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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.

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"Aren't we getting off the bed?" Layla asked.

"It's weekend. We can stay in the bed till noon," Lucius murmured against her skin, his face burying in her neck while his lips would pepper soft kisses there.

"It's already past nine in the morning. How much long can we stay in the bed like this?" she complained and turned her slightly.

"You are right. Then, let's make love," Lucius suggested with a playful grin and pulled the duvet over them. Before Layla could protest, his lips found hers, soft and teasing.

Their laughter mingled with the kisses, light and carefree, as Lucius hovered completely over her. The duvet slipped off his back, forgotten as the warmth between them took precedence.

"What happened to you this morning?" Layla asked between giggles, her arms wrapping naturally around his neck. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she pulled him closer, pressing her lips against his in a slow, lingering kiss.

The playful kisses