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.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.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.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 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
My husband's hands felt light on my body. He was grabbing at the corset of my nightgown. I feltwarm and dreamy as we prepared to make love. To behold my husband without a shirt is awonderful thing. His tanned skin wraps over those big muscles of his. He is now grabbing at mewith a fierceness I don't recognize."Please stop, my darling. Here, let me help you."I move to undo my corset, but he slaps my hands away."Why did you do that, my love?"I am confused. First, something seems wrong. Not only is my husband grabbing atme with a roughness I don't recognize, but he is not speaking to me."What's the matter? Stop it!"Now, he is pawing all over me and won't stop.Is this the way my honeymoon night is supposed to go? We are bathed in a golden light, and the sheets are silk. I can feel the soft luxuriousness of the bed. What is happening? I try to situp to get away from the grabbing, but I can't because my body is pinned to the bed. I feel somefear snatching at me like
Kylie’s POV.The world spun as I opened my eyes, sand rough against my skin. Each breath was a struggle. “Am I… alive?” I wondered, barely able to lift my head. The taste of salt lingered on my lips, a cruel reminder of the ocean’s merciless grasp. Images flashed in my mind—Graham’s cold eyes, his betrayal, the icy water pulling me under.I tried to move, but my limbs felt like lead. “This is it,” I thought, “this is how I end.” As darkness threatened to claim me again, I saw a figure approaching. A woman, her outline blurred. My heart raced. “Not again, please not again.”She knelt beside me, her touch gentle but unfamiliar. Panic surged. I flailed weakly, trying to push her away. “Stay back! Don’t touch me!” My voice was a rasp, barely audible over the sound of the waves.“Easy, easy,” she said, her voice soothing. “I’m not here to hurt you.”I squinted, trying to focus. Her face came into view, kind eyes filled with concern. “Who are you?”“My name is Anne,” she said softly. “
Kylie’s POV.I woke up to the sound of birds chirping, sunlight filtering through the thin curtains. My heart pounded, my breath coming in ragged gasps. For a moment, I clung to the remnants of my dream, the vivid, glorious vision where I had finally confronted Flora.In my dream, the scene was set on a bustling street. Flora stood there, her face twisted in arrogance. “You thought you could ruin my life?” I shouted, my voice echoing off the buildings. People stopped and stared, murmuring amongst themselves.Flora sneered, “You were nothing, Kylie. Just a pawn in a game you didn’t even understand.”Rage fueled my movements. I stepped forward, grabbing her arm. “I’m more than you’ll ever be,” I hissed, my grip tightening. “And today, everyone will see who you truly are.”The crowd gasped as I yanked Flora closer, my voice dripping with contempt. “This woman,” I declared, “is a liar and a manipulator. She’s evicted my family, ruined lives for her gain.”Flora’s eyes widened, panic