Chapter 2: Lucius De Salvo
And just like that, Layla's fate was sealed. She was forced into a marriage arranged by her family, her protests ignored, her heart broken from the betrayal she got from Roderick, the man she thought loved her.
What worst came in her life was marrying an old, baldy man who had multiple relationships as per Orabela. The last night she continued crying and begging her father outside his study room not to marry her off like that.
The most heartbreaking part was that her mother never once came to check on her. Even she found her as a burden. Layla didn't have greed of money or fame. She was ready to live away from this family, but they weren't either ready for this.
Standing on the wedding aisle, dressed in white gown and holding a bouquet, Layla's knuckles turned white as she squeezed the flowers tightly while waiting for her groom.
Lucius De Salvo was not an ordinary and kind man. He was the most terrifying man alive on the earth. People would even fear to take the name of this man.
And she would have to share her entire life with Lucius, an old man!
The worst nightmare that anyone could ever have.
She wanted to run away and hide somewhere far, but even the thought of being caught by Lucius sent shivers in her body. Yesterday when she told this to her father, his words were simple.
'Try running away and he will kill you the moment he finds you.'
'Then, why are you marrying me off to him? He is 36, Dad while I'm just 22. You are asking me to marry an old man, Dad,' Layla asked her father while reminding of the age gap between them.
'Because that's what Lucius wants. He wants to marry you,' Darius said. 'He is an influential man in the country and we can't ignore the order from him. You've done nothing good for this family, at least, do this job properly.'