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
The pain you're holding
The next morning, Layla jolted awake, her sleep shattered by the same haunting nightmare that had plagued her repeatedly.
In it, Orabela had shoved her into the water, watching coldly as she struggled, helplessly sinking beneath the surface. The vivid image lingered in her mind as she sat up abruptly, placing a shaky hand on her forehead, her fingers gripping her hair tightly.
Her breaths came in deep, uneven gasps as she tried to shake off the lingering fear.
"Why am I having this nightmare again?" she murmured, frustration lacing her voice as she glanced down at herself.
Slowly, memories from the previous night began to resurface, flooding her thoughts. A deep blush crept onto her cheeks as images of their intimate moments filled her mind—every touch, every kiss, the pleasure that had consumed her. However, the last step was still missing. A call came and after that, Lucius left somewhere.