Layla's POVThe following day, we returned to Las Vegas.I resumed back to work, putting behind all of my troubles and worries.I thought the stupid mistake I made would break I and Alex apart, but instead it brought us closer.My chauffeur expertly drove the car to Starlight Entertainment, he packed the car carefully and opened the car door for me, with his head bowed in courtesy.I stepped out majestically and I was met with a striking sight. Rows of workers, exquisitely dressed in tailored suits stood at attention on both sides of the walkway. Their eyes were fixed on me, their faces expressionless. They all bowed in unison as I walked past them.Mr Grant, my manager, escorted me and they all walked behind me into the building.It feels so good to be in charge! I exclaimed inwardly, feeling important and respected.As I made my way into the conference room, the shareholders immediately stood up, their faces filled with anticipation. I took my place at the front, surveying the room
Alexander's POV“Who are you?” I thundered as I gazed at the figure who was seated confidently with his legs crossed on my chair. It's been a while since I set foot in my office, so the lights were off, but the ray of light was enough for me to see an intruder all in black with his face covered with a mask.He put out the cigarette that was in his hand and dumped it on the floor. He stood up immediately and charged towards me, but I grabbed his neck. Tightening my grip on his neck.“Please, please!” He begged.That voice sounded familiar. I removed the mask off his face and I cursed under my breath. “Bastard!” I laughed, “You scared the shit out of me.” I slapped him playfully.“The almighty Alexander King shouldn't be scared of a prank.” He laughed, rolling on the floor.“Get up, you son of a bitch.” I kicked him up. “What are you doing here, Martin?”“I came to offer you a business deal.” He said, as he stood up from the floor. “Words have gotten to me that you are planning on expa
Layla's POV“Get them you bastards!” Mr Sawyers yelled at his men. “Do I pay you for nothing?” He groaned, limping on his left leg. Seems his leg is broken. I laughed as Alex led me out of the restaurant.“Thank you, Alex. I feel so safe knowing that I have you.” I smiled, placing my head on his shoulder as we walked to where our car was packed.He smiled sweetly at me “It's my duty to protect you, Layla. I'm not done with him yet. He will still come back to get his revenge. People like him don't accept defeat easily.” “I agree. So what do I do?” I asked, a feeling of fear washing over me.“I will assign a guard to you.” He said.We entered the car and he drove off. When we got home we met Emilia, Alex's grandmother in the villa. She was sitting majestically on the sofa, sipping coffee.I stopped in my tracks. Everytime she shows up chaos always ensues. “Good day ma'am.” I greeted, but she eyed me, acting as though I was invisible.I left Alex's hand and headed for the room. “Whe
Alexander's POVI sunk deeper and deeper into the ocean, feeling my life seeping out of me.Is this how I would die and Layla would be alone? I wondered and fear gripped me. I can't leave Layla alone in this wicked world. I tried my best to stay alive, but each time I struggled I became more weak.How did I end up in this situation? I thought.I remember standing at the edge of the yacht, admiring my wife, as she enjoyed the view of the sea. I was glad I brought her here because I could tell that she really loved it.It's a good way of celebrating our marriage anniversary. I smiled as I looked at her, then suddenly, I felt a metal object hit me. It pierced through my head and I felt the pain.Someone had shot me? I thought. How come I didn't notice? My face contorted into a frown of displeasure. This is unlike me. I was always alert.The shooter must be a professional. I looked up and saw a figure on the top of the building, pointing a snipper at me. I couldn't see clearly, but I co
Layla's POV“Are your memories back?” I asked, surprised at how he called me his wife, but he completely ignored me.“Leave now!” He ordered his grandmother out. “I'll call the cops on you.”Emilia walked out of the ward dejectedly and I felt pity for her.Alex hissed and walked inside the bathroom, completely ignoring me.I slumped on the bed as tears flowed down my face.Why is all this happening to us now? Just when we were getting our lives back together.Alex had been in a vegetative state for Seven months and things have changed.His father has taken over the family's business, making a young man, who he called his illegitimate son, the CEO of Kings’ Empire. Saying that when Alex wakes up, he would hand it over back to him. But now that he is awake, his memories are gone!Emilia and Larry fought against the idea to no avail. Since the company was on the verge of crashing, the shareholders had no choice but to appoint an illegitimate son as CEO.He walked out of the bathroom, loo
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
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 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 POVAs the man approached us, I felt my legs trembling in fear. His massive figure stood in front of us, trying to be intimidating and he really is doing a good job. Alex didn't quiver, he kept his stern expression.“You may have your seat,” he said.We had our seats and the butler came in with maids crying trays of food. They placed it on the table before us.The exquisite foods made my mouth watery as I eyed each plate of professionally cooked delicacies. I took a quick glance at Alex, whose gaze was fixed on the man as though he was trying to read him.Neither Alex nor Larry are making an attempt to touch their food. This is not fair! I exclaimed under my breath. Alex looked at me and I smiled. He gave me a sign and I knew to take my eyes off the food.“Is the food not to your taste?” The man asked, as he smoked on his cigarette, choking me with the smoke. There were like ten already smoked cigarettes in the ashtray. “I'll have them prepare something else for you then.” He
Alexander's POVI need to learn more about the secret society members. Why didn't my father mention them in his journals? I've searched his study and library, but found no clues or documents. How can I become their leader when I know nothing about them?I entered my father's room, searching for it for the umpteenth time today. I slumped on the bed, worried for my life. How can I go against people I know nothing about?As I looked around, my eyes landed on a strange object in his walk-in closet. It blended with the silver design. How did I miss this?I pressed it hard, and suddenly, a ladder dropped from the ceiling to the floor. I was surprised and wondered what secrets I would uncover this time.I climbed the ladder and entered a small room. Looking around, I realized my father was indeed involved in a secret society. The room was filled with arms and ammunition on the walls and computers on tables, displaying various activities.On the screen, a casino was displayed as people gambl
Layla's POVThe way Alex stormed off made me worried. He is back to his old self.I didn't want to annoy him further so I left him to himself, praying inwardly that he comes back to his senses.I kept having the feeling that the King's family has deep secrets that no one must hear about. I have to uncover them if I want to have a peaceful marriage with Alex.Should I go talk to Emilia about it? I chuckled softly, who am I?Since Alex had decided to stay mad, I decided to explore the mansion. It has gotten better since the last time I came, all thanks to Emilia’s unique taste.I walked through the long corridors, taking in the familiar sights and sounds. Suddenly, I heard a faint noise coming from the library. I pushed open the door and found a hidden room behind the bookshelf. It was slightly opened, that was why I knew someone had been there, but not recently. Spider webs covered my face as I walked in quietly. Inside, I found a series of journals belonging to Alex's father. His nam
Alexander's POV“What's wrong?” I asked, looking at her as she bent close, staring at me. She placed her hand on my head, “did you go back in time?” she stammered. I squinted my eyes. “What do you mean?” I asked, looking suspiciously at her. “It's our wedding anniversary, we should be at the resort! What happened?” She gave a nervous laugh, “that was last year!” She exclaimed, feeling my head with her palm. “Let me go get the doctor!” My grandmother said, hasting out of the room.I looked at Layla, who wore a worried look on her face as she paced the room. She looked more beautiful and it felt like I have not seen her in a long time. “What's going on, Layla?”She let out a sigh, walking towards me. “Apparently, you gained your memories back, but you lost the…” she paused. “I don't know!” She slammed in frustration.She gazed at me, then her face lit up. “It's better this way.” She nodded. “It's better You don't remember the recent occurrences.” The doctors walked in, all dressed
Layla's POVBeads of sweat formed on his head as he shook vehemently on the bed as though he was being chased by someone. He looks so terrified. Tears streamed down his cheek as he muffled sentences I couldn't grasp. Fear gripped me. What is happening to Alex? I thought. What had the woman done to him?Alex's mother was now safe at the hospital, receiving treatment. The strange figure I had presumed to be a man was actually a woman. The same woman who had approached Alex at Emilia's charity event. How could she have been so heartless to have done that to his mother?The occurrence at the mansion came flooding back. As the figure approached, she threw a needle at Alex and stuck to his neck making him act strange. He slumped on the floor and started spitting foam.I bent to his level, shaking him, but he didn't respond. “What have you done to him?! I thundered, my blood boiling.The figure let out a hysterical laughter, that was when I knew that it was a woman.I charged at her with ra
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