Layla's POV

That name—Klein. When the young man uttered it, a strange chill ripples through me, a mixture of disbelief and dread tangled with a faint thread of inevitability. Fate, I realize, has a cruel way of threading its web through my life, no matter how hard I try to untangle myself.

Fate. It always comes back to fate.

It feels like a relentless shadow, stalking me through every painful chapter. When he said the name of his company, a cold ...