Hedieh Layla Malik

Hedieh Layla Malik

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Blonde locks, that's what she has taken from her mother, or that's what I'm told. Grey brown eyes, more of hazel with a pinch of grey and green , to show who she belongs to. Button, turn-up, defined nose showcases it's self on her face, I have yet to find a name for this kind of nose. Defined and sharp jaw, high held cheek bones, long delicate lashes shadowing her cheeks. Full plump and pouty , in addition to it the red color, definitely forms Voluptuous volume lips. This is all I know about her , no name, no age...... nothing. Well, from all the details I know , or you could say I'm told, she has her mother's hair and a bit of iris hue, rest all is the replica of me.
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Undone

Harry's hand came up slowly, his knuckles brushing her jawline with an infuriatingly gentle touch that sent shivers racing down her spine. "You know this can't be undone," he murmured, his voice rough, almost a growl. It wasn't a question; it was a warning, his way of giving her one last chance to walk away from the edge. Her lips parted, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to keep her composure. "I know," she whispered, her voice steady despite the chaos erupting inside her. "I don't care anymore." //When Amara Reed, the daughter of a feared mafia leader dares to walk away from the family empire, she finds herself caught in a web of betrayal, power, and secrets she can't outrun. Her defiance puts a target on her back, but nothing prepares her for Harry-her captor, her interrogator, and the wild card in a game she doesn't fully understand. With piercing green eyes, tattoos that tell stories he'll never share, and a devil-may-care smirk, he's both infuriatingly cocky and dangerously unpredictable. What starts as a battle of wills soon turns into something far more complicated as their sharp banter and electric tension reveal cracks in their carefully constructed walls. She's determined not to break. He's determined to uncover every secret she's hiding. But as their worlds collide, the line between captor and captive blurs, leaving them both questioning who's really in control-and what it will cost them when the truth finally comes out. In a world ruled by power, loyalty, and betrayal, how do you escape the chains of the past when the person holding the key might be the one who could destroy you?

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