LOGINThird Person POVLayla wore her composure as fast as possibleWhat?”“You mentioned your child,” Viktor said. “On the call.”It took her a second. She had hoped Viktor didn’t hear it.“Oh…” she said quickly. “That’s uh …Naomi’s baby.”The answer came out very fast.Viktor didn’t look convinced.Layla didn’t wait either“I should go,” she said, grabbing her bag.And before he could ask anything else she turned and walked away.Leaving him standing there and watching her.—-Two days laterLayla sat across from Marcus Chen, her fingers tightly wrapped around each other in her lap.The storm in her was threatened by the strange calmness in Marcus's officeMarcus leaned back slightly in his chair, studying her in that same careful way he always did.“I’m going to ask you something,” he said. “And I need you to be honest with me.”Layla nodded quickly.“Are you absolutely sure your husband was kidnapped?”The question hit harder than she expected.Layla frowned. “Of course I am.”Marcus di
Third person POVLayla couldn’t sit still.She paced the entire hotel room back and forth wrapping her hands tightly around herself like she was trying to hold something together inside.Her phone was still in her hand.Everywhere was silent too“Think… think…” she muttered under her breath.Her mind ran in circles, jumping from one possibility to another. None of them were good. Naomi had called her too many times…that wasn’t normal. And now her number wasn’t going through… neither was the security line.Something was wrong.Or maybe she's overthinking itMaybe Naomi just needed something …simple.But what if it wasn’t?Layla stopped pacing and pressed her hand to her forehead.“God…” she whispered.Her chest tightened.She should have just answered.She looked around the room helplessly.Who could she call?Drew? Not reachable.Naomi? Not reachable.Security? Dead line.There was no one.Her breathing quickened again.“No… no, don’t do this,” she told herself, forcing a deep breat
Third Person POVViktor didn’t answer right away.He watched her carefully.“Why would you ask me that?” he said slowly.Layla didn’t answer immediately. Her eyes stayed on his face, studying him. That brief flash of surprise she had seen earlier replayed in her mind.The kind of reaction people had when they were caught off guard.Viktor noticed the way she was looking at him.His voice grew more careful.“Layla… do you know something?”Her expression didn’t change.For a moment the room felt tense again.Then she shrugged lightly.“No,” she said. “I just asked…. uh… a random question.”He kept watching her.“Why?”She tilted her head slightly.“You said you didn’t want to keep secrets from me anymore.”That seemed like a reasonable answer.Still, Viktor didn’t relax.“There’s no secret,” he said calmly.The lie came out smooth like it was practicedLayla nodded slowly like she accepted it.But something in her eyes suggested she didn’t.“I need to use the restroom,” she said after a
Layla’s POVViktor didn’t push the question about the baby.He simply looked at me for a moment, like he was weighing something in his mind, then his expression smoothed out again.The silence between us stretched.I broke out first.“I should go,” I said.I turned slightly, ready to leave, but his voice stopped me.“Layla.”I looked back.“Did you receive a letter?”My steps froze.For a second my mind went totally blank.“A letter?” I repeated slowly.His eyes studied my face carefully.“Or a man,” he added. “About this tall.” He demonstrated “Late thirties maybe. Scarred neck or something of the sort..”The description hit me like cold water.It was the man. The same man who brought food to my room.My heart thudded once and hard. I forced my expression to stay calm even though my mind was racing with questionsDid Viktor know?Was this some kind of test?I cleared my throat.“No,” I said.The word came out steady.Viktor didn’t react right away.I lifted my chin slightly.“Why a
Layla’s POVI quietly did the three blocks walk with my chest in my mouth.It turned out all the blocks from the place I was dropped belonged to Chen, and he was dreaded greatly around there.Marcus Chen’s office was inside a modern glass building on an eerily quiet street.I checked the time as I stepped inside, exactly on time.The receptionist greeted me politely before leading me upstairs.Marcus Chen was waiting inside a conference room when I entered, he stood up immediately.He was tall, probably in his early forties, with sharp eyes that seemed to scan every detail of the room in seconds.“Miss Layla,” he said calmly, extending a hand.“Yes.”His handshake was firm but professional.“Please,” he said, gesturing to the chair across from him. “Have a seat.”I sat down and took a steady breath.“I’ll get straight to the point,” I said.“That would be helpful.”I pulled out my phone and opened the photo of Caleb bound to a chair, bruised and injured.Marcus leaned forward slightly
Layla’s POVAt some point during the night, exhaustion finally forced me into sleep, but peace didn’t come with it at all.Then I had a dream that felt so real it was almost cruel. In the dream I was standing in a bright living room, sunlight poured through wide windows, everything looked warm and safe.Drey was in my arms, giggling as he tugged at my hair, across the room, Viktor stood by the couch watching us, he looked… relaxed and happy, a smile tugged at his lips as he walked toward us.“Careful,” he said softly. “He’s going to pull all your hair out.”I laughed. “Your son is the one doing the damage.”“My son?” Viktor raised a brow with a teasing grin.Drey clapped his tiny hands and squealed, the sound filled the room with warmth, for a moment, everything felt perfect, like we were a normal family, like none of the chaos existed, then the front door slammed open, the sound shattered the moment like glass.A figure stepped inside, my heart lurched, I couldn’t see the person’s f
Viktor’s POV By the time I reached my office again, I found more files stacked on my desk. More evidence. Layla was painted boldly more on each new piece of evidence. Shortly my secretary rushed into my office with a scary speed."Sir, have you seen the release?"Before I could say a word she
'Layla was released by someone unknown'Layla's POVThe cell spring bed had dug into my back but wasn't the discomfort that hurt me. It was the emptiness in my heart. My heartbeat increased everyday when I opened my eyes to my new reality.I was lost in my starks of thoughts when the cell doors cre
Layla’s POVNaomi nodded like an excited child. "Yes! I knew there was a lot hidden under that fine face and biceps. Now they got him."I snatched the phone from her and scanned it as though there was something missing the first time.Confusion jolted every nerve in my body.I slept on it. That nig
Viktor’s POV I didn't wait to get any reaction, I stormed out immediately.My head pounded.That evening, the penthouse felt too big and too empty. Every corner of the house smelt of Layla. Her scent clung to the cushions. I saw her slippers laying by the couch. I walked into the bedroom and fou







