All Chapters of Sold For A Night, Bound For A Lifetime : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Kayla's POVSleep refused to come to me that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the same pair of cold eyes staring at me from across that luxurious penthouse bedroom. Lucien Throne. The man who had unknowingly turned my life upside down twice now. First, the night I desperately traded everything I had left to save my mother's life. Then yesterday, when fate threw me beneath the headlights of his car only for him to save me without realizing I was carrying his child. I lay awake on Sarah's couch, staring at the ceiling while the heater hummed softly in the corner of the apartment. Outside, snow continued to fall against the windows, but my mind refused to quiet down. I replayed every word he had spoken, every glance he had given me, especially the moment he'd looked into my eyes and said I seemed familiar. For one terrifying second, I had almost told him everything. The truth had been sitting right on the tip of my tongue. Instead, I lied. I looked the father of my unborn c

Kayla's POVFor three weeks, my world was reduced to the four walls of my bedroom and the blinding blue light of my laptop screen.Depression is a silent, suffocating weight. It didn't just sit on my chest; it Followed me to my bed, making even the simple act of breathing feel like an exhausting chore.I spent days staring at the ceiling, paralyzed by the terrifying reality of my life. Unemployed..Homeless.. if Sarah ever grew tired of taking care of me. And singlehandedly carrying the child of a stranger who didn't even know I existed.Every morning, the morning sickness hit me like a train, leaving me leaning over the toilet while clutching my stomach in tears. But every afternoon, Sarah would walk through the door, set a warm plate of food beside me, and force me to sit up."You can grieve, Kayla, but you can't give up," she had told me repeatedly, her voice a steady anchor in my storm. "This baby needs you to fight."So, I fought!.I updated my CV. I wiped away my past failures,

Kayla's POVThe next day at workThe smooth Heavy doors of the main executive elevator slid open, and I stepped out onto the top floor of Throne Corporation.My heart was already pounding a frantic, uneven rhythm against my ribs, but I forced my expression into a mask of polite, calm composure. Just keep your head down, I repeated in my mind. You are an invisible trainee. You collect your paycheck, you buy baby clothes, and you stay out of sight.I smoothed down the front of my light red Jacket..a loose, structured fit that easily disguised the slight softness of my lower stomach. Walking toward the marble front desk, I greeted the head receptionist, a sharp woman in her late thirties named Clara."Good morning, Clara," I said, offering a warm smile as I set my belongings down. "Ready to show me the tips for day two?""Morning, Kayla," Clara replied, barely looking up from her double monitors as her fingers typed across her mechanical keyboard. "Glad you're early. The morning routine

Kayla's POVBy the end of my second month at Throne Corporation, I had settled into a delicate, fragile routine. My belly was growing softer, but under my oversized jacket, I was still holding the secret close to my chest.It was a busy Tuesday afternoon when the executive floor erupted into a wave of excitement.A high profile meeting had been scheduled between Throne Corporation and the heiress of a massive luxury cosmetics empire. The partnership deal was worth tens of millions, and the entire floor was on high alert.I was standing near the central filing station, reviewing a stack of incoming courier documents, when the private elevator doors open.Clicking heels echoed sharply against the marble floor. A woman stepped out, in a head to toe designer cream outfit, surrounded by three assistants and two bodyguard. She screamed wealth, arrogance, and total disregard for anyone in her path.My stomach dropped, and the blood completely drained from my face.Stella.Stella Vance—The in

​Marcus's POV​For weeks, Sarah’s words in the Cafe echoed in my mind like a ticking time bomb.​'When a ghost from four months ago shows up right under your boss's nose, carrying a package that belongs entirely to him...'​My phone buzzed on my desk, breaking my thoughts.​From: BossThis girl, Kayla. She looks far too familiar, and I don't believe in coincidences. Do something about it. Find out who she is.​My blood ran cold. The pieces of the puzzle were violently grinding together.​I spent the next month quietly digging through closed files, traffic logs, and private security archives. Finally, my cross referencing paid off. The facial recognition match hit: Kayla Williams was the exact woman Mr. Thorne had saved a month ago.Still ​Intrigued, I pulled up the high security footage from the Grand Astoria Hotel from that exact same week, reviewing an unrelated security flag from the night Mr. Thorne stayed in the suite.​My breath caught in my throat.​There she was on the hotel c