Joyhce

Don't think you can replace her. You should remember, it was you who took Layla's place." Leonard growled, shoving the poor little girl to the cold ground. Tonight was their wedding night, but all he did was throw his newlywed wife out of the bedroom. Natasha hugged her wounded body, curled up on the cold floor. Not only in Leonard's eyes but even to everyone else, she was just the perfect substitute for her perfect sister. Poor Natasha can only be a puppet, living under her sister's burn. She is a substitute for Layla.