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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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Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle

"It would be good if you stayed for lunch," Lucius suggested warmly, his tone carrying a subtle hint of persuasion as he walked alongside Roderick toward the door.

"Perhaps another time, Uncle," Roderick replied politely but firmly, his lips curving into a faint smile. "Staying here would feel...awkward for me," he admitted after a moment, his voice tinged with hesitation. "I'll see you on Monday, then."

Lucius gave a small nod, understanding his nephew's reluctance. "Alright. I'll see you out," he said.

Roderick nodded in response, and together, they moved toward the exit. As they crossed the living room, Roderick's gaze landed on Sylvia.

The sight of her standing there caught him off guard, a flicker of confusion flashing across his face. What was she doing here? His thoughts raced, wondering if things between Lucius and Sylvia had somehow taken a positive turn.

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