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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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"What? Really?" Demitri was quite bewildered, realizing at the same time, how small the world could be.

"Yes. Why?" Nora turned a bit confused.

"It's the company where I work too," Demitri replied with a smile. "I can't believe you also got a job there. So, will you stop working part-time? And does Mr. Morelli know that you've debts on you," he asked, showing his genuine concern.

The waiter arrived with their orders and asked them to enjoy themselves after setting the dishes on the table.

"Since the pay is far more than I had expected, I will leave those part-time jobs," Nora replied.

"That's great. Let's begin eating then," Demitri stated. It was a light breakfast– a croissant and a coffee.

"Grandma will scold me. Maybe you can treat me next time if we meet each other," Demitri remarked, not letting her pay the bills. Shortly, they both made their way out.

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