All Chapters of Contract with My Ruthless Alpha: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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.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.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.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 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