All Chapters of THE CEO’S RUTHLESS COMMITMENT (hidden obsession): Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Layla's POVI took the folder with me back to the bed room. It felt like a curse sitting in my hands because it made my hands shake so much that I almost dropped it at the hall way.My knees were weary at the time I got to the room. I gave another look at the folder as though I expected my name to disappear this time but it was still there, my own name, written in black ink. It looked like a nightmare.Sleep completely deserted me that night. I left the files spread out beside me while I sat at the edge of the bed. I clutched my phone in my palm in a mix of fear, shock and confusion.I finally decided I needed to dial Viktor. I dialed him again and again but every call went straight to voicemail. "Oh Viktor...." I whispered, my voice broke. "Just come home and tell me you know this is some sort of mix up."All night, I whispered prayers beneath my breath, hoping he would show up, but Viktor didn't come back.I lost track of time and certainly didn't realise I eventually slept. It

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 found her scarf dropped on the chair, it felt like Layla left pieces of her everywhere to haunt me.I got suffocated. Breathing became hard. I clenched my fists by my sides then I roared like an animal and slammed my fist to the wall. blood trickled from my knuckles but I didn't feel it.Silence followed.I went back into the living room and pulled bottles of whiskey and Vodka. I needed everything that could burn my throat and drown out the memories of Layla's face pressed against the cruiser window. But unfortunately, it didn't work. It was even more haunting.In my intoxicated state I was still wondering; where is she right now? Is she laying down on the cold cell floor? Is she crying? Or

'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 creaked open."Mrs Douglas? You're freed."My heart lit with joy."My husband?"The guard was hesitant. "Ma'am, if you're asking if your husband facilitated your freedom, the answer is yes and No."There was a pause. I let my head process the guard's response but nothing he said made sense so I concluded within me that I'd find out from Viktor.Somehow, I had hoped to see him outside, waiting to drive me home, but when I stepped outside, I met another shock—A police driver was waiting in a saloon vehicle to drive me to my destination.‘By order.’ so he said.There was no reason to panic, so I got it and we drove off.On arriving home, the house was empty.Viktor wasn't in.I saw a folder on t

Layla’s POVAfter the call with Naomi , my mouth went dry. Ex wife? Already? The words sounded like a bullet that was sent straight to my chest.Then there was a knock on the door.Before I could get myself up , the door bell rang out, loud and very persistent, followed by pounding."Open Up! NYPD!"My stomach dropped instantly. I didn't see it coming that fast. My legs moved before my mind could catch up. I stumbled to the door with trembling hands.Immediately I opened it, uniformed officers flooded in."Layla Backwood?" One barked.I barely nodded before the cold steel snapped my wrist."You're under arrest."I didn't hesitate. I quietly followed as they steered me towards the van. My heart was breaking into pieces as the penthouse door swung shut behind me.I wasn't given a moment to call for help.In the cell, the iron bars closed behind me with a sharp chill. I sat down on the cold bench, wrapping my arms around myself, trying not to think of the headlines outside, again.Th

Layla’s POV"Oh my God, I love her already." Naomi said, clapping her hands together and grinning in a dramatic way.My brows furrowed. Monica's words were too personal. From the way she spoke Viktor’s name like she had known him all her life, or like there was history buried between them. Down to how she said things too specific in two consecutive slips, before brushing them off with a quick pivot.Still I had little or nothing to say. Monica looked like a solution I needed. Maybe this was my chance for real justice.Soon, everywhere was lit up with headlines.it was on every screen, every blog, every paper. It spread widely that I have secured Monica Drake as my attorney. Viktor Douglas faces legal slam. Contract Marriage Scandal. Monica Drake Takes Aim.'Then Viktor activated fury. My phone rang late at night and it was him. I almost did not answer. But I did.His voice came through like ice. "Layla, what do you think you are doing? Don't let Monica Drake fill your head. You're onl