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
More than ten years
After dinner, Layla carefully ensured that Lucius was settled for the night, tucking him in with gentle care. But in the midnight, Lucius woke abruptly, his mind too restless to stay asleep.
He sat up in bed, the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains casting soft shadows across the room.
Reaching for his phone on the bedside table, he let out a sigh before slipping out from under the duvet. His bare feet touched the cool floor as he made his way to the balcony, drawn by an unspoken yearning.
Stepping outside, he was greeted by the cold night air and the vast expanse of the estate stretched out before him, bathed in silvery moonlight. It had been years—more than ten years—since he last stood here. This balcony, once his comfort place, now felt both familiar and distant, like a faded memory brought back to life.