Layla's POV:
"I think you've misunderstood me," I said, my voice trembling despite my best efforts to stay calm. My heart was pounding like a drum.
"I'm sure you saw today that things aren't going well for me at the Glen Villa. And yes, it's directly tied to you."
Orlando's expression shifted slightly, a flicker of something I couldn't quite read passing through his eyes. He stepped back, releasing me from his grasp.
I quickly turned my back to him now, a strange mixture of relief and fear washing over me.
"Ms. Glen wants to be your wife, but because of... certain things that happened before, she suspects there's something between us. She makes things difficult for me. All I want is to earn enough money to rent a place and leave!"
Talking to someone like Orlando was like walking on a
