Novel & Cerita Clint And Layla

Helene who was speaking using Clara's head asked. "Honestly, I don't want to find out. Just as you said, you didn't betray me. You just didn't serve me from the very beginning. And I'm not really interested in your back story because I still won't feel sorry for you" Layla replied coldly. "You are just as cold as I want you to be. Try getting out of the trap if you can!" With that said Clara lost consciousness as Layla held her from falling. "And then we got ourselves into another mess. Is it always this hard?"

My name is layla. I was born in 920 b.c. I was left by an apple tree in the middle of a grass field, with wild flowers. My adoptive father, Damien found me, and took me home to his wife, Isabell. They had two kids together; Phebe (age 10) and Isaiah (age 5). Isabell had Phebe at the age of 13, and Damien was only 17 years-old at the time. It was normal in 920 b.c to marry, and have kids young. My parents were only married a few months before having Phebe.

Clara's POV 'Who is the business tycoon's new flame?' 'Trouble in paradise between hotelier Derek Montenegro and Madison Riley?' I ignored the headlines in the rest of the tabloids and skipped through them. I sighed in relief. At least none of them captured my face. "This calls for a moment to celebrate," Layla clapped her hands together. "Lucy!" she yelled. Her expression changed as she was hit with a realisation. "Oh wait, she is not here today," she whispered. "Margaret!" she yelled again.

LAYLAS POV When Layla and her new crew had all finished their dinner, they sat at the table chatting for what felt like forever. She learned that Javier was the son of Ares and Kinley was a daughter of Aphrodite. It suddenly made sense why Javier looked the way he did and why Kinley was so alluring. Layla noticed that multiple people were staring at her. They take quick glances and whisper to their friends and people next to them. Layla leaned towards the middle of the table.

Because of the continued silence in the bedroom, James eventually musters up the courage to walk out. He pushes the closet door by a fraction and peeps out through the narrow opening. Scanning the room, he gets out and Layla looks for her phone in the meantime. “How do know Denzel Flynn?” His eyes are wide with shock and bafflement as he asks Layla. “My ex,” she answers curtly, not willing to play his rubbish game of twenty questions, but James hasn’t even started. “And you know Chloe Flynn?” Layla senses a terrified shock in James’ voice. She leisurely nods her head while looking for her phone under the sheets.

I didn’t even understand why I cared so much, and why the thought of Layla anywhere near someone like Rhett made my chest twist and my skin crawl. Even when I shouldn't be. Grinding my heel against the ground, I turned toward the door, only to hear my neighbor’s voice call out. “Astrid! Coffee?” Claire was leaning against her porch railing with a bright smile. I gave her a strained one in return. “Maybe another time,” I said politely before walking inti the house. The air inside was thick, and I followed the faint murmur of voices until I spotted Layla on the balcony with Rhett. She stood close, but he wasn’t meeting her halfway. His posture screamed distance with an unreadable expression.

"Finally," Waiting for this document feels like forever. And now after getting it I quickly dove into the results, reading each sentence carefully to ensure I didn’t miss anything. Each sentence seemed to hold the weight of my fate and when I finally reached the crux of the matter, it felt like my heart stopped dead in its tracks. 'There's no record of Clara getting married when she moved here from California.' 'There are no records of men who have had relationships with her either.' Then I discovered Layla's birth date. It's been around eight months since the day Clara had her accident, and we all believed she had passed away. After that moment, Layla came into the world. The little girl wa

Every time she saw Jena, she felt insecure. Clara saw Keelin grumpy and stopped talking, she frowned again in annoyance. Jealousy is so obvious but also set high. Wait until Lars is robbed and see if she can stay calm. The two walked close to the CEO's room when they saw Layla coming out from the inside. Seeing Keelin, Layla's eyes lit up “Lady. Did you visit the boss?" "That's right." Keelin smiled and nodded. Seeing Clara standing next to her, Layla called an assistant secretary who was standing nearby

Dimitri was an imbecile, she had already confirmed that. Layla went down to the dining room after a relaxing shower, maintaining a serene expression so as not to arouse suspicion, especially Athena's. When she arrived, she only found Clodan in the room, and she sat next to him to keep him company while Soledad prepared her food. "And Athena?" she broke the silence, and Clodan's gaze met hers. "She left early." "She didn't tell me anything," Layla made a face. "She's busy with the divorce papers," the news made Layla look up in surprise.

The best part is she is getting a cabin for herself. "That's how she married Alexander sir?" she heard them gossiping of course of her. She rolled her eyes at the same thing again and again. Why is so hard for people to accept the happenings as it is? Clara walked to her cabin not minding anyone or anything. "There is a meeting to discuss the theme, color, and setting of the event," Layla informed everyone and all went to the conference hall where Alex and Sandy were seated on the stage as if waiting for the war to begin.