Semua Bab THE CEO’S RUTHLESS COMMITMENT (hidden obsession): Bab 91 - Bab 100

Third Person’s POVSirens wailed outside the courthouse.Red and blue lights flashed across the stone walls as police officers flooded the area, shouting commands and forcing the remaining civilians back behind barricades. The entire building was locked down within minutes.Inside, the courtroom looked like a storm had passed through it.“The shooter is in custody!” an officer shouted from the entrance.Another officer responded, “He’s wounded but stable. EMS is on site.”Layla stood near the hallway entrance, Drey pressed tightly against her chest, her arms refusing to loosen their grip even though the danger inside the courtroom had technically passed.Drew stayed close beside her, scanning every direction.“He’s gone,” Drew said under his breath.Jasper was gone like smoke.Detective Morrison approached them quickly, his expression sharp and controlled. His coat was slightly disheveled from the chaos.“Are you all injured?” he asked immediately.“No,” Drew answered. “But Jasper esc

Third person POVBelinda gently touched Layla’s arm. “Does this help at all?”Layla nodded once.“Yes,” she said. “More than you realize.”She pulled out her phone immediately. “I’m calling Detective Morrison, he needs Vivian’s official statement as soon as possible.”She dialed quickly and spoke in a low voice, giving a brief explanation before ending the call.Then she turned toward Naomi.“Come with me,” Layla said quietly.Naomi didn’t argue, she followed quietly.Layla adjusted Drey securely on her back and walked out of Vivian’s room with Naomi beside her.They entered Naomi’s room and closed the door.Naomi turned to her instantly. “Say it.”Layla didn’t respond.Naomi stepped closer. “Could Viktor really be involved in this?”Layla still remained silent.Naomi’s voice grew sharper, more emotional. “Why would he do this after everything? He already destroyed your life, he forced you to leave America, wasn’t that enough. What is his gain in all of these?”Layla’s hands clenched.

Third persons POVThe taxi slowed to a stop at the curb. Layla didn’t move immediately, she sat in the back seat, her fingers still wrapped around the strap of her handbag, eyes fixed on the building outside the window. It was small, really small.Definitely not the kind of place she would love to stay in if she visited New York on good grounds.This hotel just had a modest brick exterior, a slightly faded sign, and a narrow entrance tucked between a convenience store and a laundromat.Unremarkable, forgettable, invisible and very perfect.The driver glanced at her through the rearview mirror. “You good here, ma’am?”“Yes,” she replied softly. Her voice sounded calmer than she felt.She handed him the cash, stepped out, and pulled her long scarf a little lower over her hair, her dark sunglasses followed, resting firmly on the bridge of her nose despite the late afternoon light.The New York air hit her instantly.Her chest tightened slightly, this was the city she had run from, the c

Thirds persons POV…Fine,” she said at last.The word came out reluctantly and a bit careful.“But we talk. That’s it.”Viktor didn’t smile.He simply nodded once and gestured down the hallway.The private lounge was exactly what she expected from someone like him.Elegant, quiet and isolated.Soft lighting cast a warm glow across the room, highlighting the sleek furniture, the polished surfaces, and the understated luxury that didn’t scream wealth but whispered it instead.Staff appeared almost immediately.Menus were presented. Orders were taken. Food arrived far too quickly like it was just waiting by the corner.Then they disappeared just as fast….Like ghosts.Layla sat down first, her posture was stiff, her senses were alert despite the exhaustion and hunger clawing at her insides.The moment the food was placed in front of her, she didn’t hesitate to picked up her fork and began eating because she was genuinely starving.Across from her, Viktor barely touched his plate.She coul

Third persons POVIt was a knock on the door that brought Layla to the realization that it was morning already… she had dozed off sitting and leaning on the door.When she scrambled up and opened the door, Viktor was standing there with a room service holding a tray of food.Before Layla could make out a word, Viktor gave an order.“Drop off the tray for the lady and leave… She had a long night.”The room service did as instructed and in no time, he was out of the room.“What are you doing in my room?” asked harshly. “ You've forgotten I paid for this space so I own full right to privacy?”“Oh… About that.” Viktor said, moving towards the tray of food. “Here.” He brought out a carefully arranged bundle of cash. “That's the money you paid… but you're right… you still own full rights to the room…”Layla shook her head in frustration. “I should have left here when my instinct said so last night.”“Relax Layla…” he said and went close to her. Layla took a step backwards so he stopped. “