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2025-01-18 12:43:51**Laila’s POV**
The past few weeks had been nothing short of a whirlwind. Between the legal battles over Miranda Inc., court appearances, countless hours spent at the police station dealing with Desmond’s embezzlement case, and managing the mountain of work at my office, I was stretched thin. Stress had become my constant companion, yet somehow, through sheer determination, I pushed forward. The day I finally reclaimed Miranda Inc., my late father’s beloved company, was nothing short of victorious. After months of being robbed of what was rightfully mine, the judge’s gavel struck, and the courtroom erupted in applause. Relief surged through me like a tidal wave, and for the first time in months, I felt a flicker of hope. I held onto that feeling tightly as I left the courthouse, the company once again bearing my name. The next day, as I woke up to the soft golden light filtering through my bedroom curtains, I allowed myself a moment of
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Laila's pov The tension in the air was almost palpable as I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel tightly. Clara’s words from earlier still echoed in my mind, her paranoia about the loan, her relentless warnings that things could spiral out of control. She had been restless, pacing my office like a caged lioness, her eyes darting with worry. "Clara," I had said, my tone firm but calm, "you need to trust me on this. I anticipated this mess a long time ago. That’s why I insisted on installing the CCTV cameras. It’s all under control." She wasn’t convinced, not entirely. Her lips pressed into a thin line, her brows furrowing deeper as she leaned against my desk. "Ms. Lila," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, "you’re always so composed, but this... this could ruin everything." I had smiled at her then, a small, knowing smile. "Clara, you worry too much. Sometimes, you have to let people dig their own graves." The polic
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**Laila’s POV**Weekends. Oh, how I loved weekends. Those were the only days I didn’t have to think about work, deadlines, or the stress of daily life. It was my sanctuary, my time to rest and rejuvenate. This particular Saturday, I had no plans except to curl up in bed and let the world pass me by. I was in the middle of a blissful dream when the shrill ring of my phone jolted me awake. Groaning, I reached for it on the nightstand, my eyes barely open. **Nolan’s name flashed across the screen.** Why is he calling me so early? I wondered, yawning. “Good morning, Laila,” Nolan’s deep, cheerful voice greeted me. I stifled a yawn and replied lazily, “Good morning, Nolan. How can I help you?” His chuckle was warm, almost teasing. “Help me, I help you, huh? Well, I wanted to ask if you’re free this evening. Let me take you out for dinner—just a casual hangout. You don’t relax enough, you know?” I wanted to decline,
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Chapter One ^ELENA^I stared at the pregnancy test in my trembling hands with mixed feelings.Two dark pink lines. Although the result is undoubtedly positive, I'm still not sure what was the appropriate reaction for me– should I be happy or sad?In the eyes of the world, I was married to the love of my life– at least that’s what I used to think previously. But in the three years of our marriage, Lucas Brown has always treated me like a stranger.Beep!The shrill sound of a message alert broke through my thoughts. “Elena, I just sent you $500k. Please come to the hospital immediately. Aurora needs blood.”Aurora…I clenched the phone, my nails digging into my palm till the extent of drawing blood; but that was nothing compared to the pain I was going through.I felt like I had been pierced in the chest with a knife. The message was sent by “Hubby”, and that's what hurts the most.Right now, it feels like even his contact name is taunting me with its hollow meaning. In reality, our
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Chapter Two^ELENA^Tears fell freely down my cheeks, hot and relentless. I had just lost my child just because of his precious Aurora, and this is what he has to say to me. “Aurora might need your blood soon. Get some rest.” He said those words, and I quickly turned my gaze at him, still grasping my tummy with both hands. Is this some cruel joke? Or an insult?“You bastard! I must have been blind till now, how come I never knew you're this heartless? How could you ask me to sell my blood to her after what has just happened? If I hadn't been giving her blood all these years, I probably wouldn't have lost our child. Do you understand, our child would have been alive!” I sniffed hard, tears streaming down my face. Lucas didn't flinch, neither did he offer any explanation. He didn't say a word, so I continued. “And as for what happened earlier. Lucas, I didn't touch her. She pushed me, and…”Lucas quickly flared up at me. “Don't be ridiculous, Elena! Why are you still trying to mani
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Chapter Three^ELENA^The luxurious gold crust gate was flung open, and our Maybach glided into the huge compound. As soon as the car halted, the guards opened the car door for me. Vincent got down first and walked over to my side, stretched out his hand. I held the hand he was offering as I got out of the car, and a bright smile filled my face as I looked around the large compound. I've missed home so much. A lot has changed. I mean, it has been three solid years since I've been here! Three years since I chose that spineless bastard over my family. How pathetic!What hurts the most is that I left my life of luxury, all this comfort and affection… all for the wrong man. And what did I get in return? Heartbreak and betrayal. I didn't only get maltreated, I also lost my child just because of the Brown's. I'll definitely keep that in mind. “Welcome home, little Lena.” Vincent winked at me, and I hit him playfully on the arm, grinning.“You rascal! I'm no longer little. I almost moth
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BARElena's POVI looked around the bar my eyes catching every bit of the neon rotating lights. As music blared around me, my eyes drifted over the room— Men and women dancers, all stripping each other in too much noise and too little space. A place like this was exactly where I didn’t want to be, but Samantha was adamant. She caused it though! And here I was, trying to make the best of it."Sam, are you sure about this place?" I asked in disgust as I could see ladies being fucked around the corners.Samantha was happily sipping a colorful cocktail."Come on, Elena! You need this. It’s time to let go, especially after everything that jerk put you through!” Samantha shouted over the music, lifting her glass toward me with a sly smile.I sighed, swirling my drink absentmindedly. “I know, Sam, but… I just never thought we’d end like this. It feels like a hole I can’t climb out of.”“Hey, cheer up!” Samantha clinked her glass against mine. “It’s his loss, girl. You're free now! And trust
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**Desmond’s POV** The chill of the cell crept into my bones, but it was nothing compared to the storm raging in my mind. I sat hunched on the cold, hard bench, my head buried in my hands, trying to make sense of it all. Homicide. The word echoed in my skull like a death knell. Did someone see me that night? Did someone see me throw Brenda into the river? My heart hammered against my ribcage as a thousand possibilities flashed through my head, each one worse than the last. The clinking sound of keys snapped me out of my thoughts. One of the officers approached, his face a mix of indifference and authority. “Mr. Desmond, someone wants to see you,” he said curtly, unlocking the cell. I frowned, confusion tightening my features. Someone wanted to see me? Who? My mind reeled as I was led out of the cell and down the dimly lit hallway. My stomach churned, not just from hunger—I hadn’t eaten since morning—but from the growing dread in my chest.
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### Desmond’s POV The world around me seemed to collapse in slow motion, like the weight of my sins was pulling me into an abyss I couldn't claw my way out of. My breath hitched as I sat in the car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white. The reporters outside my company were a sea of chaos, their voices melding into an indistinct roar that made my pulse race. Cameras flashed, questions were shouted—each one a dagger aimed at my already fractured soul. I couldn’t face them. Not now. Maybe not ever. Taking a sharp turn, I headed to the one place I thought I might find solace—my aunt’s house. The road stretched endlessly before me, my mind replaying every poor decision, every moment of weakness that had led me here. *How could I have been so stupid?* Shame burned hot in my chest, but beneath it simmered fear—raw and unrelenting. When I arrived, I felt like I was barely holding myself together. My aunt's house was just as imposi
