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Chapter 4 I'm Layla

Word Count: 1217    |    Released on: 13/04/2025

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grandfather approached me, and I quickly withdr

,' I prayed inwardly. I had a r

nge of pride

is face a mix of delight and confusion

?" she ask

rowing her a

no wonder she was able to get into

f and not interfered, none of this would have happened. B

was

ible for Joshua and the other guy not to notice her touch, so I had to do something to clear t

in either anger or embarrassment as she stared at my

herself rather qu

" she said, clearing her throat and

ing with women anymore, not outside of a bedro

oat again. "I'm Lena, by the way," she said afte

urprise. She actually brought

my OCD? Everyone in thi

asked nervously, w

meant she knew nothing about my OCD, o

he had certai

sed by her like I a

ponder later. For now, findi

eaving the confused lady staring after

o she was, but first I ha

.

na'

passed. Two f

terious, and yet fate seemed

the roofless restaurant part. The men who had been chas

days, and trouble was already finding m

I inwardly countere

d, then realizing I was too loud, quieted down wi

ly. If they weren't at a bar, they we

followed it, which led me to this club. It was grand and lavish, and I was immediately intrigued. I clung to the sha

erted his partner, and soon, they were

I was a first-class con artist, for crying out loud! It

is club already," I sighed, shoving m

e, and I had one m

lled 'walking money,' referring to the wealthy old men. If I

in my throat as my eyes met the one man who had be

om the back of his head. His ha

e rushing towards him

I cal

him the other night. The man noticed me first and signaled for Mr. Mysterious to

him look even hotter. Lik

unfazed by his scrutinizing gaze from behi

me for a few moments be

ng black eyes came into view. Even wh

in thought. "Are you Layla?" he asked

as my brain began processing all the

was my best f

was he

im, unsure of

angements of our marriage," he

getting marrie

s it one of those arranged marriages where the wealthy

vous idea popped into my head,

I was

na is just my middle name," I

e, from head to toe, before looking back at my face. "And

as wearing a huge brown polo shirt with matching brown shorts. On my f

understood h

dressed like this. I had no idea I'd run into

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