Leila's POV
My phone buzzed for the third time that night, rattling against the nightstand like it was begging me to give in. I glanced at the screen, already knowing who it was.
Two missed calls. One unread message.
From her.
I didn't want to read it. I really didn't. But like a moth drawn to a flame, my thumb hovered and tapped.
"Don't you dare ignore me, Leila. I am your mother. Kellan is mine as much as he is yours, and you can't keep him from me forever. I want money, and I want to see my son. If you think hiding behind that billionaire of yours makes you untouchable, you're wrong. Don't forget who raised you. I can ruin everything for you."
My stomach sank, bile rising in my throat. She always knew where to stab. Always knew how to make me feel like a child again, helpless and
