~LAYLA~
Axel's firm hand wrapped around mine as he pulled me up from the floor, holding me as if I were fragile.
I staggered to my feet, leaning slightly against him. In that position, I could feel the anger in him. He was practically vibrating, and the hall could feel it as well judging from the way everyone quieted down. Still, he looked calm.
His eyes swept across every face in the hall: my parents, Cassandra, Daniel, the reporters, and the guests before he spoke. "Who," Axel asked slowly, "was responsible for hurting my wife?"
No one said a word. The whole place was so quiet you'd think it was a burial ground. Of course, Axel was here, and suddenly, no one could develop a spine.
Charles was the first to speak up. He straightened his posture, held his chin high, and didn't look intimidated at all. "I am. I am her father, and I have every right to reprimand my daughter when she brings shame to this family. She only got what she deserved."
