LOGINThe smell of fresh raindrops filled her nose. She paused, inhaling every bit of it, a soft smile resting on her face. It had rained heavily the night before, and Layla hadn’t been able to sleep. She had been lost in her thoughts, hoping to come to a decision.By dawn, she was already in the gym, working out alone. After briefly gazing outside, the scent of rain lingering in the air, she took a deep breath, adjusted her footing, and turned toward the exit.When she got to her room, she quickly showered and changed into a burgundy two-piece outfit.She checked her watch—it was 5 a.m.As she ascended the stairs, she ran into her brother, dressed in his gym outfit, yawning as he descended.He paused midway, his mouth still open from the yawn, staring at her—already dressed for the office—while he was just about to head to the gym.She chuckled softly and continued downstairs, but he quickly caught up with her.“Good morning, brother.”“Wait, pookie.” He grabbed her hand, making her stop.
It had been a week since the incident at Harthwore Mansion, and everything had been quiet. Neither family had reached out to the other; everyone was keeping their distance, hoping the situation would cool down.Meanwhile, the city had been busy hosting several influential people who had arrived from another country. The Harthwore family had provided them with a house for their stay and had also taken responsibility for their movements and meals while they handled their business with the mayor.This had kept Adrian overwhelmed with work, leaving him little time to see Jade. That was why he had promised to meet her—he had heard during their last meeting that she would be flying out of the country soon.He had just wrapped up a meeting with the board, and everyone began filing out of the room. He stood up as the last person left and followed behind, heading toward his office. His secretary trailed after him. Adrian picked up his car keys and was about to turn when the secretary spoke.“T
They stood outside until the door was pushed open and Ruth stepped out, her expression fierce. She wasn’t smiling at all. Before, she would have been beaming, pulling them into a warm hug—but today was different after what had just happened.“What are you doing here?” she asked.The tone caught them off guard; they had never heard her speak like that before, not even to them.“If you’re here to defend your daughter for what she’s done, then please leave.”As a mother, Natasha understood how Ruth must be feeling, even though she didn’t yet know how badly Ashley had been hurt. But the tension in her voice, the look on her face—it all suggested things had gone too far.“We’re not here to defend her, and we’re not here to question what happened between them,” Harthwore said calmly. “That can come later. For now, we just want to know how she’s doing.”Even if he heard Ashley’s side of the story, it wouldn’t make him defend anyone. Whoever had started it deserved to face the consequences—an
“Your mother always scolds me for being disrespectful,” he began, making Xavier jerk upright at the mention of his mother. As much as he had no problem with Adrian, he wouldn’t sit back and listen to anyone speak badly about her—and from the way this was going, Adrian was about to cross that line.“Even when I try to be respectful, don’t you think you should show some respect to her? She’s old enough to be your mother.”“But she’s not my mother,” she replied. “Now, if you’ll excuse me—”She was about to turn when he grabbed her arm again.“I’ve warned you—don’t move when I’m still talking.”Natasha quickly nudged Harthwore to rise from his chair, urging him to intervene before things escalated. She was the one who felt offended, but she didn’t want it to get out of hand.They were step-siblings—fighting like this wouldn’t end well.Annabelle laughed. “Now you’re trying to hit me because of this woman?” She pointed at Natasha, irritation lacing her voice. “She’s not even your mother.”
In the blink of an eye, Ashley was right beside her. She grabbed Layla by the neck and slammed her against the wall. “You used to be pathetic,” she hissed. “And now you’re bold enough to talk back at me?” Layla clawed at her hands, trying to pry them away, but Ashley’s grip only tightened. There was no one in the mansion except the maids—no one would come to her rescue, not even security. “What are you trying to do? Let go of me!” “I thought you’d become bold. Why are you fighting to break free now?” “You have no right—whatsoever to hold me like this. Let go of me before you regret it.” Ashley mimicked her tone, then burst into laughter. The harder she laughed, the more she pressed Layla against the wall. Suddenly, Ashley felt a sharp tug at her hair. Layla yanked her head back, forcing her to look up. “You think you’re smart?” Ashley sneered. “You should have listened when I told you to stay away.” Her grip tightened. “I’m going to make this world a living hell for you. I’l
“I am so disappointed in you. You’re nothing but a waste. You’re not even man enough to handle your ex-wife—what a shame.” She huffed, pacing restlessly. “Just look at you. You couldn’t even fight back. Maybe you should have been a woman instead.” He clenched his jaw, breathing heavily. “If you have nothing encouraging to say, I’d advise you not to add to what I’m already feeling. I’ll handle this—you don’t have to keep interfering.” She smiled, her lips curling into a mocking circle. He had the nerve to talk back, yet he still couldn’t stand up to her. “That strength—you should have used it on her when she hit you, not saved it for talking back to me.” He lied about who had hit him, making everyone think she's the one. “Enough, Mother!” Ashley’s voice rang out from the staircase as she descended, her steps controlled but firm. “You’re blaming him for something we both advised him to do?” She scoffed. “Enough, Ashley. Don’t side with him—not now. I’m furious.” Ashley let out a







