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 POVI could feel my heart racing as Chad kneeled before me in the middle of the open space. I glanced around, hoping no one was watching too closely, but of course, they were. People were stopping, staring, some even pulling out their phones. This wasn’t how I imagined any of this would go. It certainly wasn’t how I wanted it to go.“Chad, what are you doing?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm, though I could feel the frustration rising in my chest. “Please get up, this is not good. I know you’re sorry, but you don’t have to apologize like this. It’s going to ruin our reputations.”I tried to sound stern, but there was a flicker of emotion in my voice—something softer, something that reminded me of who we once were. He was still the man I had loved, the man I once trusted with all my heart. Seeing him kneeling before me now, in front of an audience, it just felt so… wrong. So out of place. He wasn’t supposed to be doing this. We were supposed to be beyond this, and yet here
Lyla’s POVThe tension in the room was suffocating. Jace stood in front of me, his body rigid with anger, his fists clenched at his sides. His dark eyes were locked on me, his brows furrowed in a scowl that made my heart race with both frustration and a strange satisfaction. I had never seen him so angry before, and somehow, that made me feel more in control. But the words that spilled from his lips were sharp and accusatory, each one hitting me like a slap to the face.“Do you have any idea what this will do to my reputation and the company?” His voice was strained, as if he could barely contain the rage simmering beneath the surface. “What the hell is wrong with you? What is it you're trying to do—frustrate me?”I was done being the silent one, the one who let him push me around and dictate everything about our relationship. This wasn’t about the company or his reputation. This was about his insecurities, his fear of losing control, and I wasn’t going to let him make me feel small a
Lyla’s POVJace left my room that night, but I could feel that something had shifted between us. He didn’t need to say it, and I didn’t need to admit it—he saw it in my eyes. The way I held myself, the way my gaze no longer softened when it met his. I had changed, and I knew it. Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I wasn’t the same person I used to be. And Jace? He noticed. But I didn’t care anymore. I didn’t care that he knew.I had made a choice. If I wanted my man back, I needed to act tough. I needed to show him that I was no longer the same Bella who would roll over and let him walk all over me. I was done with that. But if things didn’t work out between us, that was okay too. The contract between us would eventually end, and I would be free to go my own way. I would move on, rebuild, and be stronger.I sat on the edge of my bed, trying to gather my thoughts. But then I remembered something. I needed to talk to someone, to bounce my thoughts off of someone who wouldn’t judge me.
Lyla’s POVSasha and Mrs. Karev were both furious when they saw Mrs. Maddy and the other maids standing in the entryway. They hadn’t expected Mrs. Maddy to return, and that fact alone sent Mrs. Karev into a boiling rage.“And who the hell asked you to come back? What are you doing here? I thought I told you to leave and never return!” Mrs. Karev barked, her voice dripping with venom. As she spoke, I descended the staircase, each step controlled, graceful, and filled with an undeniable aura of authority. My presence alone made the room still.My hair, which I had left loose over my shoulders, no longer concealed in a bonnet or scarf like they were used to seeing me, framed my face perfectly. The red gown I wore hugged my curves and subtly emphasized the baby bump that had been growing over the past few months. I moved down the stairs with purpose, feeling the weight of every eye in the room on me.“How dare you!” Mrs. Karev spat, her eyes widening in disbelief. “How dare you call her b
Lyla’s POV“What the hell is happening here?” I barked, my voice trembling with a mixture of confusion and anger as Sasha and Mrs. Karev threw my suitcase in front of me. The audacity they had was almost laughable. They expected me to cower in fear or, even worse, beg them for mercy. But that wasn’t going to happen. Not now. Not ever.I stood there, arms crossed, trying to calm the storm brewing inside of me. But it was hard. Really hard. I had put up with so much from these people already, and now they were crossing a line I hadn’t even known existed.Mrs. Karev, in all her self-righteous glory, glared at me. “You have to leave this house immediately! You’ve overstayed your welcome. Since you think you can do whatever you like, you might as well pack up and leave.”I couldn’t help myself. I burst out into uncontrollable laughter. It was the only reaction I could muster. It was just so absurd. There they were, thinking they had the upper hand, trying to push me out like I was some kin
Lyla's POVBack inside my room,I was just pacing around thinking of how manipulative Mrs. Karev could be just to continue having Jace under her control.How evil could she be and not to think of Sasha, a spoilt brat who's been forced by her mother and Mrs. Karev to marry a man who doesn't even give a fuck about her?I thought she was smarter, how dumb could she be?. No wonder Jace doesn't even pay her any mind.I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I didn't hear the several knocks on my door.I was brought back to reality when Mrs. Maddy tapped my shoulder softly.Ma'am, I understand you're worried,I heard everything while I was in the kitchen.You don't need to give this people any chance to feel they've won.I _mean, I saw the fierce, bold and courageous beautiful woman a while back, who stood her grounds and made them understand the fact that no one can control her in her own house.Don't tell me that was all a farcade, don't let them see you this way, they'll definitely mock you.
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