Secretary To My Baby's Daddy

"Mummy, where's my daddy?" The little voice behind Layla asked. "Come, darling, let's go home." Layla dragged Ethan. "No, Mummy, I want to see my daddy!" Ethan cried. The memories of seven years ago flashed back on Layla. She had been drugged by her stepsister during a hangout with her sister Melissa. A calm-looking, casually dressed guy was sitting at the edge of the bar when Melissa spotted him. "He's handsome but looks like a nobody," she thought and turned to look at Layla, who was having a nice time but was also conscious of the unusual friendliness of her sister. "Let me get rid of you once and for all!" Melissa said, giving a wicked smirk. The guy walked out with his phone to his ear while Melissa walked over to his seat and slipped something into his drink without anyone noticing. She did the same to Layla's drink too. "Have fun while it lasts," she said, and soon the guy came back in and drank from his glass. Melissa was satisfied as she watched Layla also drinking from her cup. A few minutes later, she noticed the guy was already intoxicated, and likewise Layla. "Perfect timing!" Melissa smiled as she walked over to him. "Hi, my friend over there has been staring at you and she said she likes you." The guy raised his head to look at her, then smiled. "Yeah?" Melissa smiled back and hurried over to Layla. "Hey Layla, that guy over there said he likes you." "I just want to go home, Melissa!" Layla said lazily, already too intoxicated. "I'm here, trust me, I'll take you home," Melissa said as she dragged her sister to the guy and locked their hands together while she secretly took a photo of them. The guy headed to the penthouse nearby with Layla. "The penthouse?" Melissa thought. "How is he able to afford a penthouse?" In the room, Layla was too weak to restrain or fight back. The only thing she noticed was a scar on the guy's neck, and the guy was too intoxicated to see her face clearly. That night, Layla's innocence was taken. "Who the f**k is this?" The guy jerked up from the bed, but Layla's hair already covered her face. He pulled the bedsheet up and saw blood. "f**k!" he muttered as he stood gently from the bed. "This is what these girls do — they force themselves on you and try to bind you to them, but I'm not doing that!" He quickly dressed up and left some cash on the dresser, but he mistakenly forgot his signet gold ring there. A few minutes after he left, Layla woke up looking disheveled. She quickly glanced at herself under the sheet and cried out. "What have I done? Who did this to me?" Just then, Melissa came into the room with her phone pointed at her. "Is this how you want to make Dad proud, huh?" Layla quickly ran to the restroom to change while Melissa laughed loudly, her voice trailing behind Layla. Melissa scanned the room and her gaze fixed on the neatly stacked dollar notes on the dresser. "He paid her? He has that kind of money on him?" she wondered. She quickly grabbed the money and put it into her bag, then she saw the gold signet ring. "He's a thief!" she concluded. "This is pure gold — how can he have this in his possession? Anytime I want something bad for her, it always turns out good for her. But nonetheless, she will never get to meet whoever this guy is!" She stormed out of the building. "I'm honestly disappointed in you!" Mr. Richard barked at Layla, who was trying to explain. "Dad, I swear I didn't do this. I don't know what I was doing — I was drunk!" "Get out of my sight!" he commanded. Layla walked out shamefully as hot tears streamed down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them when she saw Melissa standing there with a mischievous smile and gave her a hard glare. "You did this, right? It was all your plan to ruin me?" she cried. Melissa gave a loud hiss and left her standing. "Go away!!" Layla yelled at the maid at the door as tears welled up in her eyes. She quickly locked the door and broke down crying. The bloodstains from the previous night flashed before her eyes. "Oh God, help me." She buried her face in her hands. "Why did this happen to me? Who did this to me?" In Mr. Richard's mansion, he sat quietly on the couch, trying to process the shame his daughter had brought to his name. "Seems she turned out to be trash after all," said the woman elegantly seated opposite him. She was Mr. Richard's second wife. Ever since he lost Sarah Wills, his first wife, he had married his mistress, Emma Hayes, who was already pregnant with his illegitimate child. "Don't you dare make such a statement!" Mr. Richard shot back. "I'm not trying to be mean. I'm only saying the truth," she said, grumbling. Mr. Richard said nothing more, but the disappointment was written all over him. What could have made her do that? he asked himself. In her room, Melissa watched the video of her stepsister and couldn't help but laugh. "Daddy's little dove, it's time to leave this house for good. Dad can love with all his heart, but once you break him, you are gone!" She paused as if processing something. "Come to think of it, the guy I linked her up with is actually handsome. I should have linked her up with a simpleton instead. And it seems this casually dressed guy isn't as casual as I thought — who could he be? Or is he a thief like I assumed?" She scoffed, then continued. "Whoever he is, it's none of my business. As long as he helped me accomplish my mission, he understood the assignment." She let out a mischievous laugh. Layla wiped her face and went to the bathroom. Looking in the mirror, her face was pale and red from crying, and on her neck were hickey marks, likely from the mysterious guy the night before. "I will kill you when I find out who you are!!" she cursed, breaking into tears again. Then she paused. I think I remembered something.