**Lailaās POV**
The room felt suffocating, the air thick with tension as everyoneās eyes darted between me and the woman standing beside Hamilton. Her resemblance to me was uncanny, but I could see through her frail facade. I clenched my fists, the sharp bite of my nails grounding me in the chaos. This wasnāt just an accusationāit was a calculated attack.She smiled smugly, a faint, victorious curve of her lips, as if she had already won. Her posture was meek, her arms clutching Hamilton like a lifeline. But I wasnāt fooled. That woman was no victim; she was a manipulator.Hamiltonās words hung in the air, each one digging into me like a dagger.āThis imposter,ā he began again, his voice laced with contempt, āhas no proof of her identity. Sheās been parading around as Laila, but the real Laila would never behave this way.āI stepped forward, my legs trembling beneath me, but I refused to let my fear show. āWho are you to decide how ILailaās POV As I sat on the soft sand beside Nolan, the cool ocean breeze brushed against my skin, its salty scent filling my lungs with a sense of calm. The sun, now dipping below the horizon, bathed everything in a soft, golden hue. I leaned against him, feeling his warmth seep into my bones. For the first time in a long time, I felt at peace. The chaos, the threats, and the betrayals that had once consumed my life seemed like a distant memory, fading with the setting sun. But despite the serenity, the thoughts still raced in my mind. I was torn between two livesāLila and Mirandaāand it was hard to reconcile them. One life, full of memories I had no control over, and another that had become my reality, shaped by my choices and the people I met along the way. Nolan, though, had always been a constant. He was the thread tying everything together, even when I couldnāt see it. I turned to him, meeting his deep, sincere gaze, and
Lailaās POV I continued to run through the dark, damp basement, my heart hammering in my chest as the man pursued me relentlessly. Each of my footsteps echoed in the vast, empty space, and I couldnāt believe I had come here alone. What was I thinking? What had possessed me to ignore Lanceās warnings? I shouldāve listened to him. Now, here I was, running for my life, the walls closing in around me as I realized I had made a grave mistake. I stumbled, my foot catching on something hidden in the shadows, and fell to the ground. Pain shot through my knees, but I didnāt have the luxury to stop and nurse the wound. The sound of approaching footsteps grew louder, and my pulse quickened. āHamilton,ā I gasped, my voice trembling with fear, āPlease⦠you donāt have to kill me.ā I wasnāt sure if I was pleading for my life or bargaining for a way out, but I had to try something. āIāll give you money! Iāll give you anything you want! Iāll give you back the company!
Lailaās POV Mr. Williams slowly looked at Hamilton, a bitter smile curling at the edges of his lips as he braced himself for what was coming. His eyes, once warm and inviting, now glinted with the realization that he had outlived his usefulness. The situation had shifted drastically, and the cold air seemed to settle heavier with each passing second. "You really thought you could just use me, didnāt you?" Mr. Williamsā voice was raspy but laced with a cold edge of sarcasm. He turned his gaze to Hamilton, his old ally, but now she was nothing more than an enemy. "I was your friend once, Hamilton. A loyal one. And this is how you repay me?" Hamilton stood motionless, her expression frozen in a mask of rage and contempt. "You were never a friend, Mr. Williams," she snapped, her voice sharp and filled with venom. "You were always a means to an end. Nothing more." He raised an eyebrow, his lips twitching into a grimace. "A means to an end...?ā he repeated, his voice betraying a tr
Lailaās POV I couldn't believe it. Everything that had happened up until this point felt like it was straight out of a nightmareāonly, this was my reality. I was standing in the middle of a dark, damp basement, the air thick with tension and the smell of mildew, and yet, it felt like I was suffocating from the weight of betrayal. Mr. Williamsā words echoed in my mind: "You have one taskāget out of this basement alive, and youāll get the proof." The audacity. I had come here trusting him, believing his promises. He seemed genuine, his voice calm and reassuring when he spoke to me on the phone. But now, standing here, staring at him with a twisted smile on his face, I realized how wrong I had been. How could I have been so naive? I had ignored Nolanās warning. I should have listened to him. Nolan had always been there for me, offering his wisdom and caution when I needed it most. But instead, I had decided to trust Mr. Williams, thinking that he was the key to uncovering the tru
**Hamilton's POV** I was in my office when the call came in. It was a frantic voice on the other end, trembling with fear and urgency. āMrs. Hamilton, itās about your daughter... Mara.ā My heart dropped before I even heard the rest of the sentence. āShe was pushed... we donāt know who did it, but she was found lying in the kitchen of the Mountainās Group of Companies... and sheās been... hurt.ā My mind couldnāt make sense of the words, but the panic in the voice was clear. They told me Mara was still breathing, just barely. Without wasting a second, I ordered the ambulance to be sent immediately. My hands were shaking as I hung up, feeling like the world was collapsing around me. What happened? Who would do this to my little girl? The journey to the company felt like an eternity. Every second, every heartbeat, was filled with dread. I couldnāt imagine her in that condition. It felt like the air itself had thickened, and the suffocating fear clung to me. When we arrived, I saw her,
Hamiltonās POV We had just been celebrating our latest triumph. The business was thriving, and every new plan we executed was a success. We were stealing Lilaās clients, breaking down her network one piece at a time. The feeling of victory was sweet, and I couldnāt help but smile as Mr. Williams and I sat together, discussing how far weād come. āIāll take you out for coffee,ā I told Mr. Williams. āLetās celebrate. Weāve earned it.ā He smiled, clearly as pleased with our success as I was. Just as we were settling into the idea of a relaxing break, a sudden, sharp realization hit me. The Redwood Furniture Company, one of our major suppliers, hadnāt responded to our latest inquiry about stock mandates. My stomach turned. We had been relying on them for a crucial shipment, and without it, everything could come crashing down. I glanced at Mr. Williams. āDid they respond to your call?ā I asked. He picked up his phone again, dialing the number. But his expression shifted almost immed