Lyla’s POVI had been holed up in my room for hours, avoiding the world outside. The house was eerily quiet—just Jace and me, the only ones home—and I couldn't bear to face him after how everything had ended between us. The last time we had spoken, things had been tense, and I knew that any attempt to patch things up would be more complicated than it seemed. I wanted to avoid that discomfort, the hurt we both felt, and yet, my mind kept pulling me back to those moments we shared. Those quiet, simple times when we laughed and joked, his presence always so comforting in my space.As I sat by the window, the soft light streaming in, I couldn’t help but feel a pang of longing. Jace’s fresh haircut earlier that day kept flashing in my mind. He looked so different—so effortlessly handsome. It struck me how much I had missed him, missed his energy. And if things had been different between us, maybe... maybe I would’ve pulled him into a hug, kissed him, and let him know just how much he meant
Lyla’s POVThe celebration was overwhelming, with the grandeur of the evening stretching far beyond my expectations. Sasha was glowing—beaming with happiness as she soaked in all the attention, her smile never fading for a moment. Mrs. Karev had organized the event to introduce Sasha as her daughter-in-law, which in itself was a cause for celebration in their circle. I, on the other hand, had been reduced to the maid of the day, running errands for everyone, making sure that things went smoothly. I was hardly presentable, my clothes wrinkled and disheveled from rushing around, my hair a tangled mess. No one seemed to notice, though, or care for that matter. I was just another part of the background.Mrs. Karev was deep in conversation with her group of friends. Her voice was the loudest among them, a fact that didn’t surprise me. I tried to avoid making eye contact with anyone, but as my eyes roamed around, I saw Sasha’s mother for the first time. She was everything I had expected—and
Lyla’s POV.I had spent hours cleaning, long past midnight. The guests had all left, and now the garden, which had once looked pristine, was littered with discarded glasses, food wrappers, and confetti that seemed to refuse to settle. It was as if the mess was a reminder of the chaos I’d endured just hours before. I’d been tasked with cleaning up all on my own, and exhaustion was starting to creep in. My back ached, my hands were sore from scrubbing and wiping, and every movement felt like a struggle.At some point, I had grown too tired to continue, and despite my best efforts, I dozed off on one of the chairs in the garden. I didn’t remember when I fell asleep—perhaps I was simply too tired to notice the passing of time. All I knew was that my body felt as though it had finally given up. The rhythmic sound of my own breathing was all I could focus on. I hadn’t realized how much I needed rest until my body decided it could take no more.I woke up with a start. The tap on my shoulder
Lyla’s POVMy back ached as I moved around the kitchen, preparing breakfast for everyone. The sound of clinking silverware mixed with the soft hum of early morning conversations. Sasha, who was already awake and lounging at the table, stretched her arms with an exaggerated yawn.“Oh my God! My bones are aching! I need a massage,” she groaned, her voice carrying the weight of someone who had been pampered their entire life and was now, for some reason, inconvenienced by the world around her.I glanced over at her while continuing to serve scrambled eggs and toast onto plates. As I set the plate in front of Jace, I noticed he wasn’t paying attention to Sasha. His eyes were glued to his phone, fingers flying across the screen as if nothing in the world mattered except whatever was occupying his attention.“Did you hear what I just said?” Sasha's voice was sharp, clearly irritated that she wasn't receiving the attention she felt she deserved. Her eyes darted from her fiancé to me, looking
Lyla’s POVThe kitchen smelled of fresh herbs and spices as I wiped my hands on a towel, finishing up the dishes. The last of the lunch leftovers were tucked into the fridge, and the countertop was clean. It was the kind of order I needed in my life right now—some semblance of control. But as I looked out the window, the nagging thought returned: I needed rest. My back was killing me, my exhaustion mounting, and the weight of the baby growing inside me felt like an anchor dragging me down.I was just about to head upstairs when Sasha entered the kitchen, her wide grin almost too eager. She didn’t look tired, not at all. In fact, she looked full of energy, perhaps more than usual. I knew what was coming. I could see it in her eyes before she even spoke.“This is the list of everything I want you to grab from the supermarket,” she said, handing me a crumpled piece of paper. “And don’t forget, I’m craving dark chocolate and cookies. I’m pregnant too, you know, and I need these things sto
Lyla’s POVI was done. I was done being emotional, done being a pawn in everyone’s game. I wasn’t going to let them treat me like trash anymore. It was time to get myself together. This was not me. Before Chad, I was a woman on my own. I didn’t have parents to depend on, but I had always been strong. I took care of Bailey and myself. I made things work. This situation—this mess—I wasn’t going to let it weigh me down. Not anymore.Standing in my room, I stared at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red and swollen from all the tears. A headache pulsed in my temples, a dull reminder of the stress that had been mounting inside me for months. My eyelids twitched from the lack of sleep, the exhaustion creeping in because of the constant cycle of working and never truly resting.I wasn’t just physically drained; I was emotionally drained too. I’d forgotten what it was like to feel like me.Looking at myself, I saw the remnants of who I once was—a woman full of strength and confidence, someon
Lyla’s POV“And where do you think you’re going dressed like that?” Mrs. Karev barked, her voice sharp and full of judgment. I could feel the tension in the room rise immediately, but I refused to let it affect me. I was done with being the subject of their games. There was a new layer of sarcasm in my voice when I replied, something I hadn’t felt in a long time.“To the supermarket, of course, to get groceries,” I said casually, adjusting my Rolex watch, feeling the weight of the fine jewelry on my wrist. My confidence was evident in every movement.“To the market? Dressed like this?” Sasha scoffed, rolling her eyes and gesturing toward me as though I were some kind of spectacle. She was clearly irritated, her discomfort palpable. It was obvious that seeing me look and smell so good, so put-together, made her uneasy. The air in the room was thick with their judgment.“Of course,” I shot back. “Or how else would you like me to dress? Like a street beggar? Or maybe you want me to look
Lyla’s POVChad didn’t look bad. In fact, he looked cuter than I had ever remembered him, even cuter than the last time I had seen him at the hospital. The way he stood there, his dark brown eyes now filled with a kind of vulnerability, was almost disarming. But I wasn’t ready to fall for it. Not again.“I didn’t know you were pregnant. You didn’t post it on your blog,” he said, his voice sounding almost too familiar, as if we were still friends—something I could never return to. There was no room for familiarity with a man who had betrayed me in ways too deep to ever forget.I stared at him coldly, a forced smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. “You and your wife tarnished my image. You made the world hate me for no reason. You almost killed my blog with the lies you spread about me. So, what was there to post? So the world could drag me again?” I rolled my eyes, completely uninterested in whatever excuse he was about to offer.Chad's face faltered for a moment, but then he tried
Lyla's POV“Who were you talking to?” Jace’s 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 couldn’t breathe. The grip was tight, almost possessive, and it reminded me of all the times before, when I’d felt trapped in this exact kind of moment—his fury, my frustration, the tension building between us. I fought to keep my composure, my chest tightening as I tried to pull away.“What are you talking about?” 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 didn’t need to explain myself, not to him, not anymore.“You better not play dumb with me,” Jace demanded, his voice rising. The more agitated he became, the more his grip tightened on my nerves. “I saw you talking to someone. Who was it?”“Let go of me!” I shot back, trying to break free. “Wh
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