Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 120

Chapter 120: Under your shadow Chapter 120: Under your shadow Layla hugged Lucius, who was ready to leave to Spain.

She clung to him, as though her hold alone could somehow keep him from leaving.

Lucius wrapped his arms warmly around her, his hands stroking her back in a comforting rhythm as they shared the embrace, neither wanting to be the first to let go.

When they finally pulled apart, Lucius cupped her face, his thumb brushing gently across her cheek, his gaze soft but intense as he searched her eyes.

Without a word, he leaned down and captured her lips in a deep, lingering kiss.

Layla melted into it, her hands sliding up to rest against his chest as she leaned into him, the world around them fading away until there was nothing but the closeness they shared.

The kiss deepened, and they found themselves lost in each other, reluctant to break this connection.

But then, Layla was the first to gently pull away, her breathing unsteady as she whispered, “It’s time for you to leave.” Her eyes held his, the intensity of her gaze locking onto his piercing blue ones, both unwilling to break the moment.

Lucius sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face.

“Hmm.

Take care of yourself,” he murmured before planting a soft kiss on the middle of her forehead.

“I’ll return soon.

And remember, if you go out, take Aiden with you.

I know you’re strong, but protection is important too.” Layla managed a small smile, nodding reassuringly.

“I’ll go with Aiden whenever I leave.

Don’t worry.

I won’t keep you in concern about me,” she promised, her hands resting on his shoulders.

She leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek, her warmth lingering on his skin and making him smile.

Lucius hesitated, his hand slipping from her cheek as he slowly stepped back, as though reluctant to sever the connection.

Finally, he turned and made his way toward the waiting chopper.

Layla’s heart tightened as she watched him climb aboard, pausing to look back at her one last time, giving a gentle wave before the door slid shut.

She raised her hand, waving back, her gaze following him through the window.

She kept watching as the chopper’s blades began to spin, creating a gust that tousled her hair, lifting her dress slightly.

She stood rooted to the spot, waving until the chopper rose into the air and became a distant dot against the sky, eventually disappearing from her sight.

“Madam, shall we leave?” Aiden’s voice cut through Layla’s thoughts, bringing her back to the present.

“Yes,” she replied, moving toward the black limousine waiting nearby.

She slipped into the backseat, and Aiden closed the door behind her before taking his place in the passenger seat.

As the car began to move smoothly down the road, Aiden glanced back.

“I spoke with the Head Official of the Central Prison,” he informed her.

“Your father arranged a private meeting with Seraphina.” Layla’s gaze hardened.

“Then, let’s head there.

I want to hear what Seraphina has to say for herself,” she replied though there was a hint of bitterness beneath it.

“Understood.” Aiden nodded, relaying instructions to the driver, who adjusted course toward the central prison.

Upon arrival at the prison, the Head Official was ready and waiting.

Without hesitation, he led them to the private meeting room.

Layla wasn’t surprised-Lucius’s influence had undoubtedly made all necessary arrangements before his departure.

Layla paused outside the door, her hand tightening on the doorknob as Seraphina’s venomous words drifted through, each one dripping with twisted satisfaction.

Seraphina sounded almost proud of how she had manipulated and destroyed lives, her tone laced with contempt as she recounted how she had orchestrated Miriam’s suffering, forcing her to unknowingly despise her own child.

Layla’s chest tightened; anger and betrayal surged within her.

How could someone be so cold, so callous?

Unable to listen any longer, she swung the door open and strode into the room.

Seraphina’s smug expression froze as Layla approached, and before she could react, Layla’s hand cracked across her face, the sharp slap echoing in the room.

Seraphina staggered, one hand flying to her cheek in shock.

Darius rose abruptly from his seat, his eyes widening as he took in his daughter’s unexpected presence.

“Layla…” he began, but Layla’s attention was fully on Seraphina, her gaze icy and unrelenting.

“This,” Layla spat, her voice filled with years of pent-up hurt, “is for keeping me under your shadow, for making me believe I was lesser, for every day you made me feel unworthy of love and acceptance.” Seraphina’s initial shock gave way to fury.

She shot a glare at Layla, her hands clenched, a dangerous glint in her eyes as she stepped forward, prepared to lash out.

But before she could, Aiden moved swiftly, positioning himself between them and firmly shoving Seraphina back.

She stumbled, falling to the cold floor, her face twisted in anger and humiliation.

“Let go of me!” Seraphina shrieked, struggling against Aiden’s firm grip.

“Is this how you treat your elders?” she sneered, her voice filled with spite.

“Enough!” Layla’s voice sliced through the air, silencing Seraphina’s tirade.

She took a step closer, her gaze piercing, every word weighted with bitterness.

“Do you know the worst thing you’ve done?

Not to me, or to my mother, or even to my father.

It’s what you did to your own daughter, the life you thought you’d secure by stealing mine.” Seraphina froze, her eyes narrowing, but Layla pressed on them.

“You thought you could steal happiness for her by taking mine, but you only ended up ruining her life too.

If you truly loved Orabela, you would’ve found the strength to let go a man who couldn’t commit a promising life to you, to live your own life without binding her to your selfish motives.

But you didn’t.

You used her as a pawn in your revenge, and now, look where it’s led you both.” Seraphina opened her mouth to retort, but Layla cut her off, her voice laced with scorn.

“Maybe you succeeded in hurting everyone who wronged you, but at what cost?

You’re alone in this prison, while everyone else is free.

Think on that-think of what you’ve done and what it cost-while you rot here.” Without another word, Layla turned, refusing to give Seraphina the satisfaction of seeing her pain.

She didn’t look back as she walked out of the room, leaving Seraphina to the hollow victory she had won at the expense of everything that truly mattered.