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
"Aren't we going to see the movie?" Layla's voice broke through the silence, pulling Lucius out of his thoughts.
Startled, he lowered the photograph and looked at her, blinking as though trying to focus. "What? Oh, yes. But I thought you were busy in the garden," he said, his tone soft but distant.
"I was," Layla replied with a small smile, stepping further into the room. "But I'm free now. I want us to go out and watch a movie. In a theater. What do you think?"
She kept her voice light and inviting, hoping to draw him out of the dark cloud he seemed lost in. Beneath her cheerful demeanor, her heart ached for the man before her—the man who had once been so broken he had tried to end his life.
Lucius studied her for a moment, the faintest hint of a smile tugging at his lips. He could see the warmth in her eyes, the unspoken determination to lift his spirits.
"All right," he said at last, his voice carrying a trace of gratitude. "Let's go."