Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss (Kylan and Katrina)

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."

At that moment, Ryan burst into the room, his eyes narrowing as he took in the scene. "What's going on?"

Kylan turned to him, his voice steady but deadly. "Call security. Get her out of here."

Ryan seemed to understand as he retreated to call for security.

Isabella's screams echoed through the office as Kylan moved out of her way and continued to push her as she advanced. "You'll regret this, Kylan! I did everything for you! Everything! I even fixed your company for you!"

Kylan stopped as he narrowed his eyes at her. "You were the one who spread about my marriage..."

Isabella's eyes widened. "I fixed it for you," she repeated. She 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 see that?"

"You will not touch my family, Isabella!" Kylan shouted back as he took 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. Once you touch even a hair of my family, I will do everything I can to put you behind bars."

Ryan hurried into Kylan's office, followed closely by Max and two security guards. His sharp eyes took in the tense scene. Isabella looked terrified, her coat clutched to her chest as she struggled against reality. Kylan looked like he was about to hurt her. "Kylan!" Ryan barked.

Kylan's glare never wavered from Isabella. "Get her out of here. She's fired."

Max stepped forward, gripping Isabella's arm firmly but without 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 happened?"

Now left alone by Isabella, Kylan sank into his chair, his hands trembling. His thoughts raced as he recalled everything that had just happened. He had to tell Katrina everything. This nightmare had to end, and the truth was the first step. "She confessed." "To what?" Ryan pressed, his expression darkening.

Kylan's voice was heavy with disbelief. "All of it. The fake cheating scandals, making Katrina think I called 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 each other, their suspicions proved true.

Max crossed his arms, his expression grim. "She might be behind that, too. You don't just hire someone to harass someone without escalation. If she's capable of this, she's capable of worse."

Ryan sat at one of the chairs in front of Kylan's table. "We had this suspicion for so long. Aaron also noticed the signs when he visited 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 white. "I should've seen this coming. Am I blind or just plain stupid?"Owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Max smirked, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey, you didn't even realize you loved her until we had that contract marriage."

Kylan flushed at the memory, but his lips twitched in the ghost of a smile. "Touché." Straightening, he shook his head. "I need to tell all of this to Katrina."

"You better," Max agreed with a nod.

Ryan's phone rang and he took it immediately. He then sat up, alert. "What?" He turned to Kylan. "Lock down the company. Send a few bodyguards to Kylan's house and guard it while he's not there."

Kylan stood abruptly as he recognized Ryan's tone. "Did she escape?"

Ryan put down the phone and nodded as he closed his eyes.

"I need to get home."

Ryan stopped him with a hand on

his arm. "Not so fast. First, go to the station and file for a restraining

order. If she's confessed to all that, she's not done. This isn't just a workplace problem anymore. It's a safety issue."

Kylan nodded reluctantly. "You're right." He turned to Max. "You guys go back to work. I can handle this. Make sure everyone is not distracted by what happened."

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

At the police station, Kylan filled out the paperwork, detailing everything Isabella had admitted. The officer processing the request assured him it would be expedited.

Detective Garrett Hale approached as Kylan wrapped up. "Detective Hale!" Kylan greeted, shaking his hand.

"I heard about the restraining order. Mind if I tag along when you take it to Katrina? I've got some follow-up questions for her."

Kylan hesitated briefly but nodded. "Sure. But fair warning, I drive fast."

Detective Hale chuckled. "I'll manage."

When they arrived home, Kylan led Hale into the living room. Katrina sat on the couch, their daughter Clarence playing on the floor with a box of crayons. Her smile lit up the room as Kylan entered. "Welcome home," she greeted warmly.

"Brought a guest," Kylan said, nodding toward Hale.

Katrina stood and extended her hand. "Detective Hale, good to see you again. Thank you for all your help."

Detective Hale smiled. "Just doing my job. I wanted to check on you and ask a few more questions." He glanced at her arms and face. "Looks like you're healing well."

"I am," she replied. "Shall we talk in the office?"

In the office, Detective Hale

explained the situation. "Kylan filed a

restraining order against Isabella Stone. We believe she's connected to everything-the rumors, the

harassment, even the attackel.

still working to tie her to the hired man, but her confession to Kylan paints a disturbing picture."

Katrina's eyes widened as she processed the detective's words. "Even... the comments about me being fat?"

Kylan nodded grimly. "She admitted to all of it. Including having that Dexter harrass you."

"That... was that why she was on the beach, too? She was following you?"

Kylan nodded.

"And... and the call..."

"I told you," Kylan said with a sad

smile. That was a memory he didn't want to remember anymore. "I was suspicious of her and tried to distance myself from her, trying to be professional. But she spread the news about our marriage so she could make a name for herself."

Katrina shook her head. "This is much different than that woman."

"Woman?" Kylan asked with furrowed eyebrows.

She chuckled. "The journalist."

Kylan opened his mouth but then closed it. "Oh..."

Detective Hale handed her the paperwork. "Once you sign this, she won't be able to come near you or contact you. If she does, she'll be arrested immediately." Katrina hugged herself, her hands trembling. "I can't believe this..." Her eyes suddenly lit up with realization. "Wait here."

She dashed into the bedroom and returned with a small stuffed bear. "She gave me this a few weeks ago. After the attack... Can you check it for anything suspicious?" Detective Hale's eyebrows furrowed as he examined the bear. Pulling on gloves, he carefully opened it and found a tiny camera embedded in the stuffing. "She's been spying on you," Detective Hale said gravely.

Kylan's fists clenched, his jaw tight with fury. "That... woman!"

Hale nodded sympathetically. "This will be critical evidence. I'll take it to the station for analysis. In the meantime, sign the papers, and we'll keep a close eye on her." Katrina signed the restraining order with a shaky hand. Detective Hale collected the documents and stood. "That's it for now. Take care of each other, and we'll handle the rest." After Detective Hale left, Kylan pulled Katrina into a tight embrace. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should have noticed her behavior sooner."

Katrina placed a gentle hand on his cheek, her eyes soft. "This isn't your fault. She's unwell, Kylan. You couldn't have known."

A faint smile tugged at his lips. "You're always right, aren't you?"

She grinned. "Always."

Kylan chuckled and pressed his forehead to hers. "I love you, Katrina."

"I love you too," she replied, her voice steady and full of conviction.

Their moment was interrupted by Clarence tugging at Katrina's sleeve. "Mommy, I finished my drawing!"

Katrina knelt and took the crayon drawing, her heart swelling with pride. "It's perfect, my little artist."

Kylan smiled at the scene, feeling a renewed determination to protect his family, no matter what it took.