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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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When Lucius suddenly let go of her breasts, Layla didn't know what to expect next. His lips crashed against hers with fervor, and she reciprocated with equal passion, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Layla was now more comfortable with his touch, having accepted him fully, both physically and emotionally. She wasn't sure when this shift had happened, but she liked it, relishing in the warmth of this newfound intimacy.

"Let's get rid of this dress," he whispered against her lips, giving her earlobe a teasing bite.

"Are we going to do it?" she asked softly while catching her breath .

"Don't you want to?" He met her gaze, his eyes darkened with desire.

"No. I want to," she affirmed, her hands caressing his arms gently. "I don't want to stop myself from becoming yours."