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Ninety-Five
Layla staggered back, her hand flying to her cheek in shock. The expression of indignation on her face quickly turned to one of fury. "You dare lay a hand on me, you b***h!?" she seethed, her voice trembling with rage. But before Layla could retaliate, a sudden movement caught Donovan's eye. In her fury, Layla had stepped back too far and tripped over a loose rug, stumbling backward and colliding with the corner of a nearby table. The impact was enough to knock the wind out of her, and she let out a sharp cry of pain as her stomach collided with the unforgiving edge. Donovan and Aurora rushed to her in concern and confusion, while Aurora lay clutching her stomach, her body shaking with sobs due to the presumed pain. But had they looked closer they would've noticed the satisfied smirk on
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