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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. ~~~~~ **Cover Is Mine** Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy

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A Barbeque (2)

"Layla, is the meat ready? Grilled to perfection?" Fiona asked as she approached with a curious glance, the faint aroma of roasted spices drawing her in.

"Yes, it's done," Layla replied, her voice calm and assured. She carefully transferred the sizzling, golden-brown cuts of meat onto a platter, the juices glistening under the soft evening light.

Nearby, Lucius stepped back, his presence momentarily retreating to give the ladies space to converse, though his sharp gaze fixed on Layla.

"Lucius, take a seat. There's no need to hover," Fiona said, her tone light but insistent as she gestured toward the dining table.

With a low hum of acknowledgment, Lucius moved to the chair beside his father and settled down, his movements deliberate and composed.