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
A low groan
In the evening, Layla slipped into the white dress Lucius had chosen for her—a knee-length, sleeveless gown with a delicate bow at the back. She smoothed her hands over the soft fabric, admiring the way it clung to her figure.
"It really is beautiful," she murmured to herself, catching her reflection in the mirror.
After brushing her hair one last time, Layla stepped into her heels and left the room, her heart fluttering as she approached where Lucius was waiting.
He stood with his back to her, dressed impeccably in a blue t-shirt with a white trousers.
There was something about the way he carried himself—his confident posture, the quiet power he exuded—that always made Layla's pulse quicken.
For a moment, she simply stood there, admiring him in silence, feeling a familiar warmth stir in her chest. Her gaze lingered on the strong lines of his back, and before she knew it, her feet were moving.