s scrambling in vain, like a moth to a flame. She doesn’t realize this battle was lost before it began.”I moved away from the window and sat back down in my chair, feeling the power of my position. “She still doesn’t know about the relationship between Anne and Graham,” I mused, tapping my fingers on the desk. “Once she finds out her precious man is already drooling over me, she’ll be in for the shock of her life.”
Kylie’s POV.I crouched in the shadows, my heart racing with anticipation. The moment I had been waiting for was about to unfold. Flora burst into Graham’s office, her face a mask of concern and confusion. “Graham!” she gasped, her chest heaving.Graham, unexpecting her visit, looked shocked to see her. “Flora, what are you doing here at this hour?”Flora, falling short of breath, said, “We need to get you to the hospital. Your secretary called and said you were very sick. What’s going on?”Graham’s eyes widened. “Flora, what are you talking about? I’m perfectly fine. Why would you think I’m sick?”Flora’s brow furrowed as she struggled to catch her breath. “Your secretary called me,” she insisted. “She said you needed to be taken to the hospital immediately.”Graham shook his head, a bewildered smile spreading across his face. “Flora, I think you’ve been pranked. I’m fine, see?” He spread his arms, showcasing his health.Flora, still uncertain, approached him and placed a hand
Kylie’s POV.I dialed Graham to finish our fallen-through dinner date, ready to ruin him further. I wouldn’t rest until Flora was utterly devastated. Simply taking Graham wasn’t enough; I needed to dismantle her world piece by piece. A smirk curled my lips as I waited for him to answer, having ignored his calls and texts for days. Now was the time to lure him back, to ensnare him even more tightly in my web.Graham answered on the first ring, his voice eager and desperate. “Anne! Finally, you called. Why have you been ignoring me? Did I do something wrong?”I bit back a laugh, keeping my tone sweet. “You didn’t reply to me after I left your office that day. The day you wanted to kiss me so badly.”His voice wavered, guilt creeping in. “I’m so sorry. Flora showed up right after you left and caused a scene. Please, forgive me.”I could picture him, torn between his guilt and his desire. “Who do you love more, Graham? Me or Flora?”There was a brief pause. I imagined his internal
Graham’s POV.My head pounded like a drum, my vision swimming in and out of focus as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. Someone was shaking me, their voice a distant, angry roar. I struggled to open my eyes, feeling like I was surfacing from a deep, dark ocean.“Graham! Wake up, you bastard!” Flora’s voice pierced through the fog in my mind, sharp and shrill. I blinked, my vision gradually clearing. Flora’s face came into view, twisted with fury.“What the hell…” I muttered, my throat dry and scratchy. I tried to sit up, the room spinning around me. “Where am I?”“You’re in a hotel room, you idiot!” Flora screamed, her face red with rage. “What have you done? Who were you with?”I ignored her for a moment, trying to piece together my fragmented memories. I looked down at myself, realizing I was nude. A wave of panic washed over me. “Anne… I was with Anne,” I thought, but the details were hazy. I couldn’t remember anything after we entered the room.Flora’s tirade continued
Kylie POV“It’s not what I want. But it’s what I have to do.”Those were the last words spoken by Graham. The last words he uttered to me before I bade him goodbye and left him behind in that seedy restaurant. Words that I had not expected to hear from him. Words that could set me back by weeks, if not months, in my quest for vengeance. Words that demanded an immediate change of plans. A course correction. A change of tack. I opened the door and went back to lie down on my bed.He came in quietly and locked the door silently. His probing eyes scanned my body from head to toe, searching for answers he could not find, looking for clues he could not spot. In the end, he did what he was best at. Sat down by my side and touched my forehead.“Are you sick?” Logan’s tone conveyed a genuine feeling of concern and worry, bewilderment and affection. “Anne, what’s going on?”“Nothing. Why?” I replied meekly and avoided making eye contact with him.“Why? Because you have not
Kylie POV“Ms. Anne, your 10 AM appointment is here,” the female employee managing the front desk informed me over the phone. “Mrs. Olivia Wilson has just arrived.”I was in my office—the corner office allotted to me by virtue of my designation as the General Manager of Logan’s pharmaceutical company, Novalife. The client I was scheduled to meet, the person who would bring me one step closer to my objective, had arrived for a meeting. She was none other than Olivia Smith Wilson, Graham’s mother.My ex-mother-in-law.She was now standing outside my door, waiting for an opportunity to meet me. I had been hiding from her since the day I survived Graham’s attempts to kill me. Now she was about to see my face for the first time.“Mrs. Wilson, Hi!” I stepped out of my office to greet her in person, breaching protocol. “Welcome to Novalife. Please come in.”Olivia was startled when she saw my face and heard my voice. As I had anticipated, she stood frozen in disbelief.
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,