Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle
Born into one of the wealthiest families in the country, Layla Rosenzweig's true identity is taken away at the time of her birth by the mistress of her father. She is forced to live as the illegitimate daughter of the Rosenzweig Family. Everyone treats her no less than an outsider in her own house. "This is mine. That is mine. In fact, everything is mine," Layla's half-sister told her. Everything that belonged to Layla is given to her half-sister, including her boyfriend. Then, she is forced to marry her ex-boyfriend's ruthless uncle, Lucius De Salvo, the most terrifying man in the country. Lucius De Salvo is known for his ruthless ways to get his work done. His name is enough to terrify people. It is said that he is a man devoid of emotions. He will find pleasure in people's pain and misery. He loves to torment those who come under his radar. But why is he so lovely to Layla? Or is it just a pretense? "Are you ready for the wedding night, Darling?" Lucius asked. “I've desired you for a long time.” “What?” Layla was shocked. “Why would you?” “Because you are Layla Rosenzweig. The woman I like.” With that, he captured her mouth for a passionate kiss. ~~~~~ Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy
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The next morning, as sunlight filtered through the curtains, Layla stirred awake, only to find Lucius lying beside her, sleeping peacefully. A soft smile curved her lips as she leaned forward, brushing a tender kiss on his cheek.
But as her gaze shifted downward, she noticed she was wearing a delicate nightdress.
"Did he make me wear that?" she whispered to herself, her cheeks warming at the thought. Her heart fluttered as she realized how considerate Lucius had been, his actions speaking volumes about the care he held for her.
Careful not to disturb him, Layla slipped out of bed and padded quietly to the bathroom. It was the weekend, and she wanted him to rest a little longer. After freshening up, she returned to the room, her damp hair clinging to her shoulders. She paused in the doorway as her eyes met his—Lucius was awake, propped up against the headboard, his blue eyes heavy with fatigue.