Layla’s POV
I couldn’t sleep. Not after everything I had learned.
The folder Kellan gave me sat on my nightstand, its contents burned into my brain. Blueprints. Names. Damning evidence. Pieces of a puzzle that made too much sense now.
And Damian—he hadn’t denied it.
He didn’t beg. He didn’t make excuses. He just said he didn’t mean to fall for me.
But that didn’t erase what he had done. What he was planning to do.
I sat on the edge of the bed, staring out the window at the garden bathed in moonlight. The air was cold, but I barely felt it. All I could feel was the weight of this secret crushing my chest.
My father wasn’t a good man. I knew that. I had always known there were skeletons in his closet—deals made in silence, people stepped on to get higher. But I didn’t know… I didn’t k
