Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 209

Chapter 209: An untouchable mafia Chapter 209: An untouchable mafia “You went to prison?” Lucius exclaimed, his brows furrowing as he tilted his head in disbelief.

His fingers froze mid-stroke, no longer caressing Layla’s soft hair.

“Yes,” Layla admitted calmly, her gaze lifting to meet his.

Her hand rested lightly on his bare chest.

“But that’s not the main point.

Bella’s leaving Italy,” she added, sharing the unexpected news.

Lucius blinked, momentarily taken aback.

“Bella?

I thought she and Canvin were set to get married,” he said, his voice tinged with surprise.

“But never mind that-did Seraphina say something to upset you?” Concern darkened his gaze as he searched for an answer.

“No, it’s not about that,” Layla replied, shaking her head slightly.

“Just listen to me,” she urged before continuing, “Canvin broke off the engagement with Orabela when he discovered the truth-she’s an illegitimate child, and her mother is serving a prison sentence.

Orabela apologized to me, but I couldn’t bring myself to forgive her.

The years of betrayal and pain inflicted by someone I once considered a sister aren’t so easily forgotten.” Lucius hummed in agreement.

“Good.

Don’t forgive anyone so quickly,” he stated firmly.

Then, after a moment of hesitation, he pressed her further.

“But why did you go to see Seraphina in the first place?

I’m still trying to understand.” “Well,” Layla began, her voice steady yet laced with tension, “I felt it was necessary to warn Seraphina not to plan anything dangerous that could harm her daughter.

And I also wanted to ask if she had any involvement in the attack on me.

Aside from her, I can’t think of anyone who’d want me dead.

I even threatened her, telling her the police might come after her, and that it could destroy Orabela’s life.

But surprisingly, she told me something…” Her voice trailed off as she sat up, drawing her knees close to her chest.

Lucius, now fully engaged, furrowed his brows and mirrored her posture, sitting upright.

“What did she say?” he asked.

“She claimed someone approached her, offering a deal.

That person wanted her to harm me, and in return, they assured her freedom,” Layla explained.

“I don’t think she’s lying.

Despite everything, she doesn’t want anything bad to happen to Orabela.” “I’ll look into this,” he said, determination flickering in his eyes.

“Be careful,” Layla urged.

“Whoever this person is, they’re powerful.

Offering such a deal to Seraphina without fear means they have significant influence.

I’m starting to think this man was behind the attack.” “I don’t think so,” Lucius replied, shaking his head slightly.

“Why not?” Layla asked, bewilderment evident in her voice.

“The one who approached Seraphina wanted to ensure his identity remained hidden.

But the person who truly intended to harm you is different,” Lucius explained.

“The shooter was hired from Spain and operates under the alias ‘X.’ There’s no solid information about him, which means he’s a ghost in the criminal underworld.

Finding someone like him is almost impossible unless you’ve been connected to the underworld for a long time.” Layla’s eyes widened.

“That sounds… dangerous.” “It is,” Lucius murmured.

“And such attacks will likely happen again.” “Why?” Confusion etched across Layla’s face.

Lucius exhaled deeply, his expression turning solemn.

“Layla, I’ve never told anyone this-not Matteo, not Antoine, no one.

I didn’t join Matteo solely to avenge his parents’ deaths.

I have another reason.” Layla’s heart skipped a beat, her voice trembling as she asked, “Wh-what do you mean?” Lucius locked eyes with her.

“I’m looking for my father.” The revelation left Layla speechless.

Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled to form words.

“I-I thought… you… you didn’t care about him.

Why would you think the mafias know where he is?” she finally managed to ask, trying to piece together his cryptic statement.

“Because he’s a mafia,” Lucius replied.

“An untouchable mafia.” Layla’s eyes widened in disbelief as she reached for his hand, gripping it tightly.

“Then stay away, Lucius.

Why would you pursue a man who could be so dangerous for you?

Your mother always said your father was just a drunkard.” “She lied,” Lucius said bitterly, his jaw tightening.

“When I was seven, I overheard her talking to my maternal grandmother.

She was terrified, convinced that man would kill her for running away.

My mother wanted to protect me, and I understand that.

But her ‘protection’ left me feeling more lonely and miserable than safe,” he confessed, his voice filled with frustration and sorrow.

The weight of his words left Layla stunned.

She had never imagined Lucius carried such dark secrets.

Her heart ached for him, for the pain he had endured in silence.

“Lucius,” she began carefully, “what do you really think about Antoine’s death?” She hesitated for a moment before continuing, “The first time I asked, you said it was just a simple accident.

But now… I don’t think it was.

And I think you know that, too.” Lucius’s expression darkened.

“If Dad ever found out the truth, it would destroy him.

That’s why I’ve stayed quiet all this time,” he admitted.

“But deep down, I think Antoine’s death was my fault.

And after piecing everything together, I suspect my real father might have been involved.” Layla’s breath hitched.

“Then… what will you do?” she asked, her brows knitting together in worry.

“It’s strange that this man, your father, hasn’t shown himself to you yet.” Lucius let out a heavy sigh.

“I have no idea what to do,” he said honestly.

“The secrets that have been revealed to me recently… it’s overwhelming.

Everything feels so messy.” Layla’s hand tightened around his.

“Then let’s ask your mother,” she suggested gently.

“She might not have told you the truth before, but maybe now-” “She won’t,” Lucius interrupted, shaking his head.

“That’s her way of protecting me and herself.

It’ll be a waste of time.” He leaned into her, resting his head on her shoulder.

For a moment, the tension in his body seemed to melt away as he found solace in her presence.

“Layla,” he murmured after a pause, “I’ve made my decision.

I’m not going to look for him anymore.

I can’t risk your life.

I have only you, and I can’t bear the thought of anything happening to you.

Not even a scratch.”