Layla POV
“Mia, call your mom, go stay with her; Layla, you stay here,” Richard says, and I can feel Mia tensing up next to me. Her eyes meet mine as the police officer starts to read Richard his Miranda rights. When they are done, they pull a set of handcuffs, and Richard scoffs. I watch everything as if my body is paralyzed. I can’t believe this is really happening. Why is James doing this?
“Do we really need that? I haven’t resisted my arrest, I am cooperating, and I am standing here in front of you”, Richard says with the calmest tone of voice I have ever heard. The man is like a rock, and I have to say that if this wasn’t a stressful situation and this wasn’t real, I would be turned on right now.
“Let’s go,” The officer says, and Richard walks to Mia, kisses her on the top of the head, and rubs one finger over her lip. I watch as he walks out of his house, head held high, and when the door closes, I collap
Layla POV“Has anyone heard anything from Ricky?” Cruella asks, and I keep my eyes on my phone. Of course, he won’t be calling me, and he probably doesn’t even have his phone with him. But as if it was magic, my phone rang, and I saw Jo’s number.“Hey,” I say as I stand up and walk out of the living room. All eyes are on me, and I smile. “It’s not him,” I announce before stepping into the kitchen, where I am completely alone.“Any news?” Jo asks, and I take a deep breath as I sit on the kitchen island stool.“No, and I am worried. It was all because of me,” I whispered, looking back at the door as if I was afraid someone would walk into the kitchen and listen to my conversation with my best friend.“I read that Jame
Layla POV“This is ridiculous,” I hear Cruella say, and I roll my eyes as I stand by the closed window. I can’t even look outside because everyone is paranoid that the paparazzi might be in someone’s apartment across the street, and they might take pictures of us here.“Why isn’t he home yet? Is Julien even working on this?” She asks, and the door opens with an older man walking in. He is an older version of Richard, and I realize he is his father. He is tall and looks important with his designer suit and gray hair pulled back.“So?” He asks as he looks around the room. Then his eyes land on me, and he frowns. He shoves his hands in his pants pockets and locks eyes with me. I feel a chill down my spine, and Jude steps between him and me, blocking him from me.“Dad, Julien is dealing with everything w
Richard POV“Okay, let’s go,” Julien tells me as he opens the interrogation room. I walk past him out of the room, and I take a deep breath. We’ve been in here for around eight hours, and I am ready to go home back to Layla. I bet she is stressing out and knowing my family the way I do, and I know they are there making her life miserable.“You need to behave from now on, you will be in front of the judge in three days, and I can’t risk you going around and ruining my good work,” Julien says, and I rest my head back on the headrest of the car.“Since when do I go around doing anything reckless?” I ask, and he raises an eyebrow looking at me.“Well, since you met Layla,” he tells me, and well, I guess he has a point, but that guy was touching her;
Layla POV “Why can’t we go to my house? I really don’t feel comfortable taking Mia’s clothes,” I say, but Richard storms through her room and into her dressing room. The girl has more clothes than in a normal shop. And not everything is here. Half of her clothes are at her mother’s house. I look around in awe. I had been here before but felt weird to look around while she grabbed the least expensive things for me to wear, and now her own father was rummaging through her clothes to get me some overpriced dress. “This one will do,” he says, showing me a red dress, and I shake my head. “I am not wearing red on Thanksgiving. It has to be some neutral colors, something that will keep me discreet. I don’t want to put attention on me, your mother hates me already,” I say, and Richard shakes his head as he takes a
Layla POV“Are you sure I look okay?” I ask Richard what has been lost in his own mind since we left his house. He hasn’t said a word. I feel for his pain, and I will do everything I can to ease it, but I know it won’t be easy. I know it will be difficult, especially when it comes to that woman, his ex-wife. God, how I hate her.The car stops, and Richard looks out of the window and shakes his head slightly. The door opens for him, and he gets out of the car and walks around, opening my door. He offers me his hand, and I take it. I look around, and I can’t believe this is the house he grew up in. The massive, big garden in the front and I bet in the back.The front door opens, and Cruella walks towards the stairs wearing a white suit with a jacket and skirt. The woman looks like a personification of money and power. We walk towards her, and she smiles at Richard avoiding looking at me.“Ricky,” she whispers as he
Richard POV“Can we please change the subject?” I ask as my mother looks at me as if everything is my fault and I am the devil in person. I know I am going through this, and I did punch the guy, but who presses charges to a punch? I can lose everything because of him.“Nonsense, we are not changing the subject. This affects all of us,” my mother says and that’s when I lose it completely standing up and doing the button of my jacket with one hand. I look at her which has gone wide-eyed as my father stays quiet just watching.“I don’t think this affects you, Mother. This affects me and the time I can spend with my daughter, stay out of it,” I tell her before I walk out of the living room towards my childhood bedroom. I open the door, and by the time I sit on the edge of the single bed in the corner of the room, my brothe
Layla POVI sit quietly as everyone else does except for Robert. He looks at me and smiles. I think he is beginning to warm up to me, but when his eyes meet Savanna, that has the fakest smile ever on her face, he stops smiling and focuses on his newspaper again. I can hear the steps coming down the stairs, and I feel my heart slowing down a little. I don't think I even realized how fast it was beating. I am feeling extremely uncomfortable here."I am sorry," Richard whispers behind me as he leans on the back of the couch, speaking in my ear. I look up, and he smiles. Dylan sits beside Savanna, who immediately wraps her hand around his, smiling. I can tell he likes her but dip down. I had some hopes that he would fall for Jo. They would be the perfect couple."Dinner is served," a maid says as she stands near the door. Robert stands up, offering his hand to Cruella, that avoids his touch and walks past him. He shak
Layla POVI open my eyes to see Richard sitting beside me,, cradling my hand between his. His eyes are closed as he rests on the chair. I don’t know what time it is, but all I remember is the ambulance arriving and waking up here after Richard injected me with my EpiPen. Everything else is a little foggy.I move on the bed, adjusting my body that aches from being in the same position without moving, and Richard opens his eyes, leaning towards me.”“Are you okay?” Richard asks as he holds my hand, and I nod. I just have a slight headache right now, and I am tired, exhausted. I close my eyes, resting my head back on the pillow, when the door opens, and the doctor walks in, forcing me to keep my eyes open.“Layla, how are you feeling?” He asks as he holds a tablet with the chart