Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss (Kylan and Katrina) novel 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.

Moments later, heavy boots thudded down the hall. A voice called out, “Ma’am? Where are you?”

“In here!” Katrina managed to yell, though her voice wavered.

The bathroom door opened, and an officer knelt beside her. Relief washed over Katrina as a medic moved to take Clarence from her arms. “Please… call my husband. He needs to be here for her,” she murmured before her strength gave out, her vision fading to black.

~O~O~O~

Kylan ran into the hospital, his emotions in complete disarray. Tears streamed down his face, but beneath them, a storm of rage brewed. He looked up as a doctor stepped out of a room and approached him with a soft smile.

“Mr. Ross, I’m Dr. Lee. Would you like to come see your daughter?”

He nodded quickly, his voice hoarse. “Please.”

Dr. Lee gestured for him 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, likely Katrina, had tried to clean. “Clarence,” he whispered, voice thick with emotion.

Clarence beamed up at him, her voice soft. “Daddy!”

Kylan sat on the bed and hugged her gently. “Hey, sweetheart.”

Clarence rubbed her tired eyes. “Mommy?”

Kylan managed a strained smile, fighting back his emotions. “She’s resting right now.”

Dr. Lee returned with a hospital gown. “Your daughter needs to wear this. The police have already taken pictures of her injuries, so her clothes will be collected as evidence.”

Kylan swallowed hard, helping Clarence out of her clothes and into the gown. “Thank you,” he murmured.

The doctor nodded, taking the clothes to a waiting officer. “I’ll tend to Clarence now, but the police need to ask you a few questions, Mr. Ross.”

Kylan settled Clarence in his lap, keeping an arm securely around her. “That’s fine.”

A detective approached, extending his hand. “Detective Garrett Hale. I’m so sorry about what happened. Our hearts go out to your family.”

“Thank you,” Kylan said quietly.

“We just need to know if you’re aware of anyone who might have a grudge against you or your wife.”

Kylan shook his head firmly. “No. I can’t think of anyone.”