Chapter 3: chapter 3

---And thus began the fall of a supermodel… But from the looks of it, Inaya’s story was far from over.  —  In all honesty, Inaya had never considered herself particularly brave—yet here she was, married to a stranger. What was done was done, she would never regret her decision.She returned to her car, gripping the steering wheel as she let out a slow breath. Just as she was about to start the engine, her phone rang. Neil.  She stared at the screen for a second before answering. "Hello?"  "Inaya… where are you right now?"  His voice still held the same arrogance as always."In front of the Civil Affairs Office," she replied casually, masking her emotions. "I was just about to head home."  "Good. Listen, Layla has a very important show tonight. I need you to substitute for her immediately," Neil ordered as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "I’ve already arranged for the makeup artist to give you a mask—no one will know it’s you. Since layla is injured, you will have to suffer a little..."  Inaya clenched the phone tighter. Still the same old Neil. "Didn’t you say Miss Joshi was injured on stage?" she asked, her tone neutral. "If that’s the case, the media must already know she’s in the hospital."  Neil let out a short, dismissive chuckle. "But, I have already asked someone to let it slip that she’ll still be attending despite her injuries. Now stop questioning me and just go."  Shameless. For years, she had played along with his games—covering for Layla, sacrificing her own career, and being used like a disposable pawn.  Never again.  Yet, instead of snapping, Inaya forced herself to remain calm. She nodded as if unaffected. "Alright, let me know the time and address. I’ll be there.""Good. Inaya, we’re about to get married. Just help Layla out this once. Her career is taking off, and a little push from you will go a long way."  A slow smirk formed on Inaya’s lips. "Oh, don’t worry, Neil. I’ll give her the push she deserves." Inayaresponded with a hidden meaning.  "That’s my girl. I’ll see you for dinner later."  Neil had no idea the tables had turned. Right now, he was probably sitting at Layla’s bedside, stroking her hair, whispering sweet promises… all while believing she was still under his thumb.  Fool.  She hung up the call and immediately dialed her manager, Yashvi Shah. The moment she picked up, her voice exploded with frustration.  "Are you kidding me?! Neil wants you to fill in for that B-grade model? The audacity!"  Inaya let out a small laugh. "Yashvi, I already agreed." Her manager was about to spew blood in disbelief. Inaya and Layla were both models signed under Nova Entertainment, but because of Inaya’s decision to retreat, her manager was dragged down with her and ridiculed. Silence.  Then, an exasperated sigh. "Why do you still let them push you around? If you hadn’t stepped back, Layla wouldn’t even survive in this industry!" Inaya knew her manager wanted to stick up for her injustice. Inaya’s expression hardened. "Trust me, I 1 let them use me again."  After hearing those words from Inaya, Yashvi paused. Then, her manager’s face lit up, slow realization crept into her tone. "Wait… do you have a plan?"  Inaya’s voice softened slightly. "From now on, you’re the only one I can trust. Will you help A beat passed before Yashvi’s tone turned firm. Her manager was loyal to her. After all, they shared the same objective,"Speak. I’m all in."  The game had just begun.---If you like this story, then definitely support it by stickers , i will get motivation, to writeThanku ️❤️🙏🙏Written By –✍ @shri❤️😘So, how is this??Tell me in the comment sectionI will update you soon about the next part..!!Till then, stay tuned and miss me..!!😜#keep reading#keep loving#❤️❤️