Novel & Cerita For The Fans Nyla K

Only because our son begged to go to the amusement park, my wife, Nyla Frost, a wealthy heiress, ended up in a car accident on the way there, leaving her permanently paralyzed from the waist down. To punish us, she slashed our daily allowance to a mere ten cents. For the past three years, my son and I had no choice but to survive by scavenging through trash every day, even fighting the dogs for scraps. One day, my son was so hungry that he lost all reason. He ate a few crumbs of a cookie that our family doctor had accidentally dropped on the floor. My wife flew into a rage, accusing him of having filthy, thieving hands. As punishment, she made him stand outside in the pouring rain for th

“And the child?” “Public records are sealed tight. The birth certificate isn’t public. No hospital discharge photos, no baby announcement, nothing. She’s kept the kid completely off-grid. We can’t get close enough for a DNA sample without crossing lines we don’t cross. Nyla—her name is Nyla—is registered at a private preschool under tight security. No public sightings with her face uncovered. No school events are open to the press. Charlotte’s team is good. Really good.” “So we still don’t know.”

Not yet. “You fucking did. If you didn’t, why was I here without my consent?” Nyla’s voice sharply cut through the air like a whip, stopping my train of thoughts. I leaned forward slightly, my gaze steady on her and unrelenting. “Maybe because I knew you wouldn’t give me the consent.” I said, and I almost cursed myself out when she retorted almost immediately. “Right. Now let me out of here.” She spat, her eyes darting towards the heavy door.

Was this why? “I AM GOD. THE CREATOR OF WORLDS, MAKER OF MAN AND WOMEN. I GIFTED THE WOULD WITH ALL YOU HAVE SEEN. I HAVE BEEN WAITING TO MEET YOU DEAR LAYLA.” My heart raced at the sound of his voice. I kept my head down. Was I supposed to say something now?

He strides over to Nyla, their eyes locking in a tense standoff. "Do you care to share your version of events, or are you sticking to your story?" Alpha Grant challenges, his gaze unwavering. Nyla responds with a disdainful sneer. "She was drugged. It's entirely possible she hallucinated my presence, especially considering Adaline's indifference toward me. I did not drug her, my Alpha," Nyla retorts confidently, refusing to break eye contact with Alpha Grant.

"Now, where were we?" Nyla got home and wiped away her tears. She wanted a divorce. She called her best friend right away. "Valarie, help me find Clark's uncle Damon Summer's schedule." Since Clark wanted to use her, she'd show him what being used felt like. She had never been a helpless victim. Love had just blinded her eyes. It made her willing to lower herself. But now, the game rules were changing. One hour later, Nyla appeared at Velvet, the most luxurious bar downtown. She had changed into a black slip dress. The low-cut design showed off her figure perfectly. Her long hair fell over her shoulders like a waterfall.

"Let's go upstairs. We'll wait for Gabriel's call and any updates from my team." They went upstairs. Nyla sat on the couch, her eyes fixed on her phone, anxiously waiting for Gabriel's call. Damon stood by the window, his face grim, staring out as his thoughts churned. The tension in the room was palpable as the minutes dragged on. Finally, Nyla's phone rang. She snatched it up, her breath hitching when she saw Gabriel's name on the screen. Answering quickly, she asked, "Have you decided? Will you let me trade places with Buddy?"

I assured her and went back to our side of the pavilion. *** Marcus pov The music dulled behind me as I stepped away from the crowd, my eyes following her. My daughter, Lyra, the Luna of Axelland. I wonder if she is on to my plans. But that is not possible. As I only let Garret know what I’m doing. Even at that I don’t tell him everything. But there are some questions I need answers about. I have to meet with her and ask her some things that are confusing me.