Thriller Is money, sex and revenge such things that makes humans animals ?

[Naruto411]

### A Dangerous Game

Layla sat beneath Rashid's desk, her heart racing as she prepared to execute her role flawlessly. The morning sun poured through the office windows, casting a warm glow on everything in sight. She could hear the soft hum of office chatter outside, but her focus was solely on Rashid.

“Layla,” he began, breaking the silence. “I’ve been thinking about what you said yesterday regarding marriage. You really opened my eyes. I appreciate your honesty.”

She looked up at him, feigning innocence, her heart pounding as she considered his words.

“I’ve decided that I’ll treat you as my plaything,” he continued, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “I mean, it’s not like I didn’t before, but I think I’ll lean into it more. It’s quite intriguing, isn’t it? Fooling Zainab with my affections at home while keeping you as my secret in the office—it’s like a game of hide and seek. We’ll have to be bolder in the future.”

### An Unspoken Understanding

Layla felt a mixture of contempt and amusement bubbling within her. This man had no idea how blind he was. She smiled sweetly, nodding as he continued.

“Just remember, don’t let the fire die,” he advised, leaning back in his chair, the casual confidence radiating from him. “I can’t have you getting complacent like Zainab did. And make sure to take precautions. I can’t have you getting pregnant, alright?”

At that moment, Layla couldn’t help but let out a silent laugh in her mind. Rashid was utterly oblivious to the truth, unaware that it was Zainab and Imran who had orchestrated this entire situation, turning her into a plaything for him. It was ironic, really—the very people who had manipulated her life were now the ones controlling Rashid’s desires, pushing him to treat her as a mere object.

### A Bitter Truth

As she leaned back into her role, an unsettling thought crossed her mind. Rashid’s warnings about pregnancy were meaningless; the reality was far darker. Imran had ensured that she could never conceive again, having removed her uterus after the birth of her son.

The procedure had been brutal, a calculated move to eliminate any chance of Layla creating new life—new life that could call her “mother.” She was now tethered to her past, holding on to the hope that one day she could reunite with the son Imran had taken from her.

In the twisted web of relationships, she was left with nothing but the pain of longing, her heart aching for a child she could no longer bear. Instead of a future filled with the laughter of new children, all she had was the memory of her son, the only remaining link to the life she once dreamed of.

### Playing the Part

Returning to the moment, Layla put on a sultry smile, leaning closer to Rashid as she played her part. “I promise I’ll keep the fire alive,” she purred, her voice low and inviting.

Rashid grinned, clearly pleased. “That’s what I like to hear. Let’s keep this between us, our little secret.”

As the day continued, Layla navigated her interactions with Rashid, keeping up the pretense of being his willing accomplice while hiding the turmoil that raged within her. Each moment spent with him was a reminder of the chains that bound her—chains forged by Imran and Zainab’s ambitions, turning her into a pet, a plaything in a cruel game.

But even in the depths of her despair, she clung to the hope that one day, she would reclaim her life and be reunited with the child who was the only light in her darkened world. For now, she would play her part, carefully balancing the facade with the painful reality, biding her time until she could break free from the grasp of the puppeteers who held her strings.