Lylaโs POVIt had been two months since Jace was discharged from the hospital, and things had been anything but peaceful. Sasha had moved in with us, and she was a force to be reckoned withโan endless storm of drama and desperation. Every day, she seemed to find a new way to get Jaceโs attention. Whether it was cooking for him or coming into his room to remind him to take his medication, nothing seemed to work. No matter what she did, Jace ignored her, constantly putting her in her place whenever she overstepped.His mother had recently gifted her another engagement ringโa diamond so large that it made mine look tiny by comparison. I didnโt care, though. I knew what was real between Jace and me, and no shiny rock could change that.Sasha, however, seemed determined to flaunt the ring at every opportunity, especially around me. I could see her trying to provoke a reaction, but I remained unfazed. I had bigger things to focus onโlike Jace.One morning, I was sitting in the bed room with
Lylaโs POVThe drama with Sasha wasnโt completely over, but we had managed to make it through the day. Mrs. Maddy was back, and she took over the kitchen, making a wonderful dinner for us. I had already made pasta for lunch, but when Mrs. Maddy arrived, she seamlessly took charge. Jace, as usual, wouldnโt let me lift a finger.When I brought his dinner up to him, he was sitting with his back against the bed, absorbed in his computer screen.โYou canโt be serious, Jace,โ I said, raising an eyebrow as I stepped into the room. โWhat do you think youโre doing?โโWorking, of course,โ he replied, not even looking at me.โAre you kidding me?โ I huffed. โYou want your mother to have my head on a platter?โ I reached for the laptop, but he swiftly turned it away from me.โWhat do you think youโre doing?โ he asked, his voice mildly annoyed.โStopping you from working,โ I shot back.โStop acting like my mum,โ he said, his tone soft but firm. โIโm not invalid. Iโm a grown man, and I can take care
Lylaโs POVA wave of panic swept over me as Bailey fussed around my closet, trying to help me pick out an outfit. I could feel my anxiety building, tightening in my chest. It was like a storm that I couldnโt control. I'd never been this anxious before, and I struggled to get a grip on my emotions."If you donโt calm down, youโre going to wet yourself," Bailey said, rolling her eyes. She glanced at a peach-colored blazer, holding it up in front of me. "Why are you shaking like you just caught a cold?""I have to present at a board meeting," I muttered, trying to steady my breath. "Jaceโs family doesnโt even like me. His father, uncle, mom... theyโre all on the board. What if they try to tear me down when I present? What if I mess it up? Is this really a good idea? Should I just turn it down?" My hand pressed against my forehead, and I could barely breathe. I felt like I might pass out."You're overthinking this. You're intelligent, youโre smart, and youโve done presentations before," B
Lylaโs POV.No one can truly take away a motherโs love for her child. In the midst of my pain, tears fell from my eyesโnot because of how I felt, but because, despite everything, I wasnโt thinking about myself. I was thinking about my unborn babies, hoping they were okay. The contractions had stopped, and I felt better, but everyone was still by my bedsideโexcept for Sasha, who had gone on a shopping spree with Jaceโs mom. I could see the worry in everyoneโs eyes. I had drifted off for a bit while Mrs. Maddy took care of me, but when I opened my eyes, Jace was there, sitting by my side. His gaze was fixed on me, filled with concern.โHow are you feeling, Mama?โ he asked softly, planting a gentle kiss on my arm. His touch made me smile.โYou all didnโt have to watch over me like Iโm a toddler. Iโm fine, I promise,โ I reassured them, trying to ease their worry.โWell, you scared the hell out of all of us!โ Collins blurted, his voice tense with frustration. โWhy didnโt anyone tell me abo
Lylaโs POVBailey was shattered. She couldnโt stop crying. For days, she hadnโt eaten, and despite all my attempts, she wouldnโt speak to me. All the food I left in her room went untouched. It hurt to watch her like this.โI canโt believe he would do this to me, after everything. Why are men like this?โ Bailey sobbed, her voice shaking. The floor around her was littered with tissues, and I feared that if she didnโt stop, sheโd make herself sick. I didnโt know what to say, anything that could make it better. All I could do was hold her.โI donโt mean to sound insensitive, but maybe itโs better this way. Itโs better it ended now, before things went any further,โ I said softly, gently placing her head on my shoulder. I patted her back, feeling the heat rising from her skin. Her fever was getting worse, and I worried she might develop something serious if she didnโt eat or sleep.โWhatโs wrong with me? Why canโt I find someone who will actually love me?โ she whispered between sobs.I didn
Lylaโs POVJaceโs mother didnโt break eye contact. Her gaze was cold and intense as she scrutinized me from head to toe. Thankfully, I was wearing an outfit that hid the shape of my tummy, concealing my baby bump.โIโve just been resting and taking care of Jace,โ I said quickly, trying to deflect. โI guess thatโs why Iโve put on a little weight.โ I forced a smile, but it faltered too quickly for me to recover.โThatโs not what I asked, Lyla.โ Her voice was sharper now, louder. โI asked, are you pregnant?โโCome on, Mum!โ Jaceโs voice cut through the tension as he stepped in front of me. He was clearly irritated. โGive her a break! If sheโs pregnant, youโll be the first to know.โโGood. She better not be,โ Mrs. Karev snapped, her tone now cold and emotionless. โThe only person allowed to carry your child is Sasha. So, this one here better not be pregnant.โI could feel my face flushing, the tension thick in the air. Just as the situation was becoming unbearable, a voice from behind int
Lylaโs POVI felt sick to my stomach when I heard Mrs. Karev speak. If I didnโt know her cognitive abilities, I would have sworn she was an uneducated street vendor. My mouth fell open, and I couldnโt help but stare at her, utterly dumbfounded.โPardon?โ That was the only thing I could manage to say.โYou heard me correctly,โ Mrs. Karev snapped. โSasha will head the project, and since it was your idea, youโll have the opportunity to work under her.โI couldnโt make sense of itโnot because Mrs. Karev was being biased, but because Sasha had no idea how to handle a business, let alone a major project like this one. If Mrs. Karev wasnโt careful, she was going to ruin everything the family had worked so hard for. Sasha was going to destroy it all.โWith all due respect, Mrs. Karev, this idea was mine. If you want Sasha to take the lead, Iโll gladly hand over the files, but Iโm only doing it because of my relationship with Jace. I wonโt be part of the disaster waiting to happen. Youโre bein
Lylaโs POVJace stormed into the car, slamming the door with such force I thought it might come off its hinges. His anger was palpable, and I could see the fury burning in his eyes. He didn't speak a word to me, only turned to the driver and muttered, โDrive.โ The car lurched forward, and I watched as Mrs. Karev and Sasha stood, their eyes locked on us. I could hear Mrs. Karev calling Jaceโs name, but he didnโt respond. They wanted to speak to him, but he had already stormed out of the office, too furious to even acknowledge them.Even with the AC running, the heat inside the car felt suffocating. Jace hadnโt said anything, just silently removed his suit jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, and loosened his tie. The tension in the air was thick, but I didnโt dare interrupt. Finally, he spoke, his voice tight with frustration. โMy mom is an intelligent, educated woman, but somehow, Sasha and her family have completely brainwashed her. I canโt understand why sheโs letting Sasha handle this pr
Lylaโs POVI sat at the desk, the glow from my laptop illuminating my face as I finalized the work plan for the production. It was a delicate operation, and with the limited number of people available, we had to be meticulous. The fewer people involved, the betterโit was a matter of discretion. And discretion was everything.I had spent the entire night working through the logistics, weighing every decision carefully. I knew we couldnโt afford any mistakes. The timeline was tight. While the original schedule predicted that this production would stretch over one or even two months, I had no intention of letting that happen. My goal was to finish within a matter of days, or at most, a week, if everything went according to plan. The longer it took, the higher the riskโand the more dangerous it became.I had already drafted the work plan, everything was laid out in neat columns and rows. Still, I needed to involve a couple of people who could handle the stress of such an intense operation
Lyla's POVโWho were you talking to?โ Jaceโs voice cut through the air, sharp and demanding. His anger was palpable, reverberating across the space between us. His hand clamped down on my arm, and for a second, I felt like I couldnโt breathe. The grip was tight, almost possessive, and it reminded me of all the times before, when Iโd felt trapped in this exact kind of momentโhis fury, my frustration, the tension building between us. I fought to keep my composure, my chest tightening as I tried to pull away.โWhat are you talking about?โ I snapped, my voice laced with irritation as I yanked my arm out of his grasp. The last thing I wanted was to be controlled by him in front of all these people. I didnโt need to explain myself, not to him, not anymore.โYou better not play dumb with me,โ Jace demanded, his voice rising. The more agitated he became, the more his grip tightened on my nerves. โI saw you talking to someone. Who was it?โโLet go of me!โ I shot back, trying to break free. โWh
Lylaโs 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.โWhat did you just say?โ I moved closer to him, my eyes narrowing, trying to read his expression.โYou heard me correctly, Lyla,โ Abelโs voice was cold, almost mocking. โIโm going to tell my father and my uncle about Baileyโs kidnapping, and Iโll make sure they know exactly what youโre doingโall of this to get your sister out. How do you think theyโll react when they find out youโve played them both twice? Do you really think the contract you have with Jace is enough to shield you from their wrath?โHis words were meant to strike fear into me, but I wasnโt intimidated. I held his gaze firmly, my arms still crossed. I wasnโt afraid of him or his threats. Abel was many things, but he wasnโt 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 wishesโit 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
Lylaโs POVโAre 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 youโre trying to destroy! What the hell has come over you?โ Mrs. Karevโs 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.โThis is the only way we can save Bailey, Mum,โ 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. โThe Mafia boss is a v
Lylaโs POVโI donโt know what to doโฆ Iโm so worried about my wife. I canโt even tell if theyโre treating her well or if theyโre hurting her! That Donโฆ heโs a terrible, wicked man. I just hope heโs not doing horrible things to Bailey.โ Collinsโ 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 thisโso 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 thisโฆ it shattered me in ways I couldnโt describe.I couldnโt deny itโCol
Lucasโs POVโI exchanged contacts with Sofia. She was the one who insisted, and it wouldโve been rude to turn her down. She was all over me last night. She didnโt want to let me go; she was grinding and whining her waist on me. I wonโt lie to you, bro! I felt really uncomfortable. What if Bella saw us together? It wouldโve been disastrous. I couldnโt even hold hands with her. My eyes were busy scanning the whole environment, trying to make sure no one saw us,โ I said into the phone, narrating the events of the previous night to James. He already knew who Sofia wasโheโd been there with me back in high school. He knew how much trouble she used to cause.โDude, you need to avoid Sofia like the plague!โ Jamesโs voice came through clearly, a mix of frustration and disbelief. โYou 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
Lylaโs 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. Iโd hoped Sasha wouldnโt be thereโshe wasnโtโbut the tension I carried with me still lingered. It wasnโt that I was scared of Sasha, but more of the potential conflict that seemed to always swirl around her. I wasnโt 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 hadnโt been in this room in so long, and it felt li
Lylaโs POVโNow is not the time, Chad. How did you even get my number in the first place?โ I asked, my voice sharp and tinged with frustration. My head was pounding, and we had been stuck on Baileyโs situation for days. There hadnโt been any substantial updates in what felt like forever, and the silence was starting to get to me. The anxiety, the not knowingโit 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 feltโฆ suspicious.โLook, Lyla, I just care about you. Thatโs all,โ Chadโs voice came through the phone, softer than usual, almost gentle. โI heard about Baileyโs kidnapping, and I just want you to know that Iโll be here if you need me.โHis 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 hadnโt heard before. It brought a strange sense of peace to my troubled mind, but it also ma