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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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"And you want me to let it go?"

The idea seemed incomprehensible to him. He had witnessed how Miriam had cut her down, how the years of mistreatment had chipped away at her spirit. To let it go was to allow the injustice to continue with Layla, and he wasn't someone who tolerated that.

Layla's lips trembled, but she pressed them into a firm line. "I don't need you to fight this battle for me," she whispered, her eyes still avoiding his. "I've survived it alone for so long. I can survive it a little longer." She was trying to be strong, to show that she didn't need anyone to defend her, even though a part of her longed for someone to stand up for her.

Lucius's gaze softened, but the storm inside him didn't subside. He hated seeing her like this—torn between her own strength and the pain others inflicted on her. "Layla," he said quietly, "you don't have to fight alone anymore. You have me."