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Layla's pov The USB burned a hole in my palm as I sat on the edge of my bed, the room dark except for the pale glow of the moonlight leaking through the curtains. It was quiet, but my mind was loud. The information I had—the names, the deals, the betrayals—felt heavier than any weapon. And for the first time, I understood what true power felt like.I stared at it again. This small, plastic thing held the truth that could destroy Damian… or protect him. But it could also bring my father’s empire crashing down. My own family. The people who raised me, lied to me, used me.Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t let them fall. I couldn’t afford to be weak. Not anymore.I got up slowly, walked over to my dresser, and slid the USB into a hidden compartment beneath the top drawer. I locked it. Then I walked away.I wasn’t going to give it to my father. I wasn’t going to give it to Damian either. No one would use me again.I was done being a pawn.---The next morning, I made my way to the ca
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Layla's pov I sat in the Eclipse boardroom, the city skyline stretched beyond the windows like a painting I couldn't touch. The chair beneath me felt too big, the room too silent. I had accepted the role. I had taken the keys to a kingdom built on secrets and war.But it didn’t feel like victory.Not when the cost was this heavy.The logo of Eclipse glowed on the wall behind me—sleek, cold, powerful. A constant reminder that my grandmother had handed me not just a company, but a loaded gun. One aimed directly at Monroe Enterprises.My family.Or whatever was left of it.I didn’t want to save them. Not after what they did. Not after how they made me feel like I was never enough. But… the people in that company, the ones who weren’t monsters, they would suffer if Monroe Enterprises fell. Employees. Families. People who had no idea what kind of poison ran through the boardroom.If I saved it, I’d be saving them too. But I’d also be helping the same people who used me like a pawn.I stoo
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A Love Forged In Ruins Choosing me
Layla's pov The USB burned a hole in my palm as I sat on the edge of my bed, the room dark except for the pale glow of the moonlight leaking through the curtains. It was quiet, but my mind was loud. The information I had—the names, the deals, the betrayals—felt heavier than any weapon. And for the first time, I understood what true power felt like.I stared at it again. This small, plastic thing held the truth that could destroy Damian… or protect him. But it could also bring my father’s empire crashing down. My own family. The people who raised me, lied to me, used me.Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t let them fall. I couldn’t afford to be weak. Not anymore.I got up slowly, walked over to my dresser, and slid the USB into a hidden compartment beneath the top drawer. I locked it. Then I walked away.I wasn’t going to give it to my father. I wasn’t going to give it to Damian either. No one would use me again.I was done being a pawn.---The next morning, I made my way to the ca
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A Love Forged In Ruins The train station
Layla’s POVI couldn’t sleep after reading the message. It haunted me all night.“You’re not the only one Damian’s lied to. Meet me. I have more answers.”The message gave a time and a location—an old train station just outside the city. I waited until Damian left the house early for a business call. My hands trembled as I dressed in jeans, a hoodie, and sneakers. My heart pounded in my chest as I slipped out the back door and called a cab.The ride was too short for my liking. Each bump in the road sent a wave of anxiety shooting through me. My mind was spinning, tangled with the accusations Usher had made and the secrets I hadn’t known about the man I’d married. The station loomed ahead as the cab pulled up. It looked abandoned—dark and haunting, the kind of place you didn’t want to be alone at night. Rusting metal gates, broken windows, a train that hadn’t run in years—it all added to the heavy atmosphere. The wind cut through the station like a thousand whispers, but all I could
A Love Forged In Ruins Pier 13
Layla's pov It started with a phone call.Not a number I recognized—just a cold, unknown string of digits lighting up my screen.I almost didn’t answer.But something about it… something about the way my stomach twisted in knots told me this wasn’t a mistake.“Hello?” I said cautiously.There was a pause. Then a deep voice spoke, calm but edged in steel.“Meet me at Pier 13. Come alone. If you want the truth about Damian… don’t be late.”Click.That was it.No name. No reason. Just that cryptic message—and one name I hadn’t heard in years.Kent Enterprises.The phone nearly slipped from my fingers. That name stirred up memories I had buried. Whispers in my father’s study. My stepmother’s hushed arguments. Even Damian’s face, carefully blank whenever the name came up, like he was sealing something behind a vault he didn’t want me to open.I stared at my reflection in the mirror, my heart thudding like war drums. I should’ve ignored it. I should’ve waited for Damian to get back from hi
A Love Forged In Ruins Silent, but not innocent
Layla's pov The day had started out like any other—quiet, calm, uneventful. Damian was in his home office, typing away on his laptop while I lazed on the couch in the living room, flipping through an old fashion magazine. The soft hum of classical music echoed faintly through the house, blending with the occasional click of his keyboard. I wasn’t sure when our life had started to feel normal, but lately, it had. Peaceful breakfasts, shared silence, soft looks across the table. I had almost forgotten why we were together in the first place—a marriage rooted in duty, not love.I should have known better than to believe it would stay peaceful for long.It started when I went to look for the old file box in the study. Damian had asked me to find a missing receipt for some imported equipment. The box was heavy and dusty, tucked in the bottom corner of a dark cabinet. I pulled it out, coughing as the dust rose in clouds around me. I opened the lid and
