Logan POVAs I watched Anne’s face, the sudden shift in her expression was stark, her usual composure replaced by a raw, almost palpable anxiety. It was clear something—or rather, someone—had unnerved her greatly. “Are you all right?” I asked, concern coloring my tone as I tried to gauge the cause of her distress.She glanced at me, her eyes wide and shimmering with a mix of fear and uncertainty. “Yeah… I mean, no… I think I need to use the restroom. Please don’t mind,” she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.I was puzzled by her abrupt need for privacy but respected it nonetheless. “It’s fine. I’ll wait here by the bar until you come back. I want to introduce you to our guests together.” I gestured toward the restroom and then made my way to the bar to wait, leaning against the counter with a casual ease that seemed to draw a few admiring glances.As I stood there, declining a drink from the bartender, an old acquaintance, Gordon, approached with a respectful bow. “Alph
Kylie POVTucked behind the slightly ajar door of a janitor’s closet, I peered out, barely containing my amusement as Graham entered the ladies’ restroom. The scene unfolding before him was as chaotic as it was comedic. There stood Flora, clad only in her undergarments, her expression a mixture of indignation and mortification.Graham’s initial reaction was a nervous chuckle, mistaking the dire situation for a peculiar flirtation. “Flora, where the hell are your clothes? Don’t tell me you’re in the mood for something naughty,” he teased, the smirk on his lips wildly inappropriate for the seriousness of the predicament.Flora’s cheeks turned a fierce shade of crimson, her anger simmering beneath the cool surface. She managed to control her initial impulse to strike out at him, instead hurling sharp words like daggers. “This is not the time for your stupid jokes, Graham! Someone stole my clothes as a sick prank. Now stop gawking and help me!”The smile quickly faded from Graham’
Kylie’s POV.Behind the heavy curtains of Olivia’s stately living room, I stood hidden, my heart beating with anticipation. The drama that was about to unfold was my orchestration—a masterpiece of deception revealed. As Olivia, her posture rigid with outrage, slapped Flora, the sound echoed like a shot through the room. She raised the tape recorder high, a tool of revelation in her trembling hands, and pressed play.The first voice that emerged was unfamiliar, deliberately distorted to mask my involvement: “Your daughter-in-law, Flora, is faking pregnancy, and now she plans to fake a miscarriage.” The room fell deathly silent, the air thick with the weight of the accusation.Then, Flora’s own voice, unmistakable and clear, filled the room: “I’m going to plan a fake miscarriage after this fake pregnancy.” The simplicity and clarity of her admission, devoid of any context or excuse, struck a chilling chord.The impact was immediate. Flora, her face draining of color, stood frozen, he
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