Chapter 2 - Layla - Who is he?

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As I returned to the law firm, memories washed over me, each corner and desk bringing back moments of a life I’d once lived. But reality struck as I approached my old desk, where a cardboard box sat waiting. My belongings were still there, untouched since the day I’d lost everything.

As I began to pack, I felt the weight of eyes on me—curious, surprised, maybe even sympathetic. Just then, I felt a gentle pat on my shoulder. I turned to find my manager, Araya, standing behind me, her gaze a mixture of shock and warmth.

“Layla…” she said softly, as if she couldn’t quite believe it. “Is it really you?”

I managed a small smile. “Yes, Araya. I’m back.”

She glanced down at the box and then back at me, her expression hardening with resolve. “You know, things never felt right after you left. There’s a lot we need to talk about, Layla. Maybe it’s time to set a few things straight.”

Her words sparked something in me—a glimmer of hope, a reminder that perhaps not everyone had turned their back. And as I looked around, seeing familiar faces I’d once trusted, I knew I was here for more than just packing a box. I was here to reclaim everything Viktor had taken from me, one step at a time.

“I want to apologize about the scandal… it affected the firm and everyone…” I began, my voice barely a whisper as I looked down.

Araya shook her head, placing a reassuring hand on my arm. “We’ll talk about all that. Come to my office.”

I nodded, following her down the hallway. As we walked, the weight of everything that had happened pressed on me—my sudden fall from grace, Viktor’s betrayal, and the consequences I’d left behind.

Once inside her office, Araya closed the door and gestured for me to sit. She leaned against her desk, crossing her arms as she looked at me, studying my expression.

“Layla, I never believed the rumors,” she began. “There were too many things that didn’t add up. But you disappeared before I could get to the truth. Now you’re back, and I need to know what really happened.”

I took a deep breath, feeling the tightness in my chest begin to ease. “Viktor set me up,” I said firmly. “He used me as a scapegoat to cover up his own crimes, and I was left to take the fall. But I won’t be a victim anymore. I’m back to clear my name—and I need your help to do it.”

Araya’s eyes narrowed, a spark of determination flickering in them. “Then let’s make things right. But Layla, this won’t be easy. Viktor has only grown more powerful since you left.”

I nodded, a fierce resolve settling over me. “I know. But this time, I’m prepared for him. I won’t let him ruin any more lives.”

With Araya’s support, I knew I had taken the first step in my fight for justice.

“But I’ve hired you a bodyguard,” she said, handing me a slip of paper with an address scribbled on it. “You’ll find him here.”

I glanced at the name, my eyes widening slightly. “Andrew Moretti?” I read aloud, trying to keep my voice steady. The name sent a jolt through me, sparking memories I’d buried deep. Andrew Moretti—the notorious mafia leader. But I couldn’t let Araya see my reaction. I swallowed, masking my surprise. “Who is he?” I asked, feigning ignorance.

Araya raised an eyebrow. “He’s… unconventional, but one of the best. I’ve heard he’s skilled and highly discreet. We need someone who can protect you from any threat Viktor might pose.” Her gaze softened. “It’s the least I can do to help you through this.”

I nodded, stuffing the paper into my bag. “Thank you, Araya. I appreciate it.”

Later that day, I found myself outside the company building, a sleek, unmarked structure that seemed far too normal for someone as dangerous as Andrew. Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside, every nerve on edge.

A few minutes later, the office door swung open, and there he was—Andrew Moretti, the man who had once terrified even his enemies with just a look. His gaze met mine, piercing yet unreadable, and I forced myself to stand tall.

“Layla Edward,” he said, his voice smooth and low, with a hint of curiosity. “So, you’re the one I’m supposed to protect.”

“Yes, it’s me,” I replied politely, keeping my tone steady. “You must be Andrew Moretti. Am I right?”

A faint smirk played on his lips as he crossed his arms, assessing me with those sharp, calculating eyes. “That’s correct. But you can call me Andrew.” His voice was smooth, a quiet confidence radiating from him.

I forced myself to meet his gaze, reminding myself why I was here. “Well, I’ve been told you’re one of the best, so… I guess I’m in good hands.”

Andrew’s smirk widened slightly. “I don’t take protection lightly. So, if you’re working with me, you’ll need to follow my rules. No running off on your own, no unnecessary risks.” His eyes glinted with something unreadable. “You’re here to stay safe, and I intend to make sure of it.”

I nodded, realizing he was deadly serious. This isn’t going to be easy, I thought, already feeling the clash between my need for independence and his insistence on control. But I had no choice. If I was going to take Viktor down, I needed to stay alive long enough to do it.

“All right, Andrew,” I replied. “I’ll follow your lead… for now.”

He gave a single nod, his gaze lingering on me. “Good. Then let’s get started. There’s a lot you don’t know about Viktor—and about staying one step ahead.”

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