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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

"I am Alekis De Salvo's son," Lucius said, fixing his gaze at Tsar.

Luca was shocked to learn that Lucius was Vladimir's son. As per his knowledge, Vladimir had only one son, Tsar Romanov.

"Tell me why did you kill Matteo? Why him?" Lucius asked him.

"I will never tell you the truth," Tsar spat, refusing to utter a single word about Matteo's death.

Lucius's jaw tightened, his patience wearing dangerously thin. His eyes burned with barely contained rage as he stepped closer. "You enjoyed killing him, didn't you?" he demanded with a cold gaze.

A twisted smile spread across Tsar's lips. "Yes," he admitted without hesitation. "His eyes were begging me to spare him. Matteo didn't want us to know about you. If that fucker had just told me you were my brother, he'd still be alive." He tilted his head, gauging Lucius's reaction, reveling in the pain flashing across his face.

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