Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 132

Kylan stepped into his office with a heavy heart, gathering a few essentials before heading back home. Katrina was recovering well; her bandages were off, and the bruises were fading, but the marks of her ordeal haunted him. Each glance at her healing wounds felt like a stab to his heart, a reminder of how he had failed to protect her. Clarence, their daughter, had been a source of joy, her laughter helping to dull the ache of guilt, but it wasn't enough to silence his inner turmoil.

With a long sigh, he packed a few documents into his bag, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. "I swore to protect them," he muttered to himself. "How could I let this happen?"

His thoughts were interrupted when Isabella walked into the room, her heels clicking softly against the floor. Her presence was unwelcome, but he kept his tone polite.

"Isabella, I don't need anything from you today. I'm just here to grab some things, then I'm heading home."

She smiled, but there was something unsettling in her gaze. "I understand, sir, but you must be so stressed. You've been through a lot lately."

Kylan didn't look up, brushing her off with a curt nod. "I'll manage. My focus is on my wife and daughter."

Undeterred, Isabella stepped behind him and placed her hands on his shoulders, beginning to massage them. "Maybe I can help you relax." Kylan tensed immediately and moved out of her reach. "What are you doing?"

She bit her lip, her voice dropping to a sultry tone. "Helping you, Kylan. You need someone who truly understands you, someone like me."

His chair scraped loudly against the floor as he shot to his feet, fury rising. "This is completely inappropriate. Step back, now."

Her boldness escalated as she unbuttoned her coat, revealing green lingerie. "I saw you," she whispered, her voice dripping with a twisted confidence. "You and Katrina, here in this office. I knew you were thinking of me the whole time. I see the way you look at me, Kylan. You love me. Crave me."

His stomach turned. "You spied on me and my wife?"

She stepped closer, ignoring his revulsion. "I wanted to give you what she couldn't."

Kylan shoved her back, his voice like ice. "Don't touch me. I love my wife, not you. I've never loved you. This ends now."

Isabella stumbled but quickly regained her footing, her expression twisting into a grotesque mix of heartbreak and anger. "You're lying! You've been denying your feelings for me, but I know you want me. I've done everything for you!"

He was done. Pulling out his phone, he dialed Ryan. "Get to my office immediately," he barked. Turning back to Isabella, his voice was sharp. "You're fired. Get out."

Her eyes widened in disbelief. "F-fired?"

"That's right. Pack your things and leave."

Her composure shattered, and she clutched her coat to her chest. Then, she began to laugh, a chilling sound that sent a shiver down his spine. "Perfect. If I'm not working here, there's nothing to stop us from being together." Kylan glared at her, his anger barely restrained. "You're delusional."

"No, you're blind!" she screamed, tears streaming down her face. "I did everything for you, Kylan! I made Katrina think you called her fat. I spread rumors about an affair. I even sent Dexter after her, hoping she'd leave you. I orchestrated everything to make her miserable!" His blood boiled as her confession sank in. "Did you... hire someone to hurt my wife?" His voice was low and dangerous, each word a promise of retribution.

Isabella froze, fear flickering in her eyes. "I... I... I did it for you!"

He slammed his fists on the desk, making her jump. "Answer me! Did you hire that man?"

She backed away, clutching her coat as if it could shield her. "Kylan, please... I love you."

room, his eyes narrowing as he took in the

voice steady but deadly. "Call security. Get her out of

understand as he retreated to call for

push her as she advanced. "You'll regret this, Kylan! I did everything

her. "You were the one

then began to scream. "You were even impressed with me! I could do Katrina's job. I can be a mother to Clarence. Why can't you

a step toward her. Isabella backed up in fear, seeing Kylan's rage in his eyes. "You will not harm Katrina or Clarence. I will make sure of that.

took in the tense scene. Isabella looked terrified,

never wavered from Isabella. "Get her

malice. She kicked and fought, tears streaking her face. "Kylan! Please, Kylan! I love you! Don't do this!" Security escorted her out as her screams echoed through the corridor. Ryan turned to Kylan, his brow furrowed. "What the hell just

He had to tell

her fat, staying late at work for no reason, and even orchestrating Dexter's harassment of my wife. She admitted to everything except the attack." Ryan and Max looked at

that, too. You don't just hire someone

you some time ago. We just didn't know her obsession when it comes to you could make her harm another woman." Kylan exhaled sharply, his hands gripping the edge of the desk until his knuckles turned

trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, you didn't even realize you

memory, but his lips twitched in the ghost of a smile.

agreed with a

turned to Kylan. "Lock down the company. Send a

he recognized Ryan's tone. "Did

put down the phone and

need to

him with a hand

"Not so fast. First, go to

confessed to all that, she's not done. This isn't just a workplace problem

"You guys go back to work. I can

and Ryan nodded. They knew if Kylan decided to do this on his own, he would not

the paperwork, detailing everything Isabella had admitted. The officer processing the request assured

Garrett Hale approached as Kylan wrapped up.

the restraining order. Mind if I tag along when you take it

nodded. "Sure. But fair warning,

chuckled. "I'll

on the floor with a box of crayons. Her smile lit up the room as Kylan entered. "Welcome

Kylan

stood and extended her hand. "Detective Hale, good to see

"Just doing my job. I wanted to check on you and ask a few more questions." He glanced at her arms and

replied. "Shall

office, Detective

the situation. "Kylan filed

believe

harassment, even the attackel.