Lahat ng Kabanata ng A Love Forged In Ruins : Kabanata 51 - Kabanata 53

Layla's pov The days that followed the gala felt like a slow-motion collapse.What was supposed to be the shining start of The Amara Initiative had turned into a battlefield strewn with accusations, headlines, and a creeping sense of betrayal. My phone buzzed non-stop—texts, emails, social media alerts. Each one felt like a dagger, landing in the softest parts of me.The screen lit up with screaming headlines:"Mentorship Mirage: Allegations Mount Against The Amara Initiative.""Layla Blackwood Accused of Tokenism and Favoritism.""From Fashion Icon to Fraud?"I sat on the edge of our bed, knees drawn to my chest, scrolling endlessly until my eyes burned and the words blurred. My phone, once a tool of empowerment and celebration, now felt like an executioner delivering blow after blow.Damian stepped into the room, two mugs of coffee in his hands. He hesitated when he saw me—curled, quiet, not dressed. I was still wearing the same oversized tee from the night before. I hadn't brushed

Layla's pov The storm inside our home had nothing to do with the weather.No thunder cracked through the sky. No rain battered the windows. But the air felt charged. The silence was electric—just before lightning strikes.Damian slammed the folded newspaper onto the kitchen counter so hard the ceramic fruit bowl rattled. The headline on the front page stared back at me in bold, brutal print:“More Lies Uncovered? Amara’s Legacy Under Siege.”“Enough is enough,” he growled, his voice sharp with fury. “We need to go after them. Legally. Sue for defamation. Find whoever leaked those documents and make them pay.”I sat across from him in silence, my hands wrapped around a coffee mug I hadn’t touched in an hour. The coffee had gone cold. Bitter. Like guilt left out too long.“That won’t fix anything,” I murmured, not looking up.Damian’s eyes narrowed. “It’ll clear your name. It’ll send a message.”I finally met his gaze, weary and unmoving. “It’ll make me look like a spoiled CEO—crying i