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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.♥♥♥♥ Before Layla could even raise her eyebrows to check the situation, the scene before her made her scream. Her heart pounded as she tapped the driver’s shoulder, yelling for him to stop the car…. but he didn’t. Panic clawed at her chest. She grabbed the handle to open the door herself, but froze when she noticed something that made her blood run cold. There…..right beside them, in the car that should’ve been crushed…..sat a familiar figure. Lucian. Alive. Calm. Unbothered. Layla’s breath hitched. Is that… a ghost? “Surprise!” Lucian said casually, waving at her from the other car. His lips curved into an infuriating smirk as he watched her stunned expression. He remembered clearly how he had switched cars earlier in the traffic and set the first car on auto-drive. “I guess she’s getting old already,” he murmured under his breath, amusement flickering in his eyes. “What an outdated attack. Still, quite the wedding gift.” He closed his eyes, resting his head back aga
♥♥♥♥A masculine figure stood inside a dark, spacious office, gazing out at the glittering city skyline.The room was so dim that only faint rays from the streetlights illuminated fragments of the furniture and reflected a dull glow from the sky.Lucian let out a heavy sigh, his sharp gaze fixed on the horizon as memories of the engagement gathering replayed in his mind. Leaning back in his chair, he crossed one leg over the other and rested his head against the backrest, deep in thought.Files were stacked neatly across his austere desk… documents awaiting his approval, along with a few reports from his department.Lucian was strict when it came to work; he never tolerated laziness. To him, slacking off only invited chaos and extra burdens later.He was calculated, sharp, and impossibly disciplined… but after that night, something gnawed at his thoughts. The Carter family is quite interesting, he mused silently, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.He slid his hands deeper into his poc
♥♥♥♥A week passed in uneasy silence, with Margot’s daily calls and veiled threats reminding Layla that escape wasn’t an option. Each message carried the same warning… “Don’t you dare run.”Now, as laughter and the clinking of glasses filled the Hilton estate’s grand ballroom, Layla felt her pulse quicken. Warm lighting bathed the room in a soft golden glow, but none of it eased the weight pressing on her chest. This was her engagement night… and every elegant shimmer around her only deepened the ache inside.Her heels clicked softly against the marble floor as she entered the room. She held her head high, her movements graceful, but her unease was clear in the way she kept tugging lightly at her bracelet...a nervous habit she couldn’t shake.The moment she spotted him, her steps faltered.Lucian Hilton. Immaculate in a tailored black suit, his presence commanded the room without effort. His expression was cool, detached… as if none of this mattered to him. When his eyes met hers, a f
♥♥♥♥“Y… ye… ss… NO!”Layla’s voice trembled through the phone, cracking like glass.Silence followed. She pressed a hand to her racing chest. You, this woman, control yourself, her inner voice warned sharply.Lucian frowned on the other end, his voice low, deep, and edged with confusion.“What are you saying?”“It’s… Layla Carter,” she managed quickly, her words tumbling together.“Miss Carter?” His tone shifted—cooler, distant. “Why are you calling me, and how did you get my number?”“I… Elder Hilton told me to call you here,” she said softly.Lucian’s brows furrowed. “Where?”“It’s noon already. I waited for you to pick me up, but you didn’t show up, so I decided to take a cab. I’m at the restaurant now, and the elder isn’t here. He sent his butler instead… and the butler told me to call you. That’s why,” Layla explained in one breath, heat flooding her cheeks in embarrassment.Before Lucian could reply, the line went dead.He sat still for a moment, decoding her rushed words. Then
♥♥♥♥“Watch where you’re going, girl.”Lucian’s voice cut through the noise, low and sharp. The woman stumbled, her small frame barely balanced in his grasp before he let her go.“I—I’m sorry,” she whispered, bowing quickly, her tone breathless yet soft.Lucian turned to leave, but something about her made him pause. The tilt of her chin. The faint scent clinging to her….. warm, familiar, maddening. His gaze sharpened.“The mask girl?” he asked, eyes narrowing slightly.She shook her head immediately. “You’ve got the wrong person.”“You’re wearing a mask again,” Lucian murmured, his tone dipping somewhere between curiosity and challenge. “Who are you hiding from this time?”But she turned away before he could take another step. Her movements were hurried, almost desperate.Lucian’s jaw flexed as he watched her retreat. Suspicion burned quietly behind his eyes. He was about to follow when a familiar voice broke his focus.“Hey, buddy!”Lucian sighed. “Steve.”Steve Hilfiger… his friend
♥♥♥♥"Are you consoling a ghost?"The low, baritone voice sliced through the stillness. Layla froze, her breath catching. She turned sharply toward the sound…and there he was.Lucian."You should really make a sound when you’re around," she blurted out, clutching her chest as if to calm her racing heart."I’ve been here for some time," he replied coolly. "But I can’t seem to concentrate because of your noise. I can’t seem to concentrate because of your…"He stopped mid-sentence. His gaze had landed on her face…on the faint shimmer of tears.He tilted his head slightly, his brows narrowing.Layla quickly wiped her tears, pretending calm. "Something got into my eyes. That’s all. It hurt a little.""I didn’t ask," he said flatly."Yeah, that’s true," she muttered with a small, awkward laugh, trying to mask her discomfort. But when she caught the expression on his face…. stoic, unreadable….her smile faltered."I was just wondering why you’re outside," she asked, desperate to fill the sile







