For the first time since they’ve arrived, their face shows a human emotion. Both of them clamp their mouths shut in surprise and pure fear.“Mr. Flynn, we were told that she’s a single mother. We didn’t expect the child to be yours.”“Let me see your ID,” Denzel demands. The two take out their identity cards and hold them out for Denzel. His eyes run over them like a scanning machine before he returns the cards.The one with the iPod looks submissive, but the other one is as stubborn as a leech that doesn’t want to let go once it has started sucking on your skin.“Are you two married? May I see the marriage certificate? I’d also need to see a DNA proof to know you’re not bluffing.” She says proudly.Denzel’s gaze shines with a killing intent as he clicks his tongue. “Whether we’re married or not, it’s our business, not yours. As for the DNA proof, I have one.”Denzel unlocks his phone and shows them a digital copy of the DNA test results. The two can’t come up with any more excuses.“

Unknown POV******Layla rolls onto her bed in her rented apartment. Next to her is James Davenport, sleeping peacefully with his wife’s so-called best friend.Layla has spent yet another night with James in her bed and though she has no feelings for him, her actions are not for nothing. By making him commit adultery, Layla can make James her future voluntary or involuntary partner in crime. By the flow of the current things, she’s sure a lot of blood will be spilled in the future.Blood of the Flynn family.She smiles evilly at her genius plan when a knock comes at her door. Alarmed, she rises in the blink of an eye.No one knows of this place and her people aren’t patient enough to knock—they’d simply break in. This must mean that someone is on her trail.Can it be the cops? Did Denzel really break his word and told them her secret?“Wake up, Davenport!” She shakes the man passed out from alcohol beside him.“What is it?” His droopy eyes cannot discern the urgency and anger in Layl

I lose the sense of time, and the evening arrives in the blink of an eye. Finding a perfect, elegant gown on such a short notice is undoubtedly a headache since most of my closet consists of tomboy clothes with little space for party wears that wouldn’t suit to this occasion.However, the biggest nightmare of it all is having my mom select my gown and go through my closet. I skillfully dodge all of her side-eye glares. At last, she ends up choosing one of her dresses to fit the event.It’s a maroon, sparkly floor-length gown with off shoulder sleeves that matches my natural blush perfectly. My mom does my makeup as I sit like a doll before the mirror.Despite of my grudge towards my mom for nagging me for a better part of my life, I wouldn’t argue that she’s best at what she does.“There you go. Like a proper lady.” She slips away to the side, letting me stare at the beautiful reflection in the mirror.She’s done a good job with taming my bangs and the rest of the hair in a beautiful

Denzel Flynn******As soon as she says yes, my heart flutters inside my chest and a warm feeling spreads all over. Even though I was hoping to hear it, her words still catch me off guard.But worries are etched onto her face. Just her answer is enough to guess that she’s drowning in doubt. My joy flickers before it overwhelms me and I leap onto her like an excited pet lion.My lips latch onto hers hungrily and move fiercely with rhythm. So long as she’s distracted for now, she can question her decisions when it’s too late to take back her words.I wrap my hands around her and hold her closer. The warmth seeping from her body puts mine on fire. I don’t think I can hold on, and this isn’t the best place.I end the kiss soon and smile gently at her to lift her spirits. The kiss definitely worked because she looks less troubled now.“So, should we return to the hall?” She asks, clearing her throat and avoiding my eyes. I guess it’ll take some time for her to get used to me again.“Let’s

Chloe appears cautious as she steps inside, scanning her environment. I spot my dad taking a look around the apartment and my mom still cooking in the kitchen.When my dad finds Chloe by the door, he silently inquires about her with a jerk of his head in her direction. “She is Chloe, Denzel’s sister.” My dad’s face turns sour, but he doesn’t express his thoughts about her.I turn to Chloe. “Ben is not here at the moment, but he’ll be back soon with Denzel when it’s time to cut the cake.”She nods silently. Something about her mood and actions just doesn’t sit right with me. She appears really perplexed for some reason.“Would you like to hide the gift?” I point at the gift box in her hand.It’s like my words jerk her awake from her thoughts and she clumsily hands over the gift. After setting it along with others, I pay heed to Chloe.“Is everything okay with you?” She seems to have been living in a daze ever since she came into the apartment.Her fingers fidget with the hem of her to