Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 316

Chapter 316: I’m dead serious Chapter 316: I’m dead serious “What did he say?” Layla asked her mother-in-law.

Evelina hesitated, torn between telling Layla the truth and keeping her in the dark.

But lying wasn’t an option-not when the stakes were so high.

There was no way she could take Layla outside with her, not when Lucius would never allow it.

Yet, if she didn’t act quickly, Vladimir would make good on his threats.

Her family in London would be in danger.

“Say something,” Layla pressed, her brows knitting together in concern.

Taking a deep breath, Evelina finally spoke.

“Layla, Vladimir wants to see you.” Her voice trembled slightly, her fear was evident in her voice.

“Please, you have to come outside with me.

If you don’t, Vladimir will harm my family in London.

I beg you.” She clasped her hands together while being desperate.

Layla was stunned to learn that.

Vladimir couldn’t fight with them, so he decided to get her to weaken Lucius.

She would never let it happen.

“I will tell Lucius about this,” she said firmly, preparing to stand her ground.

“No!” Evelina shot up from her seat, grabbing Layla’s hands in a tight grip.

“Don’t do that, Layla.

Please.” Her voice wavered, and her grip tightened.

“Did you not hear the truth from my lips earlier?

Antoine died because I hid Vladimir’s son.

He will do the same to my family in London without a second thought.

I beg you, Layla, don’t tell Lucius anything.

You have no idea what Vladimir is capable of.” Evelina’s eyes glistened with unshed tears as she pleaded, hoping Layla would understand the danger they were facing.

“But if we don’t tell Lucius, everything will get ruined,” Layla replied.

“Are you sure telling Lucius the truth will make everything right?

What if my husband and my kids in London get hurt because of it?

Will you take responsibility for that?” Evelina questioned her.

“Layla, I don’t think Vladimir wants to harm you.

He only wants to see you because of Lucius.” Layla parted her lips to respond, but before she could, the doors burst open with a loud bang.

Lucius strode in with a murderous gaze.

His fists clenched tightly at his sides.

He had overheard everything from outside.

Earlier, he had planned to be alone for a while, but the thought of Layla being with his mother had gnawed at him.

Evelina had always played the victim, painting herself as innocent, and he had feared she might manipulate Layla.

But this-this was far worse than he had imagined.

“You’re willing to put my wife’s life in danger?” he roared with rage.

Evelina flinched at the sheer fury radiating off him, but before he could take a step closer, Layla swiftly moved between them, placing her hands on his chest.

“Calm down,” she murmured, her voice soothing as she looked up at him.

“That’s not what she meant.” Lucius let out a sharp, humorless laugh.

“Why are you always so good, Layla?” His jaw tightened as his burning gaze flickered toward his mother.

“She tried to take you away from me!

All she cares about is her life and her damn family in London.” His voice rose with every word, the storm inside him breaking free.

Layla gripped his shirt, silently pleading with him, but it was too late-Lucius had already made up his mind.

“I’m not listening to you anymore,” he said.

“Now, I’ll do what I want.

There’s a limit to staying soft and kind.” His fiery eyes bore into hers, showing the anger buried deep in his heart.

“Lucius, I would have come to you.

I’m not reckless enough to meet Vladimir just because your mother wishes it.

So, calm down, alright?” Layla’s hand rested gently on his cheek, her fingers tracing soothing circles.

Lucius grasped her hand, lowering it before shooting a cold glare at his mother.

Wrapping his arm around Layla, he pulled her into his embrace.

“Call Vladimir.

Now,” he ordered.

Evelina’s face twisted with anger.

“What are you planning to do?

Lucius, just once, think about me.

Everything I’ve done was for you.

If I were a terrible mother, I wouldn’t have gone to such lengths.

I could have abandoned you with Vladimir, but I didn’t,” she insisted.

Lucius let out a dry, humorless chuckle.

“You never saved me, Mother.

You didn’t even know you were pregnant when you ran away from Vladimir.

You wanted a life of luxury, free from responsibility.

That’s why you abandoned me.

If you truly cared, you would have found a way to protect me and Antoine.

So spare me your excuses,” he said coldly.

“Now, dial his number.

I’m done listening to your lies.” ~~~~~ “Tsar, there’s no point in keeping up this act.

You’d better start talking and tell us where your estate in Russia is,” Luca demanded, his gaze sharp as he interrogated Tsar.

Tsar smirked, unfazed.

“Even if you torture me to death, I won’t say a word, bastard,” he sneered.

Luca clenched his fists, his patience wearing thin.

With a sharp crack, he slammed his hands on the table.

“Then we’ll have to resort to more persuasive methods,” he stated before storming out of the room.

As the door slammed shut behind him, his senior and other officials, who had been observing from the other side of the glass, immediately intervened.

“Luca, calm down,” one of them warned.

“The higher-ups have made it clear-we’re not authorized to use force,” Officer Kay reminded him firmly.

“Tsar has been on our radar for a long time.

We’ll break him eventually, but we do it by the book.

Keep pressing him, wear him down.

Also,” he added, exchanging looks with the others, “we need to bring in Lucius De Salvo and his wife.

Tsar keeps mentioning their names during the interrogation.

They might hold the key to getting him to talk.” “Lucius and his wife have nothing to do with Tsar,” Luca said.

“We can’t tell that without asking them.

And I heard from your teammate that Mrs.

Layla De Salvo helped you catch Tsar.

Just summon them tomorrow.

We will have a conversation with them.

Perhaps, we can have more information about Vladimir then,” officer Kay pronounced.

Luca didn’t want Layla to be involved in this but seemed like there was no other way to prevent this meeting.

But what confused him why the higher ups didn’t want to use violance on Tsar.

~~~~~ Evelina reluctantly dialed Vladimir’s number, her hands trembling as Lucius’s furious voice rang through the room, demanding immediate action.

As the call connected, Lucius abruptly snatched the phone from her grip, releasing his hold on Layla.

“Don’t call me unnecessarily if you-” “Vladimir Romanov,” Lucius cut in coldly, his voice sharp and commanding.

“Talk to me directly.

If you don’t want Tsar’s corpse delivered to you, then surrender now.

Because soon, I’ll be presenting his lifeless body to you.

If you want to see him alive, this is your only chance.” “Lucius, you carry my blood, yet you chose to betray me,” Vladimir’s voice oozed with cold menace from the other end of the line.

“Do you really think Tsar is in danger just because he’s in high-security custody?

You’re gravely mistaken.

You played a game with the wrong man.” He paused, his tone growing darker.

“Since you had the audacity to speak to me directly, I’ll return the courtesy.

Tell your mother to say her final goodbyes to the people she loves-because she won’t see them again.” Lucius didn’t flinch, his grip tightening on the phone.

“I’m not playing games either, Vladimir Romanov,” he countered.

“If you so much as think about taking another innocent life, I will personally deliver your son’s lifeless body to Russia.

This fight is between you and me-no one else.

Tsar will never walk free, but know this-he can die in detention.

If you truly value his life, then tread carefully.” Vladimir clenched his fist, his knuckles turning white.

“Return Tsar to me,” he demanded, his voice laced with barely restrained fury.

“Come to Italy if you want him,” Lucius replied, his tone calm but lethal.

Vladimir let out a bitter chuckle, though his rage simmered just beneath the surface.

“Are you jesting?” he asked, his voice dangerously low.

“I’m dead serious,” Lucius shot back.

“Do you really think I’d joke about your son’s life?

If you don’t set foot in Italy before sunrise, Tsar will never live to see the morning sun.

You have my contact-use it.

Call me the moment you arrive.

And if you fail…” Lucius paused, his voice turning intimidating.

“You already know the consequences.” As Lucius ended the call, he turned to Evelina with an icy glare.

“Your phone stays with me,” he stated firmly, slipping it into his pocket.

“Lucius, he will kill my-” Evelina’s voice wavered with desperation.

“I don’t care,” Lucius cut her off sharply, his voice laced with cold finality.

“I don’t fucking care anymore.

You should finally understand the pain you inflicted-not just on me, but on everyone here-because of the choices you made in the past.” His words were harsh and merciless, showing no sympathy toward her.