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
Eliciting soft moans
After gently setting Layla down on her feet, Lucius turned to close the door behind them. She headed straight to the washroom, grabbing her toothbrush. Moments later, Lucius followed, taking his place beside her at the sink and picked up his own toothbrush.
As they brushed in silence, their eyes met in the mirror. Layla felt a spark run through her as Lucius's intense gaze seemed to pierce right through her. Her cheeks warmed, and she quickly rinsed her mouth. "You finish up," she said softly, breaking the moment and slipping out of the washroom.
When Lucius stepped into the bedroom moments later and his breath caught in his throat. Layla stood in front of the dresser, her reflection framed by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. She wore a delicate satin nightgown that clung to her figure, its fabric shimmering slightly with her every movement.
"Layla," Lucius said, his voice low, "what are you trying to do?"