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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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Not leaving this bed

"Good morning," Layla replied, surprised to see him already in a bathrobe.

"I used the other washroom," Lucius explained, extending his hand to her. When Layla took it, he drew her close, pressing her gently against him. His nose brushed against her cheek in a slow, affectionate gesture.

Layla closed her eyes, biting her lip as the warmth of his body enveloped her, a growing comfort in his embrace that hadn't been there before.

Lucius noticed her relaxation, sensing the shift in her ease around him. Grazing his lips along her jawline, he left a trail of tender kisses before moving down to her neck.

"It's a pleasure to start the morning like this," he murmured against her skin, his voice hushed and intimate. His hands wandered gently along her back, soothing her with each soft caress.

Layla felt her nerves melt away under his touch, letting herself savor the tenderness of the moment.