Layla's pov
The USB burned a hole in my palm as I sat on the edge of my bed, the room dark except for the pale glow of the moonlight leaking through the curtains. It was quiet, but my mind was loud. The information I had—the names, the deals, the betrayals—felt heavier than any weapon. And for the first time, I understood what true power felt like.
I stared at it again. This small, plastic thing held the truth that could destroy Damian… or protect him. But it could also bring my father’s empire crashing down. My own family. The people who raised me, lied to me, used me.
Tears blurred my vision, but I didn’t let them fall. I couldn’t afford to be weak. Not anymore.
I got up slowly, walked over to my dresser, and slid the USB into a hidden compartment beneath the top drawer. I locked it
