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LAYLA'S POV Waking up to the sound of shuffling beside me, I opened my eyes groggily as I adjusted to the light in the room. Still feeling sleepy, I felt a soft brush on my cheek and that jolted me awake immediately as I tried to catch the thing that touched me. "Ava?!" I called out softly. There was a low chuckle, deep and rich, and it sent shivers down my spine. "Wrong guess" the voice murmured. My eyes widened instantly, my sleep completely gone as I turned toward the sound. Ryan was lying on the other side of the bed, shirtless with his messy hair and deep blue eyes staring at me intensely. It felt like yesterday when those same eyes were staring at me coldly without a hint of emotion. "Good morning, Mr Damon" I greeted. "It's evening..." He said, amusement dancing in his eyes. I felt my face heat up in shame, then I remembered what I've been forgetting. "My mom..." I trailed off as I stared at him expectantly. The amusement in his eyes faded, replaced b

LAYLA'S POV Waking up to a banging headache, I groaned softly, trying to blink away the blur in my vision. My body felt heavy, my limbs like they’d been weighed down with bricks. Every part of me ached, but worse than that was the strange heat that still lingered under my skin. Where was I? My eyes fluttered open slowly, the soft golden light of a nearby lamp stinging them. I wasn’t in my room...that much I knew. The sheets smelled different, unfamiliar, and... expensive? I sat up abruptly, a wave of dizziness crashing over me like a storm. My heart pounded in confusion, panic curling up in my chest as I felt the sharp pain on my waist. And then I saw him. Ryan. Sitting silently at the edge of the bed, his back facing me, shirtless. His head was bowed slightly, hands clenched into fists. My lips parted to speak, but no words came out. Only the sound of my own breath. “Mr Damon?” I croaked, my voice hoarse and dry. “What... what happened?” Turning towards me slowly,

RYAN'S POV"Hurry!!" She moaned and I felt my resolve slowly slipping as I heard the sound she made. Capturing her lips with mine, I sucked on it like my life depends on it. Her lips soft against mine, her low moans and groans making me rock hard in seconds.Prodding her lips with my tongue for entrance, she complied almost immediately, kissing me back with the same intensity.Picking her up and placing her on my thighs without breaking the kiss, I hurriedly undo her dress zipper, sliding the gown off her body.I groaned as I realized she wasn't putting on a bra, her boobs begging to be sucked as her nipples perks up. Breaking the kiss, I moved downward, sucking and biting her neck as I fondle her soft round boobs.Moaning, she arched her back, grinding against me, moving her hips up and down against my bulge."Ahh... fuck!!!" I cursed loudly, she's going to be the death of me.The last string holding my restraint snapped as I pushed her into the bed, my right hand moving down to her

The man's hand on my thigh made my skin crawl, and a sharp wave of panic surged through me. My vision was blurred, my body weak and unresponsive, but I could still feel the danger closing in. "Please... no" I gasped, my voice barely a whisper, but enough to show my fear. The man's laughter echoed in the dimly lit room, and his hand moved closer to my waist. The world around me spun, but something inside me was fighting to stay awake, to stay alert. I couldn't let this happen. Not like this. Just then, the sound of the door opening again broke through the haze, followed by heavy footsteps. A new voice, strong, commanding...cut through the tension. "Get your hands off her." Mr Damon His voice held authority, and the man froze, his hand still on me but his grip faltering. I could barely make out Ryan's figure moving towards us, but I knew he was there...his presence like a shield. "You... you can't do this. She's mine," the man stammered, clearly trying to regain control of the s

LAYLA'S POV Staring at Ryan's back as he talked to some men... probably his business partners, I was lost in thought but also aware of the curious gaze on me. Swirling the drink in my hand, I noticed Ryan glancing back every second to make sure I was still in place. I couldn’t help but wonder what exactly he was thinking. Was he worried about me? Was he just trying to keep up appearances? There was so much I didn’t understand about him, about this whole situation. I took another sip of my drink, trying to blend into the background as best as I could, but it was hard when all the attention seemed to be directed at me. The soft murmur of the room faded into the background as I focused on the swirl of my drink, the ice gently clinking against the glass. A few moments later, I noticed a few more people glancing my way, some of them clearly trying to figure out who I was. It wasn’t just the men, but even some of the women. They all seemed to be sizing me up. My discomfort grew wi

RYAN'S POV Hearing the clinking sound of heels, I raised my head and my breath immediately got caught in my throat. Layla has always been a very beautiful lady, but at this moment...she looks mesmerising, stunning... alluring even. I couldn't take my eyes off her. God, I don't think I'll be able to control myself from touching her. I want her badly, my body needs her, I could already feel myself getting hard as I stared at her. Swallowing hard, I forced myself to calm down as different images of her naked underneath me surfaced in my head. Clenching my fist, I pushed the thoughts aside. "You look stunning" I complemented her. "Thank you" she replied, her cheeks turning pink underneath her natural makeup, making her look even more beautiful. Gulping, I turned around before saying, "Let's go" in a cold tone, masking my lewd thoughts. Getting into the car, I handed her a black masquerade mask with feather on the side, looking elegant and classy. I was dressed in a blac

ANDREA Opening my eyes groggily, I felt a banging pain in my head that made everything spin. My body ached all over, every muscle screaming with pain. For a few seconds, I couldn’t even remember what had happened or where I was. The air smelled strange, damp and musty, like old walls and dust. When I tried to move, a sharp pain shot through my side and I gasped. My wrists burned where the ropes had rubbed my skin raw, and my stomach felt sore, each breath hurting more than the last. I blinked slowly, forcing my blurry vision to focus on my surroundings. This place looked different. Smaller. Darker. The floor was rough concrete and the walls were bare, with cracks running through them. There was no window this time, only a weak, flickering bulb hanging from the ceiling, giving off just enough light for me to see an old chair and a few broken boxes in one corner. That was when it hit me...they had moved me again. My heart started racing. I turned my head quickly, looking aroun

ALEXANDER I was in the hospital corridor, barking orders into my phone. My voice echoed through the hallway, sharp and rough from exhaustion. “Search the entire area where they found her,” I said, pacing back and forth. “Every corner, every house, every damn tree. I don’t care how long it takes, just find something! Anything!” “Yes, sir,” one of my men replied quickly before I hung up. I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily. My eyes burned from staying awake all night, but I didn’t care. Andrea was still out there. That was all that mattered. Hours passed like days. The quiet hum of the hospital made the wait worse. Everyone looked drained. Lexi sat in the corner with her head in her hands. Andrew stood by the door, silent but tense. Mr. Dale kept muttering prayers under his breath. Then finally, the doctor came out and said softly, “She’s awake now.” We all rushed in. Kate was sitting up weakly, her eyes swollen and her lips dry. The moment she saw us, she broke

ANDREA We reached the door, my hand already turning the key, when I felt something grab my ankle. I gasped and looked down. The man was crawling toward me, blood trickling from his forehead, his hand clamped tightly around my leg. His eyes were wild with rage. “No!” I shouted, kicking at him with my free foot, but his grip only tightened. The door creaked open a little, but I couldn’t move. Panic rushed through me like fire. Kate froze for a second, her face pale. I saw her out of the corner of my eye as she turned back. “Go!” I screamed. “Kate, run!” She hesitated, shaking her head. “Andrea, I can’t...” “Don’t look back!” I shouted louder, struggling to pull my leg free. “Just run! I’ll be right behind you!” Her eyes filled with tears, but I shook my head hard, desperate. “Go! Now!” Finally, she turned and ran, her footsteps echoing down the hall. The man yanked my leg, dragging me back inside. I kicked again, harder this time, and hit his face. He grunted, but hi

ANDREA Night turned into day and then night again, but inside the room I could not tell time like normal people. The only way to know how long had passed was the thin strip of sky I could see through the barred window. At first it glowed pale, then went dark, then gray again. That was my clock. We had not been found. No footsteps, no voices calling our names, nothing but the same heavy quiet. My stomach growled so loud it felt like thunder, but when the masked man put the plates down earlier I could not force myself to eat. The rice looked stale and the stew smelled strange. Kate pushed the bowl away with her foot and I followed her lead. We were hungry, but our mouths had gone to salt and fear, not appetite. I kept checking the ropes when I could. They were tight, but the knots were not impossible. I tried to move my wrists, rotate my fingers, find the weak spot. Each small motion made my arms burn, but I had to try. Kate watched me with wide, scared eyes. I tried to smil

ALEXANDER I hadn’t slept all night. My head was pounding, my body running on nothing but anger and fear. Every hour that passed without finding Andrea made me feel like I was losing my mind. The monitors in front of me showed dozens of camera feeds, all rewound, paused, zoomed in, then played again. Still nothing. No sign of her. No trace of the van. It was as if the earth had swallowed her whole. I slammed my fist on the desk so hard that the keyboard bounced off the edge. “Where the hell are you, Andrea?” I muttered under my breath, my voice breaking. My phone buzzed. Another dead lead. I threw it across the room. The screen cracked against the wall, but I didn’t care. My mind was spinning, my chest tight, and I couldn’t breathe properly. Cole walked in quietly, holding a folder and his tablet. He looked exhausted but cautious, like he was walking into a lion’s den. “Sir,” he began carefully, “I just got an update.” I looked at him sharply. “Talk.” He swallowed hard. “The ow

ANDREA Opening my eyes groggily, my head hurt so much it felt like someone was pounding on it from the inside. A dull, throbbing pain spread through my skull as I slowly opened my eyes. Everything was dark at first, blurry and spinning. I tried to move, but something stopped me. My wrists ached. When I tugged, I heard the scrape of rope against my skin. That was when I realised...my hands and legs were tied. A wave of panic shot through me. My breathing grew uneven as I forced myself to stay calm. I blinked a few more times until the darkness around me started to take shape. It was a small room. The air smelled damp and dusty, like an old basement or warehouse. A single light flickered weakly in one corner, barely enough to see. Then I saw Kate. She was lying a few feet away from me, her head resting on the cold floor. Her hands and legs were tied too, her face pale but peaceful, like she was still unconscious. “Kate,” I whispered hoarsely, my throat dry. “Kate, wake up.” No

It felt like a trap. Like I was being led… or watched. My eyes darted to the windows, heart thudding faster. I stood slowly, walked to the curtains and yanked them closed. I didn’t see anything or anyone...but that didn’t calm the feeling crawling up my spine. What if this whole thing...this key, this chest, even meeting Agnes was orchestrated? What if I wasn’t uncovering the truth so much as being fed it? I looked back down at the chest. The key still sat in the lock like it was waiting. I didn’t trust it. But I also didn’t trust not opening it. What if it held everything? My fists clenched. No. Not yet. I needed to be smart. I needed to be sure no one else had touched this. No one else had access. I pulled the key out and tucked it back into my coat pocket. Then I shoved the chest deeper into the closet and stacked a few boxes over it, just enough to hide it without looking suspicious. Then I grabbed my phone and started checking for bugs...literally. The corne

Agnes hesitated. Her wrinkled hands clutched the edge of her chair, knuckles whitening as she stared down at the dusty floor. “A ledger” she finally said, her voice low and tight. “Your mother kept a detailed record...dates, names, deals. Everything the Garrett family tried to bury. Corrupt officials, bribes, offshore accounts, blood money... even people who went missing under mysterious circumstances. All of it. She was going to use it to bring the entire empire down.” My heart thundered. “Where is it now?” “That’s the problem” Agnes said, looking up at me with haunted eyes. “She hid it before she died. She didn’t trust anyone, not even me. All she told me was that the key to finding it was ‘with Mariah.’ My breath caught. “With me?” She nodded slowly. “It’s why I’ve stayed hidden all these years. I’ve been trying to protect you, hoping no one would connect the dots. If the Garretts or anyone loyal to them...figured out who you are, they'd come for you. Not just because you’re

Agnes huffed under her breath, muttering something I couldn’t catch. She straightened her shoulders and gave me a long, penetrating look, like she was memorizing my face in case this went badly. Then she walked to the door, undid the latch, and opened it just a crack. I stayed pressed against the wall, just out of sight, heart hammering against my ribcage. Mark’s voice was immediate. “Where is she?” “She’s gone” Agnes replied flatly. “Just left.” There was a beat of silence. I imagined Mark narrowing his eyes. “She was here, right?” “She’s not anymore” Agnes said, her tone sharp now, even as her hand gripped the edge of the door tighter. “And I don’t answer to you, young man.” Silence again. Then his voice, quieter this time. “Tell her to be careful. That’s all I wanted to say.” I heard footsteps retreating slowly, measured, heavy. The door creaked shut again. Agnes turned around, her chest rising and falling faster than before. “You sure he’s not one of them?” s

ELEANOR'S POV Walking out of the elevator with Liam, he offered to drive me home but I refused cause I had other plans. "I brought my car and today's friday, I don't wanna leave my car in the company's parking lot throughout the whole weekend." I gave an excuse that I knew would work on him. Shrugging, he led me to my car and pecked me on my forehead before waving me goodbye, a soft smile on his face. I smiled back, keeping it light, but the moment I slipped into my car and shut the door, the warmth faded from my face, seriousness taking over. I started the engine, but didn’t drive home. Instead, I pulled out the small notebook from my bag, the one with the scribbled address I’d tracked down earlier this week. Agnes Langford. A former housekeeper for the Garrett family. The same year Sarah disappeared… Agnes vanished too. Coincidence? I didn’t believe in those anymore. I typed the address into my GPS and pulled out of the lot, heading across town toward a quiet,

MARK'S POV Standing in front of my desk, I stared at the woman in front of me coldly. "What are you doing here?""Ohh, come on Mark. Is that a way to greet your fiance?" She asked with that annoying smile on her face, a smile I know too well.Gritting my teeth, I scoffed "Ex fiance!" I corrected her, my voice dripping with malice.Claudia’s smile faltered for a split second, but she recovered quickly, brushing an invisible speck off her designer blazer as she stepped closer.“Technicalities” she purred. “You never really ended things properly. One could say you just… ran away.”“I should’ve run faster” I said flatly, my jaw tight. “And you showing up here unannounced? Bad idea.”She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with false sweetness. “I missed you, darling. And from the looks of things, I’m not the only one who’s… interested in you lately.”My eyes narrowed. So that’s what this was about.She leaned against the edge of my desk, crossing her arms. “She’s pretty, your secretary. Has n

ELEANOR'S POVWatching the door closed behind Liam, I felt restless...like something was gonna happen but not really sure what it was.It's been a week since Liam and I started dating, I decided to give him a chance after thinking about it for a long time. He's a really sweet guy.And also the fact that he was the one who saved me years ago...was also a big plus. I've been looking for the boy who just into the ocean without hesitation just to save me. Knowing he's the one, I actually feel protected in his presence, like he has this calming effect on me. Making me almost forget about revenge.I've been meeting up with Doctor Rex but there wasn't any progress. I've also been diligently going to the judo club for the past two weeks.I’ve always believed in balance, work, emotions, control. But lately, nothing feels balanced.Liam makes things feel easy. Too easy, sometimes. His laughter is disarming, his touch warm. And knowing he was the boy who saved me that day in the water… it’s lik