Alexander's POVDays have passed and I still haven't seen Layla. Where could she have gone to? I asked myself.I kept a close tab on her account, but she hasn't spent anything from the money. I was terribly worried. How has she been living? I wondered.She couldn't have left the country. If she had, my men would have informed me.I spend most of my time at the hospital, expecting her to show up and see her mother. I know how much she cherished her mother, but she hasn't shown up.Could she have committed suicide? I thought. I shook my head. The Layla I know can't kill herself over a small matter.Zara continued living in the villa. She spends her money on unnecessary things that made me question the kind of life she had been living.Amelia also comes to visit sometimes, claiming that she is taking care of her pregnant friend.I still find it hard to believe that I am responsible for Zara's pregnancy, but I can't justify myself. I allowed myself to be fooled by Amelia, so I have to
Layla's POVI still find it hard to believe that I am not Torres. After my encounter with the weird man at the slum. I demanded we do a DNA test and the result was a match. He is truly my biological father.I had transferred all the money in my account to him, so he wouldn't leak the video of him and my mom having sex to the media. I told him to delete it, but he didn't.Now he is asking for more money. I held my head and ruffled my hair on the chair that I sat on. I stared at my mom on the bed. How could she have committed such a humiliating crime?I cried as I held her hands. I had always looked up to her, wanting to be the best actress like her, but not anymore.Who could have thought that she slept with an actor, got pregnant for him and took the baby to another man's house.Father took care of me as his own. Had he known I wasn't his daughter, would he still have loved me? I thought.I don't blame my grandmother for sending us out of her son's house then.I really need to go and
Alexander's POV"Boss," Charlie, one of my bodyguard bowed apologetically as I entered into Layla mother's ward.I glared at him. "You made me lose her again!" I slammed my fist on the wall. "How could you have missed her! Just a simple task, you can't get done!" I grapped him by the collar. "Find out her location if you don't want to lose your life!" I thundered angrily, pushing him away."Boss!" Larry screamed, running towards me. "She is at the villa." He said, panting heavily."What?" I looked at him."Yes, boss." He assured.I dashed out of the hospital in haste. I snatched the car keys from Larry and drove to the villa in full speed.I can't afford to lose her again.I entered into the villa, my heart pounding, but there was no sign of Layla.I almost broke down in tears when one of the workers walked up to me."The Boss lady is waiting for you in the Master's bedroom." She said curtly, bowing as she left.I bolted to my room immediately. I opened the door and there she was. Sit
Layla's POVI couldn't bring myself to follow Alex to the hospital.I killed Zara, she died because of me. I shouldn't have been so selfish. Guilt tugged at my heart as I sat down on the sofa dejected.Her death would hunt me till I die. I thought.I cleaned my tears as my phone buzzed with a message."Murderer! You can't escape it. You will pay dearly!" This was the content of the message.Fear gripped me as my phone fell from my hands. I thought they said she committed suicide. My eyes widened as the realization hit me."Was she murdered!" I exclaimed. Who could have been so heartless?Could it be Amelia? I thought.My phone buzzed with another message again, startling me.I picked it up and the message was from my real dad."I see you are now back with your husband. I guess it's not only me who hates the life of hardship. Don't forget your promise. Daddy's waiting." He ended it with a smiling emoji.This man must be crazy. I hissed.I sat there, looking into space.I wondered what
Alexander's POVI was dumbfounded after hearing Layla talk. I went silent for a while, trying to process her statement."You've been what?" I exclaimed. She sobbed as he explained. "I went to Amelia's place to confront her about her involvement in Zara's death, and the cops came in and took me, accusing me of murder." I ended the call. "How dare she! I gritted my teeth, trying to curb my rage. "Amelia had gone too far!" How is she always steps ahead of me? I thought. She couldn't have done this all by herself.I went to the station to check on my wife. The cops stood up and greeted me, wondering why I was at the station.Their boss walked up to me. "What brings you by sir?" He asked, his head bowed to the floor. "Do you have a case to report? We will be excited to help you out, sir." He said sharply."My wife is here?" I said and the whole place went silent as they looked at me, surprise and shock written on their faces.Their boos smiled. "What can she be doing here?" He looked up
Layla's POVI woke up to a message from my dad.This man would not cease to provoke me.What does he want from me this time? I thought, checking his message.He sent me a location to meet up with him, threatening to expose the truth if I refuse to show up.“Should I just come clean and tell Alex about it.” I said aloud.“Hmm, what's that,” Alex said, walking into the room.How come I didn't notice him coming in? “You wanted to tell me something?” He asked, placing a kiss on my neck as I sat on the bed.“Yeah,” I smiled, hesitating. “I want to go out with a friend.” I lied, praying inwardly that he doesn't suspect.“A friend?” He chuckled. “You’ve never told me about them.”“Yes, I just started making friends.” I said.He looked at me. I'm sure he doesn't believe what I said. “It's okay, you can go see your friends. But do not trust anyone, they might be close to you because you're my wife. Wanting to use you for their personal gains.” He kissed me passionately and left the room.I hea
Alexander's POVWhat is taking her so long? I thought. I had already planned for us to go on a date so she could ease her stress.I know she is going through something, but I haven't figured out what it is yet.After the death of Zara and Amelia, my suspicions about Layla increased.I know someone is protecting her and I will find out who the person is soon.I sat on the chair, as I sipped my wine gently.The door flung open and Layla walked in, looking like a ghost.I stood up to meet her. She almost collapsed, but I held her quickly.I took her to the room and laid her on the bed.I had better leave her alone now and ask the questions tomorrow. As I turned to leave, she held me back as she wailed.“My mother is dead!” She lamented.That came as a surprise. I made sure all of her bills are sorted and she gets the best treatment.The last time I went there, the doctor assured me that she was fine and already responding to treatment.I need to go check on things myself, but I can't lea
Layla's POVI woke up the next morning feeling so tired and weak.My head throbbed in pain and I stood up to take the pain killer tablets.I swallowed the drugs and took a deep sigh.Where could Alex be? Was his encounter with the killer not successful? I wondered as my heart raced in fear.I stood up and went to the bathroom. I stopped in my tracks as I saw blood stains on the floor and in the bath.“Alex!” I called, looking around the room. What could have happened to him? I wondered. My body was trembling so much that it became difficult for me to stand upright.I ran down the stairs, colliding with one of the workers. I stopped her. “Where is my husband?” I asked her.“He is at the dining hall.” She stammered.I ran straight to the dinning hall and he was already seated calmly enjoying his breakfast.“Darling!” He called, smiling at me.I went to meet him. “Are you okay?” I asked, examining his body. But there was no bruise or cut.“Yes, I am.” He said.“But then, why…is there blo
Alexander's POVMy eyes widened in shock as the figure emerged from the shadows. I couldn't shake off the feeling of fear and danger.I am Alexander King! I can't be scared of my fellow man who might just be pulling a prank.But my confidence dissipated when he brought out a sharp long knife, dripping with blood. I shuddered in fear, as a chill ran down my spine."Who are you?" I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady.My first instinct was to shield Layla from this deadly looking man. I pulled her behind me and I could feel her breath fanning my back.I should have listened to her!The figure chuckled, a cold, gloomy sound. "I'm someone who's been watching you for a long time, Alex. Someone who knows all about your dirty little secrets."I took a step back, my eyes darting towards my mother's motionless body. "What do you want?"The figure took a step closer, its smile growing wider. "Oh, I think you know. I want what's mine. And I'll stop at nothing until I get it."I felt so vuln
Layla's POV“What are you doing?!” I screamed at Alex, seeing the way he smashed his phone.His temper has gotten worse! Is it because of the accident he had?He looked at me, standing to his feet. “I think something happened to my mom!” “Calm down, Alex.” I caressed his shoulders. He shoved my hands away. “You keep telling me to calm down!” I glared at him. “Cos that's the only way you can resolve your issues, not by getting mad!”“Okay,” he took a few deep breaths.“Good, now call your grandmother,” I said and he looked at the already destroyed phone, regretting his actions. “It's already destroyed.” He pouted.I rolled my eyes. “Take mine.” I handed my phone over to him.He dialed Emilia's number and she picked on the second ring. “Grandma, I think something’s happened to my mother.” He complained. He looks very worried.After all she did, he still cares about her! I clenched my fist in anger.I looked up at him and his expression says it all, his grandmother isn't interested at
Alexander's POVLayla is taking too long, it's been five hours now since she left the house. What if something bad had happened to her. She has never left my presence for this long, no matter how pressing the matter was.I stood up and wore my clothes quickly. I dialed Larry's number, “give me the location of Layla's grandmother's house.” I ordered and he sent it to me immediately.I drove quickly to the place, only to encounter a horrifying sight. A middle aged woman was running towards Layla with alarming speed. My heart almost jumped out of my chest when I sighted the sharp knife in her hand.“Layla!” I shouted. Jumping out of the car, I rushed to Layla, who stood glued to a spot. She must have been shocked.I pushed Layla out of the way and I felt the sharp knife pierce through my stomach. The woman stood frozen, looking at me as blood oozed out of my belly.“Alex!” Layla screamed, her tone, a mixture of pain and agony. “Not again!” She thundered. I slumped on the floor feeling
Layla's POVWhat does she mean by he killed his own mother? I wondered as I eavesdropped on their conversation. I glued my ears to the door as I heard Alex's grandmother sob.I tiptoed after Alex earlier, he was in a hurry that he didn't notice someone silently following him.“What!” Alex hundred. He must have been taken aback by such revelation.“What do you mean, I killed my mother?” He asked, his voice shaking.Alex's grandmother blew her nose, “you were still a young boy at that time. It must have been out of anger. Since your father just died, we thought you might be grieving.” She paused for a while and I couldn't hold myself, I became impatient. Go on! I thought.“Your mother never cared for you when you were a child. She never loved your father, it was an arranged marriage by your grandfather, but the both of them never loved each other. It was always from one quarrel to another. You practically grew up with me. I had to look after you. Your father loved you dearly. There's no
Alexander's POVThe woman dragged me out of the hall. I paused, snatching my hands away from hers. “What's going on woman?” I asked. She paused and looked at me, her eyes filled with tears and affection.Who is this woman? And she says she knows my mother?She touched my face, her soft hands, cold on my skin. “How time flies.” She said as tears flowed down her cheek and strangely, it broke my heart.It felt like I had known her for a long time.“Who are you?” I asked, looking suspiciously at her.She smiled, “I just came to see you, Alex.”I shifted away from her. “For what? I barely know you.” I started, furrowing my brows.She wiped her tears with the back of her palm. “Your mother is alive, Alex and she needs you badly.”I squinted my eyes. “What?” I thundered, not believing my ears.Larry clearly told me that my mother was deceased when he was telling me about my past. “My mother's dead, woman. Get away from me!” I pushed her away and she staggered and fell to the ground.“No, Ale
Layla's POVShould I admit that I'm falling in love with this new side of Alex? I feel like I'm experiencing our love for the second time."It's no time to celebrate yet, let's move!" Larry exclaimed, interrupting our moment.Alex frowned. "Can you please stop interrupting us, Larry? What's your problem?"Alex turned to me and asked, "Is he really my friend?"I just smiled, not wanting to get involved in their conversation.Larry apologized, bowing his head slightly. "I'm sorry, boss. I didn't mean to interrupt. I'm just being cautious. There might be someone in the crowd trying to harm you."Alex looked around, as if searching for potential threats. "Really?" he asked me, and I nodded in agreement."That's how many enemies you have," I said.Alex sighed. "Let's go, then."As we entered the car, my phone buzzed with a message. I sighed when I saw who the sender was - my grandmother, still demanding money. I had already given her the funds for her surgery, and she was living comfortabl
Alexander's POVThe meeting grew more heated by the minute. "He's not your real father?" a shareholder asked, looking confused."What do you mean?" a bespectacled man demanded, slamming his fist on the table. "What's going on, Mr. Ryan King?"My father smiled smugly at me. "Don't mind my ignorant son. He's lost his memories, so he's prone to saying nonsense. Don't believe a word he says. He's still my son, after all."I felt a surge of anger at his words. How could he deny the truth like this?"I'm telling you, he's not my real father!" I insisted. "And I have proof!"The room fell silent, with all eyes on me. My father's smile disappeared for a moment before he regained his composure."Proof?" he repeated. "I'd love to see it."I hesitated, realizing I had no proof.How do I defend myself against this heartless bastard? I wondered.I have no memory of my past, and I don't know of truly I had sexually harassed this receptionist.My eyes became filled with tears as I was stuck between
Layla's POVMy mind hasn't been at rest since Alex left the house. I placed a call to him but I was forwarded to voicemail.All these scenarios that have been unfolding lately are already making me tired.Can't we just have a day of rest and true happiness? I wondered.Larry's call came through, interrupting my thoughts and I picked immediately.“What's going on? Why is Alex not picking his calls?” I bombarded him with questions.He heaved a sigh. “He instructed me to wait in the car so that he'll handle things himself.” He replied.“And you obeyed?” I slammed, not believing my ears. “There's nothing I could have done, " Layla calmed down. He is Alexander King, he will fix himself.” he said.I let out a sigh to calm my nerves. “What if he's already been removed?” “That can't happen, we already have a plan.” He replied and I hung up.I can't just stay idle, I have to do something. I thought as I picked up the car keys and headed for the King's ancestral mansion.When I arrived, I ali
Alexander's POVThe driver’s tone suggests that I'm being a coward, even though I didn't understand what they were talking about.I have responsibilities to face, and using my memory loss as an excuse won't help. I need to take action and stop making excuses, instead of just sitting around feeling helpless.“But how?” Layla asked, looking at me with great concern.I never trusted her at first when she confessed to being my wife. I had thought she married me because of my status, but with the way she stood up against the old hag and with how attracted I felt towards her earlier, I couldn't doubt anymore.“With your help,” I replied. “You will tell me everything about me, and you,” I pointed at Larry. “You will tell me everything about the company, showing me the pictures of the workers, their names and positions and how they got there.”“Okay, boss.” He nodded. Then his face became sad. “Including the bad memories, boss?” I hesitated for a while, “yes,” I nodded.“Okay, let's get to b