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Truth is, I was already expecting the bitch in her to show herself at some point. "Excuse me? How exactly does my situation affect you in any way?" I asked, not hiding my irritation. "Really? You don't know how you affect me? Sweetie, I'm Layla Ouellette, a super model who also happens to be strongly associated with AT fashion. If you get proven guilty, the company would be affected greatly and my name would unfortunately be dragged as well. So if you think your situation is only bothering you, well, you are so fucking wrong cause you are one step away from ruining quite a number of lives," she replied and if her aim was to bother me, she succeeded.

] [Can't you do this for me? I sent a bunch of text making Layla speechless. Finally, Layla relented. [Layla: Aghh! Fine! I'll show you my talent in cooking!] [Don't poison me.] [Layla: *crying emoji* I'll do my best.] I smiled in triumph. Layla was weak to guilt-tripping. I opened Kane's tab and saw his messages. [Kane: Who?] [Kane: Gab and Levi?] [Kane: You are not with them.]

Lila trailed off, looking at Kyle regretfully as if she would cry if he didn't help her. Kyle let out a heave as he touched Lila's hand in her lap. All the three sitting on the other side of the table— Jasmine, Jojo and Mari— saw his hand movement too. "This beautiful crazyhead here is my most valuable, amazing, always available for me, sometimes cute and sometimes crazy, my forever partner in crime... My closest friend, Lila. Lila Calvin. She's a social media influencer and one of the best advisers I have in life." Kyle said with a genuine tug at his lips.

I rubbed faster, chasing the edge he’d pushed me toward. Another message popped up immediately. Big D: You’re so sexy, Jayla. I need to feel that pussy. My entire body froze mid-grind. Jayla. He’d used my real name. No one on OnlyFans knew that name. My profile had no face reveals, no location, no links. I was careful. Paranoid, even. The only people who knew were family and a handful of old high school friends who had no idea about this side of me. My heart hammered against my ribs, a mix of fear and confused arousal twisting low in my belly. Who the hell was he?

“Layla.” “No, hear me out! He’s a private gynecologist. Dr. Jay Lee. He’s discreet. Professional. Smart as hell. And he looks like a Korean actor, I doubt you’ll be needing any touching to get wet.” I blinked. “So, hot.” “So hot he could bring a nun out of celibacy.” “Layla.” “I’m serious!” she laughed. “He helped me once. You know… when I had that little ‘reaction’ to my ex’s latex kink—”

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Her words cut like balm and blade both. Later, curled between the children’s warm bodies, Sienna reached for her phone. A new message blinked on the screen. Layla. Her thumb hovered before opening it. “I’m coming over tomorrow. It’s about Leo. Everything you think you know about him might be a lie.” Her heart lurched violently. Down the hall, Adrian sat awake, silent resolve etched into every line of him. Across the city, Leo paced like a predator, obsession spiraling.

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.

I grabbed her by the waist, flipping her to face the bed. "Kneel," I ordered, and she obeyed quickly like her life depended on it. She arched, getting in the perfect position to fill her with my shaft. Slowly, I inserted my organ into her sloppy cunt, and started thrusting, my pace increasing with every thrusts. Her moans came out louder and satisfactory this time around. I grunted softly amidst penetrating as a result of the pleasure filling my marrow. Climax was building inside of me. "I'm cumming again," Layla moaned.

I whisper to Darius, “My mother was part of Leon's pack before she met my father.” Darius nods as Leon and Kyra approach him; Leon's smile is friendly as he introduces himself to Darius. It's the first time I have met Kyra; her voice is soft as she says, “It's a pleasure to meet you, Layla.” Kyra is a soft-spoken she-wolf five foot four inches tall brown wavy hair, hazel eyes, and gorgeous. I introduce her to Darius before motioning all of them to follow me inside. Mom is talking to Jackson and Leon on one side of the room; I watch as the three of them turn toward me before continuing their conversation. I smirk when Jackson pulls mom into his arms and nods his head, I know my mother has jus