Love is Just a Number - Episode 14
09-11-25 (05:22)
Episode 14: Confrontations and Whispers
Moana POV
I could no longer evade the inevitable.
Layla was a looming and persistent presence in my life, a constant and painful reminder of Shary's divided loyalties and the inherent fragility of my own hard-won happiness. I had to confront her head-on, to demand a comprehensive explanation for her destructive actions, and to assert my unwavering claim on Shary's conflicted heart. I needed to understand the source of her fascination with him, the driving force behind her relentless pursuit. I had to decipher what she saw in him, what qualities she so desperately coveted. Only then could I begin to comprehend what he saw in her, what drew him to the darkness that seemed to perpetually surround her.
I had always been a fervent believer in the power of diplomacy, in finding common ground and resolving conflicts through peaceful negotiation. But with someone like Layla, I knew that such conciliatory methods would be utterly futile. She was a force of nature, a whirlwind of ambition and unbridled power, seemingly unburdened by sentimentality or remorse. The only way to effectively deal with her was to stand my ground, to meet her unwavering gaze with a strength that mirrored her own, to refuse to be intimidated by her carefully cultivated aura of superiority. I could feel the familiar heat of righteous rage building within me, threatening to erupt like a dormant volcano. I started running towards her, my feet pounding against the cobblestone street. I had to catch her, I had to force her to listen. I had to make her understand the immense pain and suffering she was inflicting on everyone around her.
But beneath the surface of my anger, a deep-seated fear continued to gnaw at me. I knew that confronting Layla could potentially put me in grave danger. I could be risking my life, stepping into a conflict I wasn’t prepared for. Was Shary worth such a sacrifice? Was our love strong enough to withstand this immense pressure, to overcome this seemingly insurmountable obstacle? I honestly didn't know anymore. I was adrift in a sea of doubt and uncertainty, questioning everything I had ever believed in. I couldn't be sure if what I was doing was right or wrong anymore.
Despite my fear, I pressed forward, my breath coming in ragged gasps, determined to close the distance between us and finally put an end to this escalating madness. I can't do this anymore. The constant stress and emotional turmoil were taking their toll.
I didn't want to hurt anyone, I didn't want to fight, I simply wanted peace and love to prevail. But maybe that was too much to ask for in this cruel and unforgiving world.
Layla POV
Moana’s presence was a persistent and unwelcome irritation, like a pesky buzzing fly that I couldn’t seem to swat away. She was a potent symbol of Shary's past, a sentimental attachment that threatened to undermine my meticulously crafted plans for the future. I needed to effectively eliminate her influence, to sever the emotional and psychological ties that bound him to her, thus clearing the path for our inevitable ascent to power. But, despite what others might believe, I couldn’t simply bring myself to kill her. I wasn't that kind of monster. I might often play the role of the villain, but deep down, I still clung to a vestige of morality, a faint flicker of humanity in the darkness. Or, at least, I desperately tried to.
I had to admit, I harbored a certain reluctant admiration for her unwavering strength and resolve. She was fiercely independent, fiercely loyal, and undeniably courageous. And she undeniably loved Shary with every fiber of her being. I just wished she wasn't standing directly in my way. I just wished she would quietly disappear from the equation, making things infinitely simpler for everyone involved.
As Moana came closer, I was starting to feel a pang of something that resembled guilt. I knew that what I was doing was wrong, that I was causing immense pain to innocent people. I shouldn't have started any of this. I was lost in the intricacies of my own manipulations, blinded by my ambition. I thought I was acting in Shary's best interest, helping him to unlock his hidden potential and ascend to greatness. But maybe I was completely wrong. Maybe I was just being selfish, driven by my own desires and insecurities. Maybe I just wanted him for myself, regardless of the consequences.
I watched as Moana ran towards me, her face a mask of barely suppressed anger and fierce determination. I knew that this confrontation was unavoidable. The tension between us had been building for weeks, reaching a point where' it could no longer be contained. I just didn't know what to say, how to explain my actions without sounding completely heartless and self-serving. I didn't know how to make her understand the complex motivations that drove me, the desperate need for control and the fear of vulnerability that haunted my every waking moment. Don't forget to leave a Comment 
