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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. ~~~~~ Follow me on Instagram: rayoflight_pcy

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More eager, passionate kiss

Layla splashed cold water onto her face, letting it cascade down as she steadied herself against the sink. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she couldn't shake the turmoil stirring inside her.

Why did she feel this way about Miriam? She was part of the same treacherous family. Was it because Miriam had the decency to admit that Orabela's actions were wrong? Layla's thoughts lingered on Miriam's sudden collapse after learning of Orabela's deeds, a detail that unsettled her deeply.

Stepping out of the washroom, Layla was met with Lucius's steady gaze. He had clearly been waiting for her.

Without a word, he retrieved a small towel from the cupboard and approached her. Gently, he dabbed the cloth over her damp face, his touch tender yet purposeful.

"You don't seem well," he said quietly, his eyes searching hers. "Is it because Orabela's mother fainted after hearing what Orabela did?"