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Born Monroe, built different

작가: Leelee
last update 최신 업데이트: 2025-05-02 01:10:04

Layla's pov

I stood in front of the mirror in my office at Eclipse, my reflection staring back at me like a stranger.

The sharp black suit fit perfectly—tailored shoulders, crisp creases, not a single thread out of place. My hair was slicked into a low bun, my lips painted a bold, unflinching red. I looked like a leader. A woman in control. But the truth?

Inside, I was barely holding it together.

My stomach twisted like it had been caught in a vice. My heart thudded loud and uneven in my chest, echoing with all the questions I couldn’t silence.

Was I doing the right thing? Would I regret it?

Would she be proud of me?

I turned from the mirror and crossed the room, heels clicking on the polished marble floor as I walked toward the tall windows. The city below stretched endlessly, glowing in amber and steel. It pulsed, alive and hungry. It didn’t care about my decisions. About my war.

But I did.

Today was the day.

The day I would stop running from the weight of my family name. The day I
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