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
Layla wrapped her hands around the warm coffee mug, savoring the aroma of the got coffee Lucius had prepared. She took a slow sip, her lips curving into a soft smile as the rich flavor spread across her palate. "I feel refreshed," she murmured, setting the mug down momentarily to lean toward Lucius.
Her lips met his in a tender kiss, and Lucius instinctively cradled her neck with one hand, while his other hand rested on the countertop for support. He deepened the kiss before pulling away just enough to gaze into her eyes.
"I can't seem to find any maids around today. Even Sarah is missing," Layla remarked, glancing around the unusually quiet kitchen.
"I gave them the day off," Lucius replied casually, sliding his hands into his pockets.
He picked up his own coffee mug and tilted his head to study her. "Are you sure you don't want breakfast? I could whip up some pancakes for us," he offered.