UNEXPECTEDLY THE BILLIONAIRE'S WIFE

Everyone in the church gasped, their mouths falling open in utter shock at what Layla had just done.

"She slapped him!" people whispered, their voices low but sharp with disbelief.

Layla had delivered the slap with all the force of her frustration, and it showed. The groom staggered backward, his face frozen, a mixture of pain, shock, and humiliation washing over him all at once. His family, still stunned, rushed to his side, crowding around to check if he was alright, their concern as loud as their confusion.

But for Layla, this was her cue.

She glanced at Victoria, standing at the altar, her lips curling into the faintest, satisfied smile a smile hidden behind the perfect mask of an abandoned bride. Victoria's half-smirk told Layla exactly what she needed to know: the plan was working, and now was the perfect moment to slip away.

Taking full advantage of the chaos, Layla carefully backed out of the spotlight, moving toward the church doors like a shadow.. quiet, subtle, unnoticed. Just like that, she vanished from the scene, giving everyone the perfect picture of a heartbroken, betrayed, pregnant woman walking away from it all.

The second she stepped outside, her pace shifted from calm to quick, and then from quick to a full sprint. She half expected someone to shout or call for security, but the church doors remained shut behind her, and the city air felt like freedom.

Down the street, just past the iron gates, Layla caught sight of Victoria slipping into a sleek black car, one that had been waiting at the curb all along. Behind the wheel sat Oliver, Victoria's secret boyfriend, engine running and ready to go. Victoria slid into the passenger seat, the door clicking shut just as the car peeled away from the church.

Not wasting a second, Layla raised her hand and flagged down the first taxi that came into view. As the cab pulled up, she jumped inside and gave the driver the address of the place where she and Victoria had planned to meet.

"Please, driver be fast," she urged, her voice tight with urgency.

"Yes, ma'am," the driver replied, stepping harder on the gas as the taxi sped off.

Once settled in the back seat, Layla reached up and yanked off the blonde wig that had helped disguise her, letting her long dark hair tumble down over her shoulders. She dug into her small bag and pulled out a thin jacket and a worn baseball cap, tossing the wig back into the bag before slipping into her new look the perfect way to disappear into the crowd.

As the taxi rolled down the streets, Layla leaned back into the seat, her heart still racing, but a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.

They met exactly where they'd planned: a quiet, secluded spot near Doe River. The water glimmered in the afternoon sun, peaceful and still  the perfect contrast to the storm they'd just stirred up.

Oliver stood waiting, leaning against his car as Victoria hurried over to him. The moment Layla arrived, Victoria rushed into her arms, hugging her tightly, her voice breathless with excitement.

"Thank you thank you so, so much, Layla," Victoria said, pulling back just enough to press a bundle of cash into Layla's hand. "Here - I'm giving you $45,000 instead of the $40,000 we agreed on. You were brilliant. Way more than I ever expected."

Layla's eyes lit up the moment the money touched her palm, a perfect mix of joy and relief washing over her. The extra cash was the icing on the cake, and deep down, she felt proud. She had pulled it off. Another side gig done, and done well.

Victoria turned back to Oliver, wrapping her arms around him, and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. They held each other for a moment before she glanced back at Layla, her eyes full of gratitude.

"I don't regret asking you for help. Honestly, you were amazing back there. But I still can't believe you actually slapped Julian!" Victoria half-laughed, half-scolded, shaking her head in disbelief. "That was so intense... I'm kinda worried about your soul now."

She grinned playfully, nudging Layla. "I mean, hitting someone inside the house of the Lord? That's wild."

Layla rolled her eyes, a small smile tugging at her lips.

"My soul's been damned for a while now, Vic," she replied dryly. "And this wasn't help, it was business. You paid for a service, and I delivered."

"Alright, alright whatever you say," Victoria chuckled, shaking her head. "Still... thank you. Really."

She turned to Oliver, squeezing his hand. "Let's go, babe. We need to get moving before my father sends his men after us."

Victoria paused, glancing at Layla one last time, her expression shifting into something more serious.

"Be careful, okay? Julian's family might come looking for you, especially Julian Bennett himself. They were serious about this wedding, and so is my father. Don't let them find out who you really are."

Layla waved her hand dismissively, her voice cool and calm.

"Don't worry that's the whole point of the wig and the makeup. They won't find me."

Victoria nodded, though the worry still lingered in her eyes.

"Alright, you two get going now," Layla urged. "No point wasting all this money and effort if you get caught before you even start your new life."

As Oliver and Victoria turned to leave, Layla called out one last time.

"Oh... and Vic?"

Victoria glanced back over her shoulder.

"Maybe you should hurry up and get pregnant for Oliver. Might stop your father from breaking you two up again," Layla teased, flashing her a playful wink.

Victoria laughed, shaking her head, and waved back at her friend. "Thanks again, Layla."

And with that, the couple drove off, the future wide open in front of them.

Layla flagged another taxi and headed home, the money safely tucked away in her bag. When the cab finally dropped her off near her neighborhood, she felt lighter, free. She treated herself to a hamburger and an ice-cold soda from her favorite corner shop, a small reward for a job well done.

As she sank her teeth into the burger, the world felt right. She could finally pay for her father's bail. Finally start fresh, just like they'd always wanted. The thought warmed her heart more than the burger could.

But just as she neared her apartment, her steps slowed. She stopped cold.

A black van was parked outside her building. Its dark windows and engine idling sent a chill crawling down her spine.

Her brows furrowed. "What's going on?" she whispered under her breath.

Before she could move, the van's door swung open. Two masked men jumped out.

Her heart skipped a beat.

How did they find me...?