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
Get in the ring
Roger's phone buzzed with another message from Aiden, but before he could read it, Lucius's commanding voice echoed across the gym.
"Roger!" Lucius barked, his tone sharp and impatient.
Roger snapped to attention, forcing himself to look composed. "Yes, Boss!" he called back, even as his heart pounded in fear.
"Have a duel with me," Lucius demanded, his eyes blazing with anger.
Roger's mouth went dry. "M-me? No, Boss, I mean—" He stumbled over his words, then quickly tried to recover. "I really don't think that's a good idea. Your punches… they're lethal," he added with a nervous chuckle, swallowing hard. His gaze flickered to the side, where the professional boxer who had been sparring with Lucius moments ago was already climbing out of the ring, drenched in sweat.
As the boxer passed Roger, he leaned in and whispered with a knowing smirk, "Your boss is fired up today. Good luck," before leaving without a backward glance.