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.
Logan’s POV.I stand by the window in my office, looking out over the city skyline. The sun is setting, casting long shadows across the streets below. There's important business to discuss with Ethan Wilson, Graham's father, and a long-time business partner. We need to finalize the details of a new partnership that could significantly benefit both our packs. I know I need to act swiftly and decisively.I call my driver and head to Ethan's office. As the car winds through the busy streets, my mind is calm, thinking about the productive meeting ahead. This deal could be a game-changer for both of our businesses. Ethan and I have had a solid working relationship for years, and I trust his business acumen.Upon arriving at the office, the receptionist greets me warmly. "Good evening, Mr. Logan. How can I assist you today?""I have some urgent business to discuss with Mr. Ethan Wilson," I reply, my tone firm yet polite."Of course, sir," she says, nodding. "One moment, please."She ma
Kylie’s POV.Flora’s audacity is infuriating. How dare she try to undermine everything I have built? I learned about her scheme to import cheap drugs from Thailand, rebrand them, and sell them at exorbitant prices. This was more than just unethical; it was criminal.My phone buzzes, and I see it’s my trusted beta, Mark. "Luna," he begins, his voice serious, "I've found out why Flora is so desperate.""Go on," I urge him, already feeling the anger simmering just below the surface."It turns out Flora’s company was on the verge of being acquired by our company. To prevent this, she resorted to these fraudulent tactics. She purchased those cheap drugs from Thailand, replaced the bottles with her company's labels, and sold them at high prices to keep her business afloat. Not only that, but she also wanted to snatch away one of our major clients through deception."I grip the edge of my desk, my knuckles turning white. "I guessed so!"Mark nods, his expression grim. "Yes, Luna. She’s
Kylie’s POV.Flora kneels before me, her eyes wide and pleading. “Please, Anne, don’t report me to the clients,” she begs, her voice trembling. “If they find out, everything I own will be ruined. You can’t do this to me.”I look down at her, a cold smile playing on my lips. “Oh, Flora, you think you can just beg for mercy, and I’ll let you off the hook?” I shake my head slowly. “You’re pathetic. You should have thought about the consequences before you decided to deceive everyone.”Her desperation deepens, and she clasps her hands together as if in prayer. “Anne, I swear, I did it all for the company. I didn’t know it would come to this. Please, just give me another chance.”I tilt my head, feigning sympathy. “Another chance? After everything you’ve done? You stole from us, you lied to your clients, and you betrayed everyone who trusted you. And now you expect me to just forgive and forget?”Flora’s face contorts with a mix of anger and fear. “I had no choice! My company was going
Kylie’s POV.I sit at the head of the conference table, projecting confidence as I present Novalife’s latest business proposal. The client, a significant player in the pharmaceutical industry, listens intently, nodding occasionally. Their interest is palpable, and I can sense the deal slipping into our grasp.“With our expanded production capabilities,” I explain, “Novalife can seamlessly fill the gap left by Flora’s company. We assure you not only competitive pricing but also unparalleled quality and reliability.”The client’s representative, Mr. Henderson, leans forward, his eyes sharp and inquisitive. “Ms. Anne, your proposal is impressive. However, we need guarantees that Novalife can maintain this level of supply without compromising on quality.”I smile, ready for this question. “Absolutely, Mr. Henderson. Our facilities have undergone significant upgrades, and we’ve implemented rigorous quality control measures. We can even arrange a tour of our main plant, so you can see ou
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,