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
That trust and affection
As soon as Layla stepped out of the hospital's main door, she found her path blocked by Roderick. Her expression hardened as she turned to her mother. "You go ahead, Mom," she said softly before stepping aside to face him.
"I thought I made myself clear—don't bother me like this," Layla snapped with an unwavering glare.
Roderick smirked, unfazed by her hostility. "Don't you think you let the wrong person stay behind with your husband?" he asked, his tone dripping with insinuation.
"I trust your mother more," Layla replied curtly.
Roderick chuckled darkly, his gaze steady on her. "I shouldn't be saying this, but my mother always wanted to marry my uncle. The only reason it didn't happen is that he never entertained her advances."
"I know," Layla retorted, her voice cold and unyielding. "You don't need to tell me."
"Yet, you still allowed—"