UNEXPECTEDLY THE BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE

"Ugh, finally," Layla muttered under her breath, her voice weighed down by exhaustion. She had been on her feet for nearly five hours, working non-stop. The clock had just hit 6 p.m., but her day wasn't over yet. She still had another job waiting... babysitting her neighbor Mrs. Cole's twins for the next three hours before she could finally call it a day.

Leaving the cozy warmth of the café where her shift had just ended, Layla wrapped her thin jacket tighter around her and headed toward Mrs. Cole's apartment. As soon as she knocked, the door swung open. Mrs. Cole stood there, cradling one of the twins -a little boy- in her arms, while the girl peeked from behind her mother's legs.

"Good evening, ma'am," Layla greeted politely, mustering a small smile despite the tiredness tugging at her features.

"Oh, Layla, sweetheart, how are you holding up?" Mrs. Cole asked kindly. "I'll be back before 9:30, but my husband might return earlier. Their dinner and snacks are already in the fridge, and before putting them to bed, please warm up some milk."

Layla nodded, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "No problem, ma'am. I'll make sure they have warm milk before bed."

After Mrs. Cole left, Layla turned to the twins, who were already busy playing with their toys on the living room floor.

"Well, it's just the three of us now, huh?" she said, pouting playfully as she joined them, her heart a little lighter for the moment.

Hours passed, and by 9 p.m. sharp, Mr. Cole returned. The twins were already fast asleep, curled under their little blankets.

"Oh, good evening, Mr. Cole," Layla greeted as he stepped through the door.

"Layla, how are you? The twins are asleep already?" he asked, setting his keys down.

"Yes, sir. I put them to bed a while ago. I was just waiting for your wife to return so I could head home," she replied softly.

Mr. Cole reached for his wallet and pulled out a crisp $100 bill, handing it to her. "Here, let me pay you so you can get going."

Layla accepted the money with quiet gratitude. "Thank you, sir."

Once home, she gently pulled out a small, worn box from beneath her bed. Carefully, she added the $100 bill to the little stack inside, her growing collection of hard-earned cash. Every dollar she earned from side gigs went straight into that box. She was saving it for one thing: her father's prison bail.

Three years ago, her father had been arrested for drug possession and theft. He'd been caught during a police raid, and ever since that day, Layla had been left to fend for herself. For a long while, resentment filled her heart, anger at the man who'd let her down, who had chosen the wrong path and left her all alone.

But during her visits over time, something changed. Her father had changed. Surprisingly, he'd become more devout, more thoughtful, and more sincere. He had sobered up, and during one emotional visit, he had looked her in the eye and pleaded, "I want you to give me a second chance, please, dear. I'm sorry for causing this to us." She had never forgotten that day, the way his voice cracked and his tears fell. It had broken her heart, but it also lit a spark of hope... a hope that maybe they could start over, together.

Since then, she had saved every cent she could, dreaming of the day she could pay his bail and finally rebuild their lives. But life had not been kind. Living expenses, bills, and reality often made that dream feel further away than ever.

The next morning, a soft Saturday sun peeked through her window. It was visiting day at the prison. Layla made her way there, her heart both heavy and hopeful. After passing through security, an officer directed her to the visitor phone booth. Moments later, her father, Finn, appeared on the other side of the glass. He looked different thinner, older, but calmer.

"Hey, sweetheart," Finn greeted, his voice warm but shaky.

"I'm good, Dad. How have you been holding up?" Layla asked, her fingers brushing against the glass. "Don't worry. This will all be over soon. I'm trying to find another side gig today. I'll figure it out."

Finn gave her a faint smile. "I've been attending a rehabilitation class here. The government offers it to people like me. It's... helping. I've been trying, Layla. I want to turn over a new leaf."

She could hear the sincerity in his voice, and it gave her hope, the same hope that had pushed her to work two jobs, skip luxuries, and save every dollar for him.

They spent the rest of the visit talking, about her life, her part-time jobs, and the little things she rarely had time to share. When the clock finally signaled the end of visiting hours, Layla left with a bittersweet feeling in her chest.

Later that day, her determination paid off. She managed to secure another side gig, this time as a library assistant at the community library. It wasn't much, but every job, every dollar, brought her one step closer to the fresh start she and her father longed for.

It was late afternoon when Layla got home from the community library. She dropped her bag on the couch and was about to lie down when her phone started ringing. She picked it up and saw the name: Victoria.

It was strange. Victoria never called her this late.

"Hello?" Layla answered.

"Layla..." Victoria's voice was shaky, like she had been crying. "I don't know what to do. My family... they're forcing me to marry someone I don't even know."

Layla sat up straight, surprised by her words. "What? Victoria, what do you mean? Who are you marrying?"

"Some rich guy named Julian Bennett," Victoria said, her voice breaking. "It's not my choice. My dad made a deal with his family to save our business. I don't love him, Layla. I don't even know him."

Layla stayed quiet, trying to find the right words. She had never heard Victoria sound so helpless before.

"I can't do it, Layla," Victoria whispered. "I don't want to marry him. I love someone else."

Layla's heart sank for her friend. She knew Victoria's life looked perfect from the outside, but this was something deeper. Something painful.

"I need your help," Victoria said, her voice lowering. "I'm planning to run away with the person I really love... but I need a way to escape. I need someone to ruin the wedding, to cause a big scene so no one notices when I'm gone."

"Please help me layla"

Layla was quiet, still trying to understand.

"I'll pay you," Victoria added quickly. "Forty thousand dollars. Cash. I promise. I just need you to do this for me."

Layla felt her heart skip a beat. Forty thousand dollars. That was more than enough to pay for her father's bail. More than enough to finally set him free.

Before she could answer, Layla heard a voice in the background..... a deep male voice, sharp and cold.

"Victoria, who are you talking to?"

The call cut off.....