Novel & Cerita Layla Miller

"He'll be coming for that." Caitlyn's eyes lowered to the file as she stretched her hand to pick it up. There was quietness in the office as she brought out the document in the file and ran her eyes through it. "I guess you didn't know about that," Lawyer Bernard spoke out, seeing the surprised look on Caitlyn's face. She turned her eyes away from the paper and faced lawyer Bernard. "Isn't the woman his biological mother?" The man heaved a sigh. "Well, she is. However, some people put their selfish interests over their families. Madam Scarlett is that type of a person."

"I told you never to come here. What are you doing here? Now get the hell out." Dean's words anger me even more, and I chuckle as I look at him. "Really? Are you asking me to leave? I guess no one knows the truth yet, that the person they all call Luna is nothing but a second wife. Tell me, Dean, how would you feel if everyone found out that the lady standing here is a lycan Luna and that the child she gave birth to belongs to the lycan Alpha? I chose to stay silent all this time so as not to hurt you, but have you ever thought about how much you hurt me when you cast me aside? I waited, thinking you would come back to me and apologize, but all I got was silence and nothingness. You hurt me

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

HERMES "I Am NOT a mole, we have been through this before," Layla professed, her eyes running from one face to another. "No one said anything about being a mole Layla," Gregory said, his head tilting below. They were expecting Layla's ability to detect moles as a true blood to be made manifest, but I doubt if she was fully aware of her abilities as a true blood except for the ones that had been made manifest earlier. "You are a true blood, do your thing," a gruffy voice belonging to Rosa said.

Something tells me that it must be his mistress that he left to see. Allen walked quietly into the room, it was my girlfriend's bar, so no security dared stop me, I just followed Allen straight inside the room. “How did it go?” I heard a young lady's voice. It sounded like my girlfriend Joan but that was impossible, she was visiting her grandmother for the holiday. “Guess who isn't getting a breakup,” Allen laughed loudly. “That bitch thought she could just break up with me and leave me broke, that was a wide idea.” “She would be at your mercy…it's only a matter of time before you are the one heading The Rodriguez's group,” the lady added.

She reached for her hand mirror and called for Margarette. “How are you? Did you get the dusts?” “Margarette, we need to talk. I want the truth. I want the whole story of Lenriad. Also, I have to tell you another thing.” Ellaine opened the leaf and stared at the beautiful face of a sleeping angel with golden hair.

" I called. It was as clear as glass that it was Miss Tatum but I needed to confirm it. She turned to face me then her eyes widened. As unexpected as it was, she smiled at me. What! "You're here?" She lifted her eyebrows. "You two know each other?" Max drew his eyes in askance. "Yeah, she once worked for me. She works for you now?" "Yes. Miss Layla is my current secretary." He said with a boyish grin. "Oh, I see." I nodded. "I think I'll have to leave you two because I need to attend to something." He smiled. "I hope to get in touch with you. Since Miss Layla knows you, it should be quite easier?"

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

She groaned once she answered the call. “Davila? What?” I rolled my eyes. Probably her one-night stand. “Olivia, it’s me Camila” she paused for a moment. “oh hey Mila” she was still drunk. Only God knows how many glasses of alcohol she drank. “Roman is mad, like super mad” “oh” she replied. “I’m sorry Mila, I only wanted to have fun”

I decided to follow the sound hoping for the best. I got to the kitchen, suddenly heaving a sigh of relief as soon as I laid my eyes on her. She stood by the sink, slowly stirring a mix of flour and cocoa in a bowl. Her white Apron had a few stains but she looked relaxed and engrossed in her work. She hadn't noticed me in the tensive room full of maids who were tensive at my presence. The woman close to the entrance shakily went down on her knees and they all stopped what they were doing, drawing Lena's attention to me. She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron.