Love Dies When He Saves Her

Synopsis

The day Layla Lane agreed to remarry him, Charles Sterling was so moved that he swore on the spot. "Layla, I promise I'll never let you down again. I'll make you the happiest woman in the world." And he really did. After they got back together, gifts of jewelry poured into her bedroom, and the villa was overflowing with her favorite red roses. Every move she made pulled at his heartstrings. As Layla finally let go of her past and agreed to have a child with him, Olivia Grant, the mistress who once tore them apart, showed up again, in a mess and looking utterly defeated. At the party, Olivia served drinks to the guests in the most humiliating way. The overbearing attitude and arrogance she used to flaunt had vanished, replaced by a humble and timid demeanor. She was like a completely different person. Someone recognized her and said, "Hey, isn't that Ms. Grant? Am I seeing things? Why is Ms. Grant here, acting as a hostess?" Olivia shook her head and mumbled, "I'm selling drinks, not entertaining guests." The man yanked Olivia onto the sofa and smacked her across the face in disdain, sneering, "Remember a few years ago when I confessed to you, and you slapped me, saying I was out of your league? Well, look at you now." Then he started ripping her clothes off. "Tonight, I'll finally try you." Olivia screamed and lunged into Charles's arms, begging him, "Charles, please save me." Her clothes were barely hanging on, exposing large swathes of delicate skin as she shivered in Charles's arms. Hardly anyone knew that two families feuding for a hundred years could end up with a pair of lovers. The man stood up and mocked her, "Olivia, Mr. Sterling is the one who bankrupted your family. He despises your family more than anyone. And you're begging him for help? Are you crazy?" With a loud crash, a wine bottle exploded on his head. Charles took off his jacket and draped it over Olivia, then scooped her up in his arms and headed for the door. Layla suddenly stood up. "Charles, is this really what you want?" Charles froze, then turned to her. "Honey, I love you. Please don't force me to choose. I'll explain everything when we get home." As she watched him walk away, tears rolled down Layla's cheeks. She forced herself to look up, thinking, 'So, it was never going to work out after all.'