Lyla’s POV.The phone call came in like a lightning strike, jagged and fast.“Your sister just woke up from the coma. She’s been calling for you ever since. Please, how fast can you get to the hospital? She needs to see you to stay calm.”I collapsed to the floor, unable to keep myself together. My hand trembled, and the phone slipped from my grasp. Jace, who had been nearby, rushed to my side, thinking something tragic had happened. I could barely form words through the overwhelming flood of emotions.“She’s awake! She’s awake!” was all I managed to yell, my voice cracking from the weight of the relief flooding my system. My anxiety had spiked the moment I saw the call from the hospital, and I had been paralyzed by fear until this moment.Jace immediately pulled me into his arms, wrapping me tightly in an embrace. “It’s alright. It’s alright. She’s alive. Bailey is okay,” he repeated, trying to calm me down as my body shook with a mixture of shock and relief.I tried to steady myself
Lyla’s POVI was burning with rage when Becky walked in. I was shocked, yes, but more than that, I was angry. What was she doing here? My mind raced with thoughts as I bristled with fury.“You better leave now before I do something you definitely won’t like,” I said, my voice cold and threatening.Becky didn’t respond right away. She looked around the room, as if she were searching for something, then took off her sunglasses and stepped closer to me.“Nice to see you too, Lyla,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “I can see Jace is treating you well, but it’s only a matter of time before he throws you out when he finds out that your womb can’t carry a child.”Her smile was smug, one side of her cheek lifting with that irritating, superior expression. I tried to move toward her, ready to unleash all my pent-up anger, but Bailey pulled me back.“For the last time, what are you doing here?” Bailey asked, her voice steady.“Easy, Tiger,” Becky replied, her tone mockingly calm. “I’
Lyla's POV."Sis, you can’t keep hiding here and crying your eyes out every single day. You know you're pregnant, and it's not good for the baby." Bailey's voice was gentle as she placed a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me, but I couldn't stop crying. My heart was broken, and my emotions were too raw.I tried to speak, but all that came out was a sob. "Bailey... tell me... am I cursed? Why do these terrible things keep happening to me? Why do bad things happen to good people?"I couldn't hold back the tears any longer, even though my body felt weak and drained from the endless crying. I hadn't eaten all day."You are not cursed, Lyla. You're the sweetest soul on earth, and I’m so proud to have you as my sister. If you weren’t my sister, I’d probably be jealous," Bailey said, her voice full of sincerity."But why does disaster always seem to follow me?" I cried, wiping my eyes. "Everyone I love seems to hate me—Chad, Becky, Jace’s family... They all hate me."Even through my te
Lyla’s POV.When Jace walked in, Bailey quickly left the room, giving us space to talk. Though I was happy to see him, I wasn’t ready to go back with him—not after what had happened. His mother and aunt had thrown my things outside, and it could have been worse if someone had recorded it and posted it online.“I know what they did was terrible,” Jace began, his voice soft but firm. “But it’s you and me against the world. I promised I’d take care of you and protect you. Did I?”I didn’t want to admit it, but I couldn’t deny how much I wanted to believe him. Still, the anger and pain lingered.“I can’t stand the fact that your mother thinks I’m the bad influence,” I said, my voice cracking. “They’ll never accept me. Can’t you see that? No matter how hard I try to stay calm and prove I’m a good person, it doesn’t matter. All they care about is you marrying Sasha and building your political career.”“I don’t want any of that,” Jace replied quickly. “If I wanted to be a politician, I would
Lyla's POVThe news hit me like a ton of bricks. I wasn’t prepared for this. I had walked into the hospital that day, thinking I was just going for a regular check-up, expecting the usual. But what the radiographer said next sent my heart racing—faster than I thought was possible. I wasn’t just expecting one baby; I was expecting two. Twins. It wasn’t just a surprise; it was a shock, a complete jolt to my system.I wasn’t sure if I was even ready for this. I had never been a mother before. How could I take care of two? I felt overwhelmed with the enormity of what I was about to face. Could I do it? Could I be a good mother? These questions ran through my mind in a steady stream, growing more and more frantic by the second."Sorry, can you check again? Are you sure? There has to be some mistake," I said, my voice barely concealing the panic rising inside me. The radiographer, a woman who looked seasoned and unbothered by my distress, glanced up, sensing the tension in my voice. Bailey,
Lyla’s POVI cried until I couldn’t produce any more tears. I felt empty, as if the grief had drained every bit of emotion from me. Jace had been rushed into surgery, and I had run right alongside the stretcher that carried him, desperate to stay close. But then we hit a point where they wouldn’t let me through.“I’m sorry, ma’am, you have to wait in the lobby. You can’t come in here,” the nurse told me with a stern look.Her words were like a knife to my chest. I couldn’t fathom the idea of sitting idly outside while the surgeons worked to save him. I wanted to be with him, to hold his hand, to somehow reassure him that I was still here, still fighting for him. But the nurse’s expression remained unmoving.“Please, I need to be with him. I need to hold his hand,” I begged through my sobs, my voice cracking with desperation. I could see the pity in her eyes, but she didn’t relent.“Ma’am, if you want your husband to have a chance, you need to let us do our job,” she said, her tone col
Lyla’s POVThe hospital was eerily quiet, save for the sound of Bailey sobbing softly beside me. I could feel her fingers gently stroking my hair, the warmth of her touch a comfort even in my half-conscious state. My eyelids fluttered, and slowly, my vision began to clear. The first thing I noticed was the ceiling. It looked so strange, unfamiliar, as if I was seeing it for the first time. For a few seconds, my brain struggled to comprehend what had happened to me. Why was I here? Why did everything feel so... off?I stayed still, not moving, barely making a sound. I wasn’t sure if I was even supposed to be awake. But then, I let out a faint groan, and that’s when Bailey noticed. Her voice broke through the silence, relief flooding her tone.“Oh my God, you’re awake!” She rushed to call the doctor, her words frantic but laced with love. I wanted to speak, to call out her name, but my body felt like it was made of lead. I couldn’t move, couldn’t even lift my head. My mouth was numb, as
Lyla’s POVThe hospital had turned into a fortress. Reporters flooded the grounds, desperate for a glimpse of Jace after hearing that he had regained consciousness. His mother had made sure that every possible entrance was guarded, and only those with VIP access were allowed into the hospital’s designated areas. She had instructed her men to maintain tight security—no one was getting in without permission.I wasn’t surprised by her actions; she always had a firm grip on the reins. But that didn’t stop me from wanting to see Jace. She wasn’t letting me near him, and it tore at my heart knowing there wasn’t much he could do from a hospital bed. He needed me, and I needed him. The only way I could speak with him now was through someone who still had access to his room—Collins.Collins was Jace’s right-hand man, his closest ally. They had been friends since childhood, and now, as Jace’s personal assistant, he was the only person allowed direct access to him in the hospital. Over the past
Lyla’s POVI folded my arms across my chest, a habit that had become second nature when I was trying to hide my emotions. My arms were positioned firmly at breast level as I stared at Abel. A scoff escaped my lips before I could stop it.“What did you just say?” I moved closer to him, my eyes narrowing, trying to read his expression.“You heard me correctly, Lyla,” Abel’s voice was cold, almost mocking. “I’m going to tell my father and my uncle about Bailey’s kidnapping, and I’ll make sure they know exactly what you’re doing—all of this to get your sister out. How do you think they’ll react when they find out you’ve played them both twice? Do you really think the contract you have with Jace is enough to shield you from their wrath?”His words were meant to strike fear into me, but I wasn’t intimidated. I held his gaze firmly, my arms still crossed. I wasn’t afraid of him or his threats. Abel was many things, but he wasn’t someone who could rattle me. Not now, not after everything.Abe
Lyla's POVEverything was finally in place. The warehouse was packed with crates of the new drink, and the press had already arrived to cover the production of the latest strawberry-flavored beverage. It was an important day for the Karev family, one that would bring them both publicity and, hopefully, profits.Mr. Karev was present, of course, though he was accompanied by his mistress. Mrs. Karev, on the other hand, looked absolutely miserable, her frown unwavering throughout the entire event. It wasn't just because we had ignored her wishes—it was because the woman standing beside Mr. Karev, who was laughing and leaning into him, was none other than her old friend. The woman who had, years ago, swooped in to steal Mr. Karev away from her."Can you believe this?!" Sasha hissed, her voice dripping with disgust. "The audacity! Who does she think she is? Look at them! They're practically holding hands in front of everyone. This is not good for your image as the leader of the Universal W
Lyla’s POV“Are you insane? I will never let that happen, not under my watch! Have you completely lost your mind? Your father and I worked so hard to build this company and the reputation you’re trying to destroy! What the hell has come over you?” Mrs. Karev’s voice was sharp, every word cutting through the room like a knife. The anger in her eyes was undeniable, a storm brewing behind them as she raked Jace with her gaze. She had just learned about the plans to open another factory for the production of the illegal drink, and she was having none of it.I stood frozen at the edge of the doorway, barely daring to breathe, as the argument unfolded before me. The tension in the room was suffocating, every word from Mrs. Karev fueled by disbelief and frustration.“This is the only way we can save Bailey, Mum,” Jace replied, his voice firm, but there was a hint of desperation beneath it. He was never one to back down, especially when it came to people he cared about. “The Mafia boss is a v
Lyla’s POV“I don’t know what to do… I’m so worried about my wife. I can’t even tell if they’re treating her well or if they’re hurting her! That Don… he’s a terrible, wicked man. I just hope he’s not doing horrible things to Bailey.” Collins’ voice cracked with emotion, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I saw a man cry. The tears flowed down his face, his body shaking with the weight of his anguish. I had never seen him like this—so raw, so vulnerable. Collins, usually the calm and collected one, had lost all semblance of control.The only person standing by his side in that moment, holding him together, was Jace. He stepped toward Collins, wrapping his arms around him in a comforting hug. The embrace was silent, but the emotion in the room was palpable. My own eyes stung with tears, but this was different. I had cried countless times in the privacy of my room, but seeing Collins break down like this… it shattered me in ways I couldn’t describe.I couldn’t deny it—Col
Lucas’s POV“I exchanged contacts with Sofia. She was the one who insisted, and it would’ve been rude to turn her down. She was all over me last night. She didn’t want to let me go; she was grinding and whining her waist on me. I won’t lie to you, bro! I felt really uncomfortable. What if Bella saw us together? It would’ve been disastrous. I couldn’t even hold hands with her. My eyes were busy scanning the whole environment, trying to make sure no one saw us,” I said into the phone, narrating the events of the previous night to James. He already knew who Sofia was—he’d been there with me back in high school. He knew how much trouble she used to cause.“Dude, you need to avoid Sofia like the plague!” James’s voice came through clearly, a mix of frustration and disbelief. “You know that girl is trouble! You always got into trouble because of her back then in school. You never did your assignments because you were always focusing on her, helping her with hers. You were always late to sch
Lyla’s POVI knocked lightly on the door, holding my arm across my chest. My heart was racing, and every instinct inside me screamed to turn around and leave. But something kept me rooted in place. When no answer came, I hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open. It was unlocked, just slightly ajar.Stepping inside, I was met with an unsettling silence. I’d hoped Sasha wouldn’t be there—she wasn’t—but the tension I carried with me still lingered. It wasn’t that I was scared of Sasha, but more of the potential conflict that seemed to always swirl around her. I wasn’t in the mood for a confrontation. Not now, not when Bailey was still missing, and I had no idea where she was or what might be happening to her.As I entered the room, my eyes scanned the familiar space. I moved slowly, my body almost on autopilot, but my mind was racing. The memories came flooding back in waves, each one crashing into me with surprising force. I hadn’t been in this room in so long, and it felt li
Lyla’s POV“Now is not the time, Chad. How did you even get my number in the first place?” I asked, my voice sharp and tinged with frustration. My head was pounding, and we had been stuck on Bailey’s situation for days. There hadn’t been any substantial updates in what felt like forever, and the silence was starting to get to me. The anxiety, the not knowing—it was wearing me thin. I had no idea how Chad had gotten my contact information. I never used the complimentary card he gave me when we met, and the fact that he had my number felt… suspicious.“Look, Lyla, I just care about you. That’s all,” Chad’s voice came through the phone, softer than usual, almost gentle. “I heard about Bailey’s kidnapping, and I just want you to know that I’ll be here if you need me.”His words caught me off guard. Chad had never sounded so genuine in my life. There was something in the way he spoke, a sincerity I hadn’t heard before. It brought a strange sense of peace to my troubled mind, but it also ma
Lyla's POVI tried calling the number again, my fingers shaking as I dialed. But once more, it wasn’t connecting. My heart skipped a beat. The officer had been right all along—Bailey had been kidnapped, and I knew she was in grave danger. The message had been so brief, so cold. No details, no demands. Just a simple, chilling sentence: “We have your sister.”I stared at my phone, my mind racing. "Oh my God! They just messaged me! They just messaged me!" I shouted, almost in disbelief, as I clutched the phone tighter. My voice echoed in the empty room, and for a moment, I couldn’t even process the enormity of the situation. The message was unsettlingly simple, and now that I tried calling the number back, I realized it wasn’t connecting. Whoever sent it had used a burner phone, making it impossible to trace.My loud cry didn’t go unnoticed. From upstairs, Mrs. Maddy hurried down, followed closely by Sasha. Sasha came rushing down the stairs with a look of annoyance, clearly startled by
Lyla’s POV“Kidnapped?” the words echoed around the room, each person’s voice a mixture of disbelief and confusion. The room seemed to freeze for a moment, the reality of what had been said hanging in the air like a dark cloud. The officer who had just spoken seemed certain, but I couldn't bring myself to accept it.“But who would want to do that?” I asked, my voice shaking with the weight of the question. “Bailey is my kid sister, and she’s so calm. I can’t think of anyone who would want to harm her, let alone kidnap her.” My words faltered, the gravity of the situation slowly sinking in. I wasn’t ready to believe that my younger sister, my baby sister, was in the hands of someone who wanted to do her harm. I wasn’t ready for that reality to be true.The officer gave me a solemn look, his gaze hard but not unkind. “Well, I’ve handled cases like this before, and I can tell you that most kidnappers don’t have any personal connection to their victims. Often, they’re just opportunists, o