Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 67

Chapter 67: Nothing right or wrong

“And you want me to let it go?”

The idea seemed incomprehensible to him. He had witnessed how Miriam had cut her down, how the years of mistreatment had chipped away at her spirit. To let it go was to allow the injustice to continue with Layla, and he wasn’t someone who tolerated that.

Layla’s lips trembled, but she pressed them into a firm line. “I don’t need you to fight this battle for me,” she whispered, her eyes still avoiding his. “I’ve survived it alone for so long. I can survive it a little longer.” She was trying to be strong, to show that she didn’t need anyone to defend her, even though a part of her longed for someone to stand up for her.

Lucius’s gaze softened, but the storm inside him didn’t subside. He hated seeing her like this—torn between her own strength and the pain others inflicted on her. “Layla,” he said quietly, “you don’t have to fight alone anymore. You have me.”

“They won’t beg for my forgiveness unless I take over the company my father owns,” Layla stated, her voice firm with resolve. “That’s what I want—to be declared as the true heiress of the Rosenzweig family.” Her eyes gleamed with determination, though the weight of her words revealed the emotional battle she was still fighting within.

Lucius listened carefully, his gaze never wavering from her. “I can do that at gunpoint,” he affirmed without hesitation. “I won’t even hesitate to kill them, Layla. Just tell me, and I’ll make it happen. How many times do I have to tell you that I can’t stand tears in your eyes.”

There was no trace of doubt in his tone, only a promise—a promise of swift action, of merciless retaliation against anyone who dared to hurt her.

But Layla shook her head, her expression softening slightly. “No, don’t do that,” she said quietly, her voice now gentle, almost fragile. “That’s not the right way.” She glanced up at him, seeing the fierce protectiveness in his eyes.

“But thank you… for thinking so much of me.” The gratitude in her voice was genuine, though it came with a layer of sadness, knowing that Lucius would go to any extreme for her.

Lucius exhaled slowly, and without another word, he drew her into his arms, holding her close. His grip was firm, steady, as though he could shield her from every hurt and injustice she had endured.

Layla melted into the embrace, her cheek resting against his chest, the steady beat of his heart grounding her amidst the emotional storm.

“There’s nothing right or wrong when you’re fighting the evil,” Lucius said, his voice low but intense. “This is the last time I’ll stop myself, Layla. Next time, I won’t.”

His hand gently stroked her back, as if he was already comforting her for the battles ahead. “I can’t bear to see even a single tear fall from your eye again.”

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Seraphina paced in the living room, wondering when she would get the good news. Her feet slowly halted when she saw Miriam entering the house. ‘Why does she look disturbed?’ she thought. She knitted her brows together seeing how Miriam was approaching her.

Before Seraphina could understand, a sharp slap hit her cheek.

“Leave the house by the evening. If you won’t, I will ask Darius to kick you out,” Miriam said.

Lady Agatha just entered the living room with a maid behind her and observed the scene.

“Miriam is right. Leave this house, you wretched wench!” Lady Agatha bitterly told her. “How many times did I tell you when I’m around not to appear before me,” she muttered.

“I will wait for Darius to come home in the evening. Let’s see if he throws me out of this house or not,” Seraphina said, turning to look at both the women with a smirk holding on her cheek. She caressed her cheek and chuckled.

Seraphina passed them an intimidating glance before heading to her room. She slammed the door shut behind her and tightened her fists.

Seraphina’s eyes gleamed as she stopped in front of the mirror, her reflection staring back at her with steely determination. “It’s time,” she whispered to herself. “I need to make my move before it’s too late.”

She knew what needed to be done. Orabela had to take over the company, and once that was secured, Seraphina would have all the leverage she needed. Her fingers slowly relaxed as she leaned forward, gripping the edge of the vanity.

“I’ll push Darius to start the succession process immediately,” she decided, her mind already formulating the plan. “Once Orabela is in control, I’ll use her as my pawn. And then… they’ll all bow before me.”

A slow smile crept onto her lips, the earlier anger transforming into cold, calculated ambition. “Miriam, Agatha… even Darius. They’ll all learn their place soon enough,” she whispered. “By the time I’m finished, this house and the company will be mine, and there won’t be a thing they can do about it.”

Just then, she heard a knock on the door. Seraphina opened it a moment later and saw a man in a blue dungarees with a blue cap standing next to the maid.

“Madam, the plumber is here to check the water taps. If you allow, I’ll guide him in,” the maid said.

“Hmm.” Seraphina let the door open and headed out to clear her head.

The plumber smirked as he was the man Roger had sent.

“Could you please bring a glass of water for me?” asked the man.

“Sure,” the maid replied and hurried off to fetch him a glass of water.

Moving swiftly but carefully, he approached Seraphina’s vanity, his eyes locking on the hairbrush resting beside a set of cosmetics.

His gloved fingers deftly plucked a few strands of hair from the bristles, carefully slipping them into a small plastic bag he had hidden in his tool belt.

The faint sound of footsteps approaching the room made him hasten his pace. He returned to the bathroom and began fiddling with the taps just as the maid returned with the glass of water.

“Thank you,” he said, offering her a quick smile as if everything were routine. “I’ll be done in just a moment.”

He turned his attention back to the taps, pretending to tighten a loose valve. Once the maid was satisfied with his work, she escorted him to the other rooms.

Later, he exited the house, and called Roger.

“I’ve collected the samples. What do I need to do?” asked the man.

“Bring them to me,” Roger replied from the other side and hung up the call. He gazed at Lucius, who was on the swivel chair.

“Boss, I’ll send the samples for the DNA tests myself. If your doubt is right, then it’s going to create a havoc in the Rosenzweig Family,” Roger stated.

“Indeed. But will the truth heal my Layla’s heart?” Lucius murmured and frowned.