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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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Ivy reluctantly pulled away first, lifting her gaze to meet his. Her eyes fluttered shut for a brief moment as his fingers grazed her cheek, tenderly tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"You should get some sleep," Roderick murmured as he withdrew his hand.

Ivy offered a faint hum in response, her lips curving in a subtle, bittersweet smile. Turning on her heels, she disappeared into the bedroom, leaving him behind. Closing the door gently, she leaned against it, her chest rising and falling as if trying to steady her thoughts.

The room was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting faint shadows on the walls. Her gaze wandered across the space before she pushed herself away from the door and made her way to the washroom.

The sound of running water filled the silence as she freshened up, splashing cool water over her face in an attempt to silence the flutter in her chest.

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