Layla leaned closer in growing panic, refusing to allow her brain register his words. Her hands trembled as it ran over his face, trying to access the level of damage. “Tell me…who did this? What went wrong?! Why didn't you call the boys for backup?"“R-u-n-” Nicholas repeated through broken lips. “It's… not safe for you…in here…”Layla turned around to scan the small room for any dangerous or threatening movement, but it was empty, just the two of them. She turned to him while wondering why he wanted her to run.“I'm not leaving you here!” She insisted, rushing to the back of the chair. She dipped her hand into her purse and brought out a short knife to cut the heavy ropes. “What the fuck happened?!”“He messed with me, that's what happened,” A calm voice replied, so low that it sounded almost like a whisper.Layla paused, her brows arched. That voice didn't belong to Nicholas. It belonged to…Slowly, she lifted her head to look into those amber eyes. It was Paige, Adrian's sister!
“Why?” Lucian chuckled. “You cannot do it?”“Do you have evidence?” Layla said, panting. “There's no evidence that I had a hand in your sister's kidnap! You cannot force me to do your biddings just because you feel wronged!”In response, Adrian brought out his phone and played the evidence of Layla's several mistreatment of Paige. At the sight, Layla winced and looked away.“The media would celebrate over this valued piece of information, don't you think?” Adrian smiled.“How did you get your hands on that?!” Layla screamed, frustration building up inside her. How had Adrian uncovered the secrets she had carefully hidden for years? How long had he been watching her? How much did he know?!This jerk was driving her crazy!“That look on your face tells me you're convinced,” Adrian tsked. “Tell the media the truth yourself. I'm giving you an easy alternative, but again, you can pick your poison. Should I release the video or you'd do the confession yourself,”Panic clawed at Layla and sh
Felix knocked on the door gently and upon permission to enter, he stepped into the broad room with a tray containing coffee. “Is she okay?” Felix asked, placing the tray in front of Adrian. His brows narrowed at the sight of Paige asleep on the large bed.“She had a panic attack,” Adrian replied slowly, but the anger in his voice was thick. “She had a fucking panic attack!"Felix shifted closer, his hands reaching out to touch Adrian, as if doing that would flush away the reality of the situation. “She'll be fine…”“She's been talking in her sleep too and crying,” Adrian said, a bit of trembling in his voice. “They broke her,”“She's safe now,” Felix whispered. “We have to bring her to accept that she isn't on the run anymore,”“How about the trauma she faced in the hands of that bitch? How long would it take for her to heal?” Adrian said, shaking his head. “it could take years,”“As long as you're always by her side, then it wouldn't take that long. You have to give her the affectio
Layla ran a hand through her thick, disheveled hair as she stared at the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her as if mocking her —a scrawny old woman with a dirty aura and a repulsive face.After the press conference, she had locked herself inside her room for days, refusing to come out or to see anyone. The voices of the taunting crowd still played in her head and no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't get rid of it.Was this how she fell?From a popular queen in her queendom to a worthless butterfly?“No!” She screamed, throwing everything on the vanity table. “No! I refuse to go down like this…! No…no…”Blood roared in her ears and her stomach clenched like it was refusing to accept her words. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears, almost like it was trying to break free from the bleakness of her future.The humiliation.The national disgrace.Adrian's mocking eyes, that bastard!A click sounded as the door pushed open forcefully. Layla jumped as she turned to look at the in
Sir…I know you told me not to disturb, but I'm afraid there's something urgent that requires your attention,” Adrian sighed as he looked up from his desk to stare at his secretary. Then he let out a short-lived smile. “This information had better be worth it, Rose,”“Yes sir. There's a man at my desk causing a scene. The same man that you forbade from seeing you for two months. The securities are trying to get him out, but he won't budge. He insists on seeing you,”Adrian scoffed. “John is here?”“Sh…should I call the police, sir?” “No, tell the security to let him in,” Adrian said, a sly smile tugging at the corners of his lips.Rose bowed in response and walked out of the office. A few seconds later, the door opened to reveal Ryan standing at the entrance. His collar was rough and there were few bruises on his lips. He looked pissed.Adrian grinned. “You of all people should know that every company has rules. I won't apologize for my guards decision to throw out a piece of trash
Adrian wiped off the bead of sweat that had gathered on his forehead with a frown. Climbing into his limousine, he briefly closed his eyes, as if doing that would erase some of the tiredness in his bones.Soon, his mind shifted to Ryan and he couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness, not for Ryan, but for his adoptive parents. After the divorce incident, they had cut off all traces and connections with him, and never visited him in prison even once, claiming that he had ruined their image.Despite his several attempts at a reunion, they had brutally rejected him —no doubt as a result of Ryan's influence. Right now, he missed them and wished they had allowed him to explain things.His fists clenched unknowingly as he recalled the painful memories. Ryan kept taking things from him. He seemed to be involved in every misfortune that came his way —like an incurable airborne plague.But not again!He won't sit back like a fool and let anyone take what belonged to him anymore. He had done so
Silas swallowed nervously and opened his mouth to speak but snapped it shut when nothing came out. The air in the room had shifted into a chilled, dark aura that made him almost want to piss in his pants.His palms became clammy as he stared into Adrian's fierce blue eyes. He swallowed repeatedly as cold sweat broke on his face. Damn, he was in deep shit.“Don't hurt me, please…” Silas started, his teeth clattering. “I was only doing my job,”Adrian scoffed. “Job? You call attempting to murder people a job? Yeah, that speaks so highly of you,”Silas shook his head. “I didn't attempt to murder you. Honestly, I don't even know what the fuck you're talking about! You're mistaking me for someone else. I only happened to drive on that street, just when your car crashed. Please, just…just let me go,”Adrian let out a humorless laugh. It was the audacity for him. His chest burned with anger and he grabbed Silas’s chin, digging his fingers into his cheeks. Silas groaned in pain and thrashed a
Ryan could swear that his heart skipped a million beats in one second and he could feel his bones stiffening like he had just been placed on an electric chair. His face tightened, and he opened his mouth to speak, but only a constricting sound came out, so he snapped it shut, not wanting to sound like a fool.He staggered backward, causing the phone in his hands to slip to the ground with a dull thud.What the hell?!“N…no, Y…you're supposed to be—”“Dead?” Adrian chuckled, walking towards Ryan who shifted backwards with trembling legs. “Don't you think wishing me dead is a little too extreme?”Ryan saw stars of different shapes and sizes in front of him, which blurred his vision. His teeth clattering, he collapsed onto the sofa. Maybe he was just hallucinating or maybe this was a nightmare.Adrian was dead. He saw the damn burnt car and several videos of the accident!“Is anyone out there?!” He yelled, scratching the back of his head. “There's a ghost in this bloody room!”Adrian lau