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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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For our honeymoon

"Why are you still awake?" Lucius asked, stepping into the bedroom, his voice carrying a hint of curiosity. His eyes flickered with amusement. "Don't tell me you've been waiting for me like a devoted wife."

Layla glanced up from her spot, her lips curving into a soft, almost secretive smile. "I couldn't sleep, so I figured I'd wait for you. I have a lot to talk about," she replied, her tone gentle, though there was something in her expression that caught his attention. She then slowly got down from the bed. 

Lucius shrugged off his blazer, tossing it onto the nearby chair as he loosened his tie. "Did you have dinner?" he asked, his gaze briefly lingering on her.

Layla shook her head, the smile never quite leaving her face. "Freshen up and meet me downstairs," she said as she moved past him, but before she could leave, his hand shot out, gently gripping her wrist.