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“Let’s get a divorce,” Layla said flatly, sliding the papers across the table without a hint of remorse. Lucian’s jaw tightened. “Why did you hide it from me?!” he roared, his eyes burning with fury, and something she couldn’t name. The sudden emotion in his voice caught her off guard. “What are you talking about?” she scoffed, though her pulse raced. “You’ve been hiding my daughter from me,” he spat, voice cracking with pain. “My daughter, Layla! And we’ve been living under the same roof all this time!” Layla froze. So he’d finally found out. “Your daughter?” she echoed with a bitter laugh. “You abandoned me after that night like the heartless man you are! I had no one, Lucian…no one! I didn’t even know your name back then. Do you have any idea what I went through?” “I... I—she’s still my daughter,” Lucian said hoarsely, guilt flickering in his eyes. Layla’s lips trembled, but she held her ground. “She’s mine to protect. And if you try to take her from me, Lucian Hilton, I swear….I’ll ruin you.” He stared at her for a long, broken moment. Then, with a shaky breath, he whispered, “Fine. Ruin me, Layla. Take everything, my power, my wealth, my name. But don’t ask me to let you go… don't take you away from me.” “I can’t live with you anymore,” she said softly, turning away. “I’ve had enough.” But before she could take another step, he collapsed to his knees. The lion of the Hilton Empire, the man the world feared, was now kneeling before her, tears tracing down his chiseled face. “I was drunk that night,” Lucian confessed, voice trembling. “I didn’t abandon you, Layla. I didn’t even know... I was unaware of everything. I was wrong. I’ll make it right this time. I’ll be good to you, even if you never forgive me. Please, don't throw us away.” Her eyes stung as tears welled up. Despite everything, she knew one truth, Lucian had never treated her cruelly. He just... never truly loved her. “Let’s just go our separate ways,” she whispered, her voice breaking. “You old fool.” Neither of them realized, love had already turned into war. ******** Their marriage was nothing but a bargain. Their love became a battlefield. When fallen heiress Layla Carter is forced into a marriage with Lucian Hilton, the cold and ruthless illegitimate heir of the Hilton empire, all she wants is to save her daughter’s life. Love was never part of the deal. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. The man who once abandoned her that night; the father of her child turns out to be her husband. The woman he thought he could control becomes the one who can destroy him. As old wounds reopen and buried secrets rise to the surface, their fake marriage turns into a dangerous game of passion, power, and revenge, where the line between love and hate blurs, and redemption might come too late.♥♥♥♥“What?” Layla’s voice trembled in disbelief. She sat across from her stepmother, Margot, in the quiet private room. Margot didn’t even glance at her, she sipped her tea slowly, like the situation was nothing more than a casual conversation.Margot’s tone was calm, too calm. “You’ll be getting married.”Layla blinked, unable to comprehend her words. “Married? To who?”Margot finally looked up, her eyes cold and sharp. “To a man named Lucian Hilton. He’s the illegitimate son of a powerful family, older, wealthy, and… let’s just say, not the kind of man you refuse.”Layla’s lips parted in shock. “How can I do that? I have a daughter!”“It’s your choice to make,” Margot said flatly, setting her teacup down. “You asked for four hundred thousand dollars, didn’t you? Did you really think I’d hand you that amount for free? Don’t be ridiculous.”Layla’s heart sank. “This condition is too much. Can’t you give me another option?” she asked desperately.“That’s the only option you have, sill
♥♥♥♥Layla froze when she saw the thugs who had been chasing her. They stood right in front of her as she stepped out of the room she’d been hiding in. Her heart pounded painfully. She knew it was over.One of the thugs reached out to grab her, but a deep baritone voice cut through the tension like a blade.“If you have a death wish, touch her,” the man said, stepping out of the same room she’d hidden in.The thugs barely paid him any mind, until he revealed his face. His cold aura was enough to make their bodies stiffen. They staggered backward instantly, letting go of Layla.“We’d appreciate it if you let us do our job,” one of them muttered.The man shot him a glare that made the thug lower his eyes immediately. None of them dared to meet his gaze. Layla looked between them, confused and curious. Who was this man? She didn’t recognize him, but his presence demanded respect.“A step closer to her might cost your life. She’s my guest for tonight,” he said coldly.He reached out, clam
♥♥♥♥Five years later, A beautiful young lady stood outside the doctor’s office, her heart beating fast as uncertainty clouded her mind. Should she go in, or just run away? The young lady was Layla Carter. A woman in her prime, blessed with features that could make anyone take a second glance. Her beauty was undeniable, though it carried a quiet sadness that made her look older than her age. But right now, that beauty was shadowed by distress. Her daughter was sick, critically ill, and needed urgent surgery. The cost was enormous, and Layla had no one left to turn to. She was a single mother, and life had been merciless. She stared at the doctor’s door. A lump formed in her throat, because she already knew what he was going to say. After a long, heavy breath, she finally gathered her courage and stepped inside. Just as she expected, the doctor asked for the deposit, four hundred thousands dollars, to begin the surgery immediately. Layla left the office trembling. Four hundred t
♥♥♥♥The morning sun seeped into the bedroom, casting soft rays across the sheets and landing directly on her face. “Why does my head hurt?” a lady grunted lazily, rubbing her temples as she opened her eyes. “Where… is this?” she muttered, her voice groggy. Her body ached all over, sore, heavy, unfamiliar. She blinked, trying to focus. The room wasn’t hers. Her eyes widened when she realized the truth. “Why am I here? How did I get here?” she whispered to herself, panic setting in. She looked down, and froze. Her heart skipped a beat. She was naked. Layla’s breath hitched. She scanned the room quickly and spotted her dress and underwear scattered across the floor. Her trembling fingers clutched the sheets tighter. “How did this happen?” she mumbled, shaking her head as she fought back the rising dread. She tried to stand, but her legs betrayed her, weak, trembling, too sore to hold her. She stumbled back onto the bed, panting softly. But she refused to stay there. Her heart was
♥♥♥♥“I didn’t do it!” Layla begged for mercy, pleading with her father to trust her. She was on her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I didn’t steal… why won’t you believe me?” Layla’s voice trembled with desperation and pain. “So, you’re saying I’m wrong?” her father scoffed, his tone laced with irritation. “Vanessa was around too....why don’t you ask her?” “Are you calling my daughter a thief?!” Margot, her stepmother, slapped her so hard that Layla lost her balance and hit the floor. “N-no,” Layla stuttered, fear quivering in her voice. “How dare you? My daughter will never steal from me! No maid came close to my room today, you are the thief!” Margot roared, her eyes blazing with hatred. “I d-didn’t d-do it,” Layla sobbed, trying to clear her name. “Since you refuse to confess,” her father declared coldly, “there will be no allowance for you until next year.” Layla froze, her breath catching. It’s only the beginning of the year… “Okay,” she whispered. She didn’t
♥♥♥“Let’s get a divorce,” Layla said flatly, sliding the papers across the table without a hint of remorse. Lucian’s jaw tightened. “Why did you hide it from me?!” he roared, his eyes burning with fury, and something she couldn’t name. The sudden emotion in his voice caught her off guard. “What are you talking about?” she scoffed, though her pulse raced. “You’ve been hiding my daughter from me,” he spat, voice cracking with pain. “My daughter, Layla! And we’ve been living under the same roof all this time!” Layla froze. So he’d finally found out. “Your daughter?” she echoed with a bitter laugh. “You abandoned me after that night like the heartless man you are! I had no one, Lucian…no one! I didn’t even know your name back then. Do you have any idea what I went through?” “I... I—she’s still my daughter,” Lucian said hoarsely, guilt flickering in his eyes. Layla’s lips trembled, but she held her ground. “She’s mine to protect. And if you try to take her from me, Lucian Hilton, I







