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
Lucius admired his wife's serene beauty as she lay in a deep slumber. His heart swelled with affection, and a silent vow echoed in his mind. 'I want to be yours in every lifetime. The connection we share goes beyond words. I won't let my past cast shadows over your happiness. I promise.'
He delicately brushed a few strands of hair from her face, his fingers trailing softly before his hand rested on her cheek.
Layla's eyes showed movement as she stirred awake from her sleep. She blinked a few times before focusing on Lucius. "Umm... Lucius," she murmured sleepily, shifting closer to him as if drawn by the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. "Good morning."
Lucius leaned in and pressed a tender kiss on her forehead. "Good morning, my wife," he whispered, his voice filled with warmth.
Her lips curved into a soft smile. "What time is it?" she asked, her voice still laced with sleep.
Lucius glanced over at the wall clock. "It's 10 a.m.," he said casually.