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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

Varya took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the lingering droplets of water from Roger's face before lowering her hand.

"You should go home," she advised, her gaze flickering to his half-drenched shirt beneath the coat. "It's cold, and walking around like this will only make you sick."

Roger, however, shook his head. "I'll drop you at your hotel first."

"No," Varya refused firmly. "I'll book a cab. Don't worry about me."

Roger exhaled, reluctant to leave her alone, but he knew better than to argue with her when she had made up her mind.

A brief silence followed before Varya fully turned to him, with her arms crossed. "Is something going on between you and Sylvia?"

Roger's expression darkened slightly, but he shook his head. "Nothing is going on," he replied simply. "She just... likes to do that."

A terrible idea