Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 130

As Isabella plotted and schemed, Katrina woke up that morning to the warmth of Kylan's embrace, their night before filled with love and tenderness. His cheerful mood carried into the day, and he left for work with a spring in his step. After changing Clarence and completing their morning routine together, Katrina hummed a soft tune while Clarence toddled behind her, clutching a toy. She headed into the living room, considering how she might spend the day, perhaps writing while Clarence played by her side. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door opening. Katrina froze, her breath catching as she turned to see a rough-looking man step inside and lock the door behind him.

"Who... who are you?" she managed, her voice trembling.

The man smirked, his gaze unsettling. "Just someone here to make your day interesting."

Her heart pounded as she edged behind the sofa, putting some distance between them. "You need to leave. Now."

He chuckled darkly and took a step closer. "Not until I get what I came for."

"What do you want? I can give you money, jewelry-whatever you need." She tried to keep her voice steady.

"Not interested." His tone was casual, but his intent was clear. "I want you."

Katrina's instincts screamed at her to protect Clarence. She grabbed a teacup from the table and hurled it at the intruder, the porcelain shattering against his arm. When he lunged, she threw a pot, then another cup, before darting toward the kitchen. But he was fast. He caught her wrist, his grip like iron, and yanked her back. She twisted and struck him across the face, but the force sent her tumbling against the kitchen island, pain flaring in her ribs as she hit the edge and crumpled to the floor.

Gritting her teeth, Katrina crawled away, gasping for breath. The man grabbed her ankle, dragging her back, but she thrashed and kicked with everything she had. "No! Let go of me!"

He pinned her down momentarily, his weight crushing, but she managed to bring her knee up sharply, hitting him where it hurt most. He groaned, releasing her momentarily, and she scrambled to her feet. Blood trickled from scratches on her legs as she staggered toward the drawer to grab a knife, her hands trembling.

"Stop!" she cried as he yanked her back by her hair. He grinned, clearly enjoying her defiance, but her determination to protect Clarence outweighed her fear. She stomped on his foot and jabbed her elbow into his nose, breaking free. "You're tougher than you look," he sneered, wiping at his face, which now glistened with blood.

Before she could respond, he shoved her toward the small glass partition by the kitchen. The impact shattered it, and Katrina collapsed amid shards, the glass cutting into her arms and legs as she struggled to crawl away.

"Mommy?" Clarence's small, frightened voice rang out, and Katrina's heart sank. Her daughter stood at the edge of the living room, clutching a stuffed toy.

"No!" Katrina screamed as the man turned toward Clarence. "Stay away from her!"

The man sneered. "You should've stayed quiet." He stepped toward the child, but Katrina, fueled by a mother's instinctive fury, launched herself at him, grabbing a shard of glass. She slashed at his arm, forcing him to stumble back with a curse. Clarence ran to her mother, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Mommy!"

Katrina scooped her daughter into her arms, blood smearing onto Clarence's pajamas as she bolted for the bathroom. Once inside, she locked the door and slid to the floor, holding Clarence tightly. Her breathing was shallow, her body trembling. She reached for her phone and dialed emergency services. "Help... I need help," she whispered, her voice weak.

"Ma'am, what's your emergency?" the operator asked calmly.

"A man broke into my home. I fought him off, but I'm hurt. My daughter... she's only two. Please send help quickly."

"We're dispatching police and an ambulance now. Are you safe?"

Katrina's voice cracked. "We're locked in the bathroom. Please hurry." She hugged Clarence tighter. "I'm two months pregnant," she added softly.

"You're incredibly brave. Stay with us, ma'am. Help is on the way."

Tears streamed down Katrina's face as she whispered soothing words to Clarence. "It's okay, sweetheart. The superheroes are coming."

Clarence sniffled and nodded, her small hand clutching her mother's. "Okay, Mommy."

The sound of the front door breaking open jolted Katrina back to the moment. "They're here," she breathed into the phone.

heavy boots thudded down the hall. A voice

to yell,

as a medic moved to take Clarence from her arms. "Please... call my husband. He needs to be here for her," she murmured

~0~0~0~

in complete disarray. Tears streamed down his face, but beneath them, a storm of rage brewed. He looked up as a doctor

you like to come see your

his voice hoarse.

to follow her. She led him to a room where Clarence lay on the bed, her arm in a cast and a patch on her forehead. The doctor offered an encouraging smile. "Here she is. I'm about to tend to her, but she'll need you to be by her side." Kylan rushed to Clarence's bedside, his eyes catching the smudges of blood that someone,

beamed up at him, her

sat on the bed and hugged her gently.

rubbed her tired eyes.

strained smile, fighting back

returned with a hospital gown. "Your daughter needs to wear this. The police have already taken pictures of her injuries, so

her clothes and into the

to a waiting officer. "I'll tend to Clarence now, but the police need to ask you a

lap, keeping an arm securely around her. "That's

hand. "Detective Garrett Hale. I'm so sorry about what happened. Our hearts go out

to know if you're aware of anyone who might have a grudge

head firmly. "No.

with us speaking to

course," Kylan

back is remarkable. We'll give you some time with her once she wakes up, but we'll need to talk to her after that." Kylan nodded, kissing

done. No stitches were needed. She'll heal just fine, but those cuts need to stay wrapped up for now. The one on her head isn't

agreed, holding Clarence close.

colleague to see if she's ready

arms. When Dr. Lee returned,

"Follow me." Kylan picked up Clarence and hurried

were wrapped in bandages, her neck

another doctor in the room.

windpipe, and numerous facial contusions. We were initially concerned about her eye, but

"And the baby?"

doctor smiled gently. "The baby is

closer to Katrina's bedside. "Can I stay

course. We'll give

sat beside her, holding her hand. Clarence reached out, placing

sleeping," Kylan

"Wake?"

promised. "She'll wake

yawned and snuggled

to shield her and Clarence from harm. The sight of her fragile form, bruised and battered, haunted him. He couldn't stop replaying the "what ifs" in his head, each one slicing deeper into his

sat in the

Clarence curled up

they'd all been laughing in the park. Clarence had