Chapter 37 Layla

• Layla
• He doesn't look like what I imagined, and he smells familiar.
• I stare at the man who stole my land—seeing him for the first time. Tristan Jackson destroyed my life when he came to New Brooks with his big checkbooks and bigger bank accounts two months ago. He bought the land my store stood on, and with the simple signing of a document, he took away my livelihood. He took away the only thing I had left, and the worst part was that he didn't even care enough to know what he did.