Page 1 of Secret Baby for my Off-Limits Fiancé

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LAYLA

Tonightismynight.A celebration for the upcoming launch of my new fashion line, a dream I’ve labored to bring to life.

I step out of the cab into the pulsing heart of Milan, where distant music and laughter blend with the city’s electric energy.

Yet even amid the vibrant chaos of the nightlife, a nagging tension tugs at me. I can’t let go of the looming deadlines, the designs that demand perfection.

Giana links her arm through mine. Her eyes sparkle under the neon glow. “Layla, you’ve got to relax tonight. No thinking about all the work still waiting for you. Just have fun, promise?”

As I’m torn between ambition and the promise of a break, for a split second, my gaze drifts to my phone, where an unsent email about a final design still glows. “Just one more email…”

Giana laughs, snatching the device away. “Tonight’s about you, not your work.”

I offer her a playful glare before tucking the phone away. Taking a deep breath, I decide that for one night, I’ll let go.

Inside the club, the steady bass and swirling lights ease my worries. The place teems with energy, a living tapestry of laughter, movement, and sound that makes thoughts of deadlines fade away.

I lean toward Giana as we maneuver through the crowd. “This place is crazy.”

She gives me a conspiratorial smile. “That’s how you know it’s the spot.”

We settle near the bar, and Giana points discreetly toward a small group. “See that guy? That’s Valentino Marchetti.”

I follow her gaze to a tall, striking man with a chiseled jaw and dark, enigmatic eyes.

Instantly, my pulse quickens.

Valentino is infamous in Milan, a notorious playboy whose charm hides as many secrets as his reputation.

“Layla, you are definitely staring.”

I look away, but not before I catch the faintest smirk on his face.

“Just admiring the view.” I laugh, though inside I’m both curious and cautious.

As the night deepens, I try to forget about work and embrace the celebration. Still, every time I glance his way, that magnetic pull grows stronger.

I excuse myself for a drink, and at the bar, a cool glass of champagne offers a brief respite.

Then, someone steps behind me.

I turn.

Valentino stands just a few inches away, his eyes locked onto mine with a mix of amusement and concern. “Not enjoying the party?”

“Just needed a break.” I struggle to keep my voice steady despite the electric heat of his gaze.

He offers a small, knowing smile. “A woman like you shouldn’t be alone.”

I chuckle. “I can handle myself.”

The intensity in his eyes makes me wonder whether that is true if I were to be left alone with just him.

After a pause, he signals the bartender for another round.

When our glasses clink in a quiet toast, he winks. “To a night out and meeting gorgeous strangers.”

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