♥♥♥♥“I didn’t do it!” Layla begged for mercy, pleading with her father to trust her. She was on her knees, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I didn’t steal… why won’t you believe me?” Layla’s voice trembled with desperation and pain. “So, you’re saying I’m wrong?” her father scoffed, his tone laced with irritation. “Vanessa was around too....why don’t you ask her?” “Are you calling my daughter a thief?!” Margot, her stepmother, slapped her so hard that Layla lost her balance and hit the floor. “N-no,” Layla stuttered, fear quivering in her voice. “How dare you? My daughter will never steal from me! No maid came close to my room today, you are the thief!” Margot roared, her eyes blazing with hatred. “I d-didn’t d-do it,” Layla sobbed, trying to clear her name. “Since you refuse to confess,” her father declared coldly, “there will be no allowance for you until next year.” Layla froze, her breath catching. It’s only the beginning of the year… “Okay,” she whispered. She didn’t
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