Layla sat at the edge of her bed, the entire day her mind had been preoccupied by two things, looking for her Jayden and her daughter. The room was dark, save for the soft glow of a lamp casting shadows on the walls. She listened to the faint sound of her daughter's breathing in the next room. Two years old, so innocent, so unaware of the complexities of the world. Layla's heart ached, torn between the love she had for her daughter and the deep sorrow that threatened to drown her, and that of her husband ramming deep into the holes of her mistress, he even had the guts to invite her to spectate.
She had once dreamed of a life of happiness, of stability—a home filled with laughter, love, and security. But the reality had turned out to be much darker than she could have ever imagined. The man she had married had become someone she no longer recognized.
It had started subtly, small moments when she felt uncomfortable in his presence, when his touch lingered too long or his gaze made her skin crawl. At first, she convinced herself it was nothing. "Maybe I'm just being overly sensitive," she would think. But over time, the whispers of her intuition grew louder, until there was no denying the truth.
Layla's body tensed as she thought of the nights she spent alone, terrified, trapped in a relationship that was supposed to protect her but instead made her feel small and powerless. Her husband's words echoed in her mind promises of love, of care, but they were all lies, cloaked in manipulation and control.
But her daughter... her daughter was the one thing that kept her going. The one person who still saw her as strong and capable, who still trusted her with an innocent, unbroken love. Layla had always dreamed of being the kind of mother who could protect her child from the pain and hurt she herself had endured. Now, she found herself fighting not just for her own freedom, but for the future of the little girl who deserved so much more than this life of fear.
She knew she couldn't continue living in this cycle, but breaking free felt like an impossible task. The fear of what her husband might do if she left, the guilt of potentially disrupting her daughter's life—these were burdens she carried in the silence of the night.
Layla had once been a woman full of dreams, full of life. Now, she felt like a shadow of who she once was. But there was still hope, even if it felt distant. For her daughter's sake, Layla knew she had to find a way out. She had to reclaim her strength and take the first step, no matter how terrifying it seemed. She had to show her daughter what it meant to be free, to be strong, and to never let anyone take away the power she was born with.
Suddenly, mark and his mistress barged into the room she was in, that much dint Suprise her but her eyes almost popped out once she saw what they had in their hands, a sleeping Vivi.
"Mark you can do anything you like to me but please leave my daughter out of this pleaaase I beg you."
Layla quickly got to her knees with watery eyes. then suddenly Mitchelle {marks mistress} walked to her and gave her a thunderous slap connecting her to the marble floor with bleeding lips. then came a heavy kick to her abdomen sending excruciating pain to her body. "Bitch did anyone give you the permission to utter a word. shut your filthy mouth before I get pissed again, I might even take it out on this filthy thing you call a daughter so don't push me!!! Now strip bitch before I lose my calm!!!!
Not wanting anything to happen to her daughter, Layla dint think twice before losing the pink silk pjs she had on.
"Now like a good bitch you are will you face this camera and introduce yourself using the words am going to show you. Oh, and if you even think of doing anything, I'll throw your daughter to the deepest hole I know off."
"Hehe babe you said you were going to give me a show today, but I dint know it will be this good. I should have had brought popcorns for this." Mark said taking a seat in the leather sofa. "My name is layla the CEO ats the worlds biggest tech company . I am a filthy unworthy cum duster..." ' Dont layla dont give it to them .. dont give them the sattisfaction of seing yoou cry, you are a strong woman and you can do this as long as vivi is safe so be strong !' layla conviced her self.Mitchel grabbed a marker pen and forced layla to write pathetic filthy words on her body all while recording. she was ready to film mark whipping her only for the disaster filled atmostphere to be penetrated by laylas ringing phone.
"Pick the call bitch. " Mark threw her phone to her since she couldn't move after being tied to the bed. but once she saw the unfamiliar number on the screen something in within her relaxed ... why this? that much she dint know but then came his voice.
"Hey Layla , am really sorry for not reaching out to you since yesterday... a lot has been happening but that should not be reason enough not to reach out." Then came the sound of a Whipp clashing with bare skin ... "AAAAAAAARRRGHH. " " Bitch shut up what did I say to you." "No please don't hurt my daughter "
"You evil bustard's let go of her before I tear your flesh apart and feed them to the hounds!!!!"
"Too much talk from a fucking toy boy aren't you the one wo slept with my wife some days ago. Fuck of before I come for you."
"I swear it on my father's name am going to show you the true definition of pain. If you are man, enough then don't touch Layla anymore and give me ten minutes to come to you if I fail you can do whatever you want to me if not ... wait there won't be an if not...
The line went suddenly dead.
" That fool actually hanged up on me then wait till he sees what i have in store for him."
Mark took out his phone and called his goons "Boys get everyone to my house armed to teeth. We are going in for an interesting night hehehehehehe