Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 221

Chapter 221: Refusing her involvement Chapter 221: Refusing her involvement Lucius kept her legs parted as she attempted to close them.

She brought her bound wrists to his hair, clutching them while he continued the exploration.

She reached her pinnacle and her entire body shuddered.

Layla took deep breaths to ground herself, trying to process what just happened.

She found him hovering above her once again, licking his fingers.

“That was…

divine,” Lucius murmured, wondering if she was satisfied.

“Charming enough for you?” he teased, his gaze locked on hers.

“Y-yes,” Layla replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Summoning her courage, she brought her restrained hands to his nape, pulling him down for a kiss, her lips lingering as she tasted herself on him.

Breaking away for a brief moment, she smirked.

“Free my hands, or you’re not getting the phone,” she bargained, her tone laced with mischief.

Lucius groaned, feigning annoyance.

“What?

That’s cheating,” he grumbled, though his hands moved to her wrists.

He gently brought them forward, untying the ribbon that bound them.

“Better?” he asked.

“Much,” Layla purred, flexing her freed fingers before tracing them down his chest.

They lingered over the defined lines of his abdomen, traveling lower until they reached the edge of his jeans.

“Layla,” Lucius began hesitantly, “I don’t have protection.” She hesitated only for a moment, her lips brushing softly against his neck before whispering, “I’ll take care of it.

I can take a pill later.” Her hands unfastened the button of his jeans.

“Fuck,” Lucius hissed through gritted teeth as her hand grazed his arousal, sending a jolt through his entire body.

Unable to restrain himself any longer, he thrust into her.

A low, breathless cry escaped her lips, her nails digging lightly into his shoulders as she clung to him, their bodies started moving in sync.

“Lucius, harder.

Please…” Layla pleaded, her voice trembling with desire.

“You’ve turned so demanding and I like it,” he murmured against her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine.

He kissed her earlobe gently before pulling out slightly, then thrusting back into her with more force, hitting the spot that made her toes curl and a gasp escape her lips.

Their mouths found each other again, lips melding as their tongues danced in a fierce battle for dominance.

The pleasure surged between them, their movements syncing perfectly as they lost themselves in each other.

~~~~ Moments later, they were seated together in the warm, soothing water of the bathtub.

Layla’s eyes were closed, her head resting against Lucius’s chest as his hand traced slow, calming circles on her stomach.

“Lucius,” she began softly, breaking the comfortable silence, “I used to ask myself daily about the dreams I have.” He tilted his head slightly, his chin resting on her shoulder.

“I’m sure you’ve achieved all of them,” he murmured.

She gave a small, wistful smile.

“Umm…

not quite.

Honestly, I used to wonder if I could ever have a normal life like others.

My identity was shaped by my birth-a lie I had no say in.

As time passed and I got married, my dreams changed, too.

Now…” She paused, her voice tinged with vulnerability.

“Now, my dream is to keep you happy, content, and as stress-free as possible.

I know no one can ever truly escape stress, but I want to be there for you, to help in every way I can.

My dream is…

bringing joy into your life.” She tilted her head, her gaze locking with his.

Her eyes shimmered with sincerity, reflecting her devotion, as she waited for his response.

“You’re already doing that, Layla,” Lucius said softly with a voice filled with warmth.

“You are the reason I smile with the bottom of my heart.” Her lips curled into a gentle smile.

“That’s good to hear,” she replied, her tone light yet filled with affection.

Lucius pressed a tender kiss to her cheek before gently turning her face toward him.

His lips captured hers in a deep, passionate kiss, his emotions pouring into the moment.

When he finally pulled away, his forehead rested against hers.

“Only you understand me, even when I don’t say a word.

I love you so much, Layla.

So, so much,” he confessed.

His adoration was visible in his gaze and words.

~~~~~ Miriam held Orabela’s hands, her touch tender and filled with regret.

“I hope you can start a new life there,” she said softly.

“It took me a long time to admit my mistakes, but I failed you, Orabela.

I let my own jealousy cloud my judgment, and I made sure to keep you away from Layla when you both were young.

I planted that hatred in your heart too, and for that, I am deeply guilty.

She hasn’t forgiven any of us yet, but I hope you’ll try to mend your relationship with her someday.” Orabela knitted her brows together, though a flicker of pain lingered beneath the surface.

“I don’t think that’s possible anymore,” she replied, her voice steady but laced with bitterness.

“I envy Layla for having everything at once.

Do you know what it feels like to be called illegitimate when all these years I’ve lived as your daughter?

I understand your abhorrence toward me, Mom.

I’ve come to terms with it, and I won’t ever complain.

But don’t ask me to mend something that was never whole to begin with.

Though I will always apologize to Layla if I cross path with her.” “Hmm.” Miriam didn’t press Orabela further, sensing it wasn’t the right moment.

“You may miss the flight, Orabela.

Let’s go,” Darius’s voice chimed in as he entered the living room, his presence breaking the heavy atmosphere.

“I’ll come with you,” Miriam said, rising to her feet.

“Alright.

Let’s go,” Darius nodded, turning to leave, but they all froze as Roger stepped into their house unexpectedly, confusing all of them.

“Are you going somewhere?” Roger asked, his eyes narrowing as they landed on Orabela.

“Yes.

Why?” Orabela replied, her tone sharp and defensive.

Roger didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he stepped closer, holding up his phone.

“Did you give Madam Layla’s location to this person?” he asked, his voice filled with accusation.

Miriam and Darius turned to Orabela in unison, wondering if she did something again.

Orabela’s frown deepened, her gaze flickering between Roger and the phone.

“Why would I do that?” she snapped, refusing her involvement with the person Roger showed to her.