Lyla had dedicated her whole life into loving her husband and he had in turn paid her with loyalty, or so she thought. Until she finds out that her best friend gave birth to a replica of her husband. After much interrogation she finds out that her husband cheated on her with her best friend because according to her “She was barren”. She walked away in anger only to find herself in the worst scenario ever. She had an accident and not just an accident, an accident that claimed the life of the only child of the prime minister. Only for her to discover that it was all planned by her best friend. Heartbroken, she vows to repay them for all they did and this time she is not alone, Jace, her ex-husband's enemy comes with a proposal, he would save her from the mess and in turn she would help him ruin Chad . She agrees to the contract marriage but as time goes they find themselves torn between their wants and their desires.
View MoreLyla’s POVThat night, I couldn’t sleep. The weight of the shocking revelation from Dr. Mayer pressed so hard on me. Even with Jace cuddled behind me and both our hands on my belly, a storm was still brewing in my mind.They’re not after me. They’re after what I carry.Every kick from the twins reminded me: their bloodline wasn’t just mine. It belonged to something far more dangerous. Something born in a lab, buried beneath government black sites, and now resurrected in the hands of the Architect.I slipped out of bed at 3:14 a.m.Jace stirred but didn’t wake.Downstairs, I slid open my laptop. I had one goal: Find the remaining files from Project Seraphim. If the Architect wasn't lying, then I wasn’t the only one. There were others.And maybe—just maybe—one of them survived.After four hours of digital digging and one untraceable proxy into an encrypted defense archive, I found it.Subject 03ACodename: "Gabriel"Status: Retained – Off-gridProject Role: Behavioral Prototype – Enhan
Lyla’s POVThree days later, I was upstairs tending to the girls, when Mrs. Maddy came to deliver an envelope to me. "Who is it from?" I asked. I don't have an idea, it was delivered by a courier dispatch rider who said nothing, it came with no return address but enclosed with a black seal. Before I could ask, he was already lost in traffic, she said quietly. Alright, thank you mum, I'll take it from here, I said dismissively. I didn’t open it immediately. My fingers hovered over the wax, my heart thudding in my ears. Something inside me knew—whatever this was, it wasn’t just a threat.It was history.Jace watched from across the room. We’d barely spoken since the truth-serum night. Trust was being rebuilt, brick by bloody brick.He nodded once. “Whatever’s in there—we face it together.”I broke the seal.Inside: a single photograph. A building, half-collapsed. A young girl in a red coat, her back to the camera."It was me." I staggered back, nearly dropping the picture.“Lyla?” J
Lyla’s POVThe tea cup clinked gently as Collins set it down on the table. He didn’t notice the slight tremble in his hands. At least not yet. “I’ll have the new guards arrive before noon,” he said, wiping his mouth casually. “Anyone you trust in particular?”I smiled gently. “I trust you to make the right call.”His pupils had started to dilate. I smiled softly. The serum was working.The military-grade compound I’d slipped into his drink wasn’t detectable in standard tox screens. It didn’t alter memory or scramble the mind. It simply turned the volume up on truth—dialed it so loud a lie became physically impossible to say.I leaned forward, calm as still water.“Collins,” I said gently, “how long have you been working with the Architect?”The pause lasted two seconds too long.“Since the fire,” he said flatly.I blinked. “The orphanage fire?”He nodded.“That was over a decade ago. You—what do you mean?”He looked me dead in the eyes. “They saved me from the wreckage. I was suppose
Lyla’s POV I experienced insomnia after Becky’s Funeral. Not because I was grieving her. I had lost every iota of love, care and respect for Becky long before she ever became my enemy. But her final letter wouldn’t leave my head.“Look deeper into Collins”.It played like a song in my mind. Every moment he helped me. Every time he’d shown up when no one else could. Every secret he shouldn’t have known. And worse—every moment I had trusted him blindly.So I started digging quietly. I wasn't so sure of who next was lurking around for information or who next would betray my trust and take my loyalty for granted again. I had to be extremely careful. The first clue was phone records. I used an old contact at the Ministry of Defense’s cybersecurity division. I gave her a burner phone, no names mentioned. Just asked her to run metadata on Collins’ calls during the week before and after the Karev Ball.What came back made my stomach drop.Multiple encrypted calls. One number repeated mor
Lyla’s POVTwo days had passed since Becky’s second arrest, and yet sleep refused to find me.The girls slept peacefully in their cribs. Jace kept watch with Collins, coordinating a full sweep of our home, background checks on staff, even double-tapping security lines. But I felt it in my bones—this wasn’t over.Becky’s warning rang like church bells in my head.“She’s already chosen her next target.”Who was she?I paced from one end of the room to the other, my mind clouded with who this "Architect" could be. I mean, she knew virtually everything about me, she's definitely someone closer than I thought. But who exactly is she? She stood there in an undisclosed underground facility outside the city, watching surveillance footage from a dozen screens. She was undeniably endowed, her fashion sense was top notch, her long brown hair flowed freely across her shoulders. She wore black gloves, rarely spoke, but when she did, her voice was as smooth as velvet, and as sharp as a blade cut
Lyla's POV Three Months After The city had resumed an unusual tempo. Even as Becky’s incarcerated, rumors continued to spread. Since the ball, my public presence has been sparse, consisting of brief media remarks and meticulously planned charity events. My twins were flourishing, yet I remained vigilant. Not entirely. Jace hadn't either. The brother of the Prime Minister—Nathaniel Marlowe—had disappeared from the public spotlight. No formal announcement. No media inquiry. It felt like he had been silently deleted. However, I remained more vigilant. And there's this change I felt around Bailey, I sensed it more whenever she went outdoors. Discussions changed as she walked by. Even Bailey’s grin didn’t shine in her eyes as it used to. "I looked into Marlowe's final activities," Collins remarked, sitting in the hideout they currently utilized for confidential discussions. "Two days following Becky's arrest, he took a private jet using a fake identity." Lyla lifted an eyebrow. "Whe
LYLA'S POV My head pounded with each passing second. The room was thick and full of tension, the dampness in the air biting into my skin like icy teeth. My mouth was dry because I was terribly dehydrated, my lips had turned chapped. My wrists were severely bruised from the coarse rope used to tie me up in place. Becky stood there in the shadows with her arms crossed. Her pale blue eyes glittered with an intensity I couldn't recognize. It seemed as though it came from a mind long fractured, her expression unreadable laced with venom. “ So you mean you really don’t remember?” Becky said softly. “Of course you wouldn’t. You've always had the perfect life.Rich, protected and you never lacked anything, while I suffered for years watching you outshine me, but it all ends today. And there is Jace and your fairy tale romance. What about Bailey, clinging to your every word? The media worshipping you like a goddess. And me?” She paused, her voice cracked. “I was the one who cleaned up
Lyla's POVThe days merged together from the hospital bed, the sterile white walls constantly reminding me of how quickly everything could change in an instant. Jace always stayed by my side. He dozed in the chair, occasionally curled up at the base of my bed. Bailey frequently visited as well, bringing snacks and tales that would make me chuckle. I despised being trapped in this place, feeling ineffective as the world beyond continued to progress. "You'll be gone before the ball," Bailey comforted one afternoon, sitting on the windowsill. "Everyone has been asking about you." The ornaments are amazing, and can you believe it? The Steel Minister is arriving by plane with his group. "That hasn't occurred in years." I struggled to smile. “Perhaps the twins are already engaging in their initial act of defiance—ensuring that mommy gets her rest.” Bailey chuckled, yet her eyes lost some brightness. She consistently acted that way whenever she was concealing something. “What is that?” I
Lyla's POV After the recent happenings and stress from the past weeks, I had the most sound sleep anyone could ever think of, from all the sweet talks and feet massage I recieved from Jace the previous night, the cuddling and passionate love making we had, oh, how I missed the way he makes me feel. Then waking up the next day at exactly 11:30am to breakfast, brunch, specially prepared by Jace. He can be such a sweetheart. I smiled and thanked God quietly in my heart for the gift of him. Hey, angel, there are varieties of dishes all for you, make your choice and eat to your satisfaction, there's more from where that came from, he winked and smiled at me as he waltzed into the bathroom. About 30minutes later, he was out and of course ensuring my bathing water was prepared too. He brought out outfits I'll be wearing for the day and set them up on the bed. You don't have to do this, you know? Stop complaining and go get a shower, he said carefully placing a kiss on my forehead and e
“She looks so beautiful” Bailey,my younger sister, said sitting beside me as she took in the baby’s hand. The baby had fallen asleep.My smile grew wider as I stared at the new-born baby girl, my best friend had just given birth to.I wish she knew the guy she had a one-night stand with. He would be so happy to see his baby.As funny as it was, the baby had taken all the father’s features and none from his mother.Becky layed on the bed with a tired smile. “She already has five thousand likes,” she said, staring at her phone.I nodded. I had been so happy about the news of my best friend giving birth and had posted it on my blog.Becky cleared her throat and stood up “Can you take her to the PEDs doctor? She said she will have to give her some vaccines,” she said.I nodded with understanding that I knew she was weak. She deserves to rest after all she just gave birth. I stood up and walked towards the PEDs doctor’s office. Bailey followed me. The doctor had gone for an abrupt break, ...
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