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A Love Forged In Ruins Peace is a fragile thing
Layla's pov A few weeks later I thought peace would feel louder.Instead, it came in soft silences, in the way Damian and I sat across from each other at the breakfast table, sipping coffee without tension thick in the air. The heavy things—betrayals, lies, grief—they had started to settle. There was still pain, yes, but it didn’t suffocate me anymore."You slept through the night," Damian said gently, breaking the quiet.I smiled over my mug. "For once. You?"He nodded. "Mostly. I kept checking if you were still there. Just… wanted to make sure."That vulnerability in his voice made my heart twist. The man who once lived in secrets was now trying to live in truth. With me.We had come a long way—from shouting in boardrooms, to standing over Celeste’s grave, to finally… this. The world hadn’t gone quiet, but we had found a quiet moment within it.But peace never lasted long.The first sign came with a headline.Damian was reading something on his phone when his jaw tightened. I noti
A Love Forged In Ruins Fraud in the family
Third person pov Angelina woke up to the sound of voices. Loud, unfamiliar voices. At first, she thought she was dreaming. But as her eyes slowly blinked open and the blur of sleep left her eyes, she saw them.Two police officers stood in her living room.Her heart dropped.“What… what is this?” she whispered, sitting up in her bed. Her hands trembled as she reached for the robe at the foot of the bed, slipping it on as quickly as she could.She stepped out of the room, her bare feet cold against the marble floor. The house was quiet except for the murmurs coming from the living room. But there was tension in the air—a thick, invisible weight pressing against her chest. Her breath became shallow.Then she saw him.Vincent.Standing in the middle of the room, arms folded tightly over his chest. His jaw clenched, his face pale, but his eyes—his eyes were burning.“Vincent?” Her voice came out hoarse, almost broken.He didn’t respond immediately. He looked at her the way a stranger woul
A Love Forged In Ruins Forgiving myself
Layla's pov The day of Mark's judgement was finally here. The court would finally convict him of his crime. The courtroom was cold.Not just from the aggressive air conditioning that seeped through the vents, but from the stillness—the kind that made your skin prickle and your heartbeat echo. The kind that wrapped around your ribs and squeezed.I sat in the front row, my hands clutched tightly in my lap, fingers twisting together until the skin went white. My legs were tense, knees pressed so close they ached. I was still. Too still. But my heart was anything but calm. It thundered like it was trying to claw its way out of my chest.Damian sat beside me, a statue carved from stone. His hand hovered near mine, but he didn’t touch me. He knew I wouldn’t want that right now. He understood silence. Stillness. The kind that comes when everything you once believed begins to rot from the inside out.The courtroom was packed. Reporters. Strangers. People hungry for the fall of the rich and
A Love Forged In Ruins Collateral damage
Layla's pov I never thought my heart could beat this fast.Damian was only ten steps away from the building when I heard it—screaming. Not angry yelling. Not the kind of heated words you can wave off. This was chaos.My heels clicked against the pavement as I rushed toward the crowd that had formed outside where Damian had gone to give Celeste her bangle. People gathered in a messy circle, phones in hand, faces wide with fear and curiosity.And then I saw her.“Celeste!” I screamed.People ran in every direction. Chaos exploded around us. Screaming. Shouting. Phones dropped. Bags forgotten.I dropped to my knees beside her, hands shaking, my heart in my throat.Blood pooled beneath her. Her eyes were wide open, lips trembling.“No no no no,” I whispered. “You’re okay. Stay with me. Celeste, stay with me!”She blinked slowly, tears sliding down her temples.“I didn’t mean to,” she whispered, voice so faint I could barely hear it. “I didn’t want it to end like this.”“Help!” I screamed
A Love Forged In Ruins Power in red
Layla's pov I hadn’t planned on visiting Blackwood Enterprises today. But something in my gut told me to check in with Damian. Lately, he’d been acting… different. Guarded. Stressed. And that was saying something for a man who always looked like he carried the weight of the world on his back.I parked across the street, heels clicking against the concrete as I made my way to the building. The spring sun hung low in the sky, warm but heavy with the promise of a storm.That’s when I heard shouting.Not normal, everyday frustration. But full-blown, venom-laced screaming.I turned the corner, heart skipping a beat—and froze.A woman stood just outside the front doors, flanked by two very tense-looking security guards. Her long dark coat flared in the wind, her chest rising and falling with fury. Her voice carried loud enough to pierce the sky.And I recognized her immediately.Celeste.I pushed through the small crowd gathering at the edges of the sidewalk—employees, curious onlookers, a
A Love Forged In Ruins Not here for permission
Third person pov The tall glass doors of Blackwood Enterprises slammed open with a sharp, echoing thud. Heads turned. Phones paused mid-ring. A cold breeze followed Celeste into the lobby, though it was a warm spring afternoon outside.Her heels clacked against the marble floor, sharp and unforgiving, like the rage simmering in her chest. Her dark red coat flowed behind her like a cape, bold and demanding attention. Her hands trembled slightly, but not from fear—from fury.“Excuse me, miss—” the receptionist stood halfway, but Celeste didn’t slow down.“I’m not here for permission,” she snapped without turning her head. “Tell Damian Blackwood his sister is here.”The woman’s eyes widened, mouth parting in confusion. “I-I’m sorry, his what?”Celeste didn’t bother explaining. She stormed past the security desk, ignoring the rising voices behind her. Her heart beat like a war drum. Her eyes locked on the gold elevator doors ahead.For years she’d lived in the shadow of a man she didn’t
A Love Forged In Ruins From ruins, we begin
Layla's pov The room was too quiet. That kind of quiet that creeps into your bones and settles behind your ribs like a ghost. I sat curled in the corner of the old velvet couch in the guest room of my grandmother’s countryside estate, legs tucked beneath me, eyes fixed on the fogged window. Outside, the trees stood tall and solemn, cloaked in a thick mist that clung to their limbs like forgotten secrets—just like the ones buried in the bones of this house… and in mine.I hadn’t spoken to anyone in days. Not even Damian. He had texted. He knew me well enough to recognize when I was trying not to fall apart.I needed the silence. I needed space to think, to breathe, to grieve in a way I never had permission to before.After finding the journal in the attic—buried in a locked box under old fabric swatches and moth-eaten letters—everything inside me shifted. I thought I was prepared for anything. I was wrong.The ink had faded, but those words burned like they were etched into my skin. E
A Love Forged In Ruins Half of me
Layla's pov Outside, the air was thick with summer heat, but I felt ice in my bones. I walked without knowing where I was going, just trying to outrun the storm inside me.Angelina Monroe wasn’t my mother.Vincent Monroe wasn’t my father.I didn’t belong to either of them.All this time, I was a pawn in their perfect illusion. An accessory to a legacy that was never really mine.And Alexander Blackwood…Angelina's lover and Celeste's father.I had put the journal back in my bag.My phone buzzed.A message from Damian.“I miss you. Please. Just talk to me.”I stared at his name.I didn’t even know how to respond. The only thing I knew was this:The truth may set you free.But first, it burns everything you thought you were to the ground.And I was standing in the ashes.Later that day, I texted both Celeste and Damian to meet me at a quiet café downtown. I chose a booth in the back corner, far from curious ears. I arrived first and waited, heart thumping violently.Celeste came in fi
A Love Forged In Ruins A name, not a home
Layla's pov I stood outside her office door, the journal clenched in my hand like a weapon.When I burst through the doors of her private office, her assistant gasped. “Miss Monroe, you can’t just—”But I didn't pay any attention to her, I just walked into her office.My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears. Everything felt sharp—too bright, too loud. My mother sat at her desk, poised as ever, flipping through papers like the world wasn’t on fire. Like she didn’t destroy mine.She looked up when she saw me.I didn’t answer. I walked straight to her desk and dropped the journal in front of her.The moment her eyes fell on it, her face changed. The calm mask she always wore cracked.“You read it,” she said softly.I stared at her. “You lied to me my entire life.”Her hands trembled as she pushed the journal aside. “Layla, please—”“No. Don’t please me,” I snapped. “Tell me the truth. All of it. Right now.”She stood slowly, as if the air had thickened around us. “This
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