Capítulo 11: I am the danger
"That was accidental," Layla pointed out, keeping her voice steady but her pulse racing.
"I don't think so," Lucius replied, his grin widening as he stepped closer. "You want to claim me, don't you? Don't be shy. I'm all yours. Since you're aiming to be a good wife, why not start by giving me a little pleasure?" His fingers lightly tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear, his touch lingering.
"Being a good wife doesn't mean I'm obligated to focus on that alone," Layla countered, trying to keep her composure. She didn't want to provoke him, especially after catching sight of the gun he casually carried. She needed his help for her own ambitions, and antagonizing him now could ruin everything.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, his gaze sharp. "Are you serious, Layla? Do you realize what you're doing to me right now?" His hand slid up her thigh, giving it a firm squeeze that made her gasp softly. He began tracing slow, deliberate circles on her skin, his eyes never leaving hers.
Layla swallowed, fighting to stay calm. "Why don't we start by getting to know each other better?" she suggested, trying to divert his attention. If she could just shift the conversation, maybe she could create some distance. "I only know your name and a little about your work. We barely know anything personal about each other."
Lucius smiled, clearly entertained by her attempt to stall. He already knew more about her than she probably realized. But hearing her speak was far more enjoyable.
"Fine," he agreed, leaning back slightly.
"Wonderful!" Layla clasped her hands together, cautiously optimistic. "Shouldn't you let me go then?" she asked, hoping he'd take the hint.
His smirk deepened. "I think this position is perfect for getting to know each other."
'He's harder to manage than I thought,' Layla mused, but at least he was cooperating for now. She needed to play her cards right. "Alright then," she continued, keeping her tone light. "Tell me, why didn't you marry earlier? Was there someone you loved? Have you ever had a crush on anyone?"
"I didn't expect you to jump straight to those questions," Lucius remarked, a hint of amusement in his voice. "I never found anyone who could handle me properly. No, I've never been in love. Though, I did have a crush once—four years ago."
"Who?" Layla asked, her curiosity piqued. "Why didn't you approach her? Don't you know love sparks when two people connect? That woman might have been your wife by now," she suggested, a playful glint in her eyes.
Lucius chuckled, clearly entertained by her teasing. "You're probably right. But I didn't think much of it at the time. Besides, now I have you—someone eager to be my loyal and devoted wife," he replied, his smirk never leaving his face.
"Yes!" Layla smiled, trying to play along with his game. But her thoughts quickly shifted, and she decided to test the waters. "Your father doesn't seem to approve of what you do. Do you dabble in illegal activities? I'd rather know ahead of time so I can avoid getting involved."
Lucius's eyes darkened slightly as his grin faded into something more dangerous. "That's disappointing, wife. You vowed to stand by me in every situation. Are you already looking for a way out?"
"No," Layla quickly clarified, keeping her tone neutral. "I'm saying I don't like to be involved in things that go against my ethics."
Lucius raised an eyebrow. "Bold words for someone standing in front of me. Yet, in front of your family, you never spoke with such dignity and moral certainty."
Her expression shifted, her eyes betraying a flash of pain. Lucius had hit a nerve. He continued, his voice taking on a sharper edge. "You endured abuse and torment for years, never finding the strength to stop it. Don't you think my methods are more effective?"
"I couldn't live with myself if I killed someone," Layla retorted, her voice firm, though her heart raced at the thought of his power.
Lucius leaned in further, his eyes sharp as they bore into hers. "Who said I killed anyone? Did you see it with your own eyes? Or are you just feeding into rumors?" His voice was low, almost a whisper, yet it held an unmistakable challenge.
"Ah... I... I..." Layla stammered, her words faltering as she struggled to come up with a response. Nothing concrete came to her mind.
Lucius chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face. "Relax," he said, his tone softening slightly. "I don't engage in anything illegal. Rest assured, your husband will keep you safe from any danger." His smirk returned, more sinister this time. "Though, you should know— I am the danger people should avoid."
He leaned closer, inhaling the faint scent of her natural fragrance, lingering just long enough to make her heart race. "We'll have a reception party soon," he continued, his voice smoother now. "After that, we'll go on our honeymoon. You can pick the place. But first..." He straightened up, his expression turning serious. "I need to wrap up some of my work."
"Sure, finish all your work. That's more important," Layla responded, forcing a smile as she agreed. In her mind, however, she was already plotting ways to avoid the honeymoon.
Lucius seemed pleased with her response. "Let's go out for dinner this evening," he suggested casually.
"Okay," Layla nodded. "Now, you can let me go," she added, hoping for some space.
"Kiss me, and I will," Lucius demanded, his eyes gleaming with amusement.
With little choice, Layla leaned in and pressed her lips briefly against his before pulling away.
Lucius raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. "Do it properly," he insisted, his tone teasing but firm. "I've taught you enough by now."
Swallowing her frustration, Layla knew that dealing with Lucius would take more patience than she had imagined. She leaned in again, this time kissing him with more intent, gently nibbling on his lips. Lucius responded with equal fervor, deepening the kiss, his hand slipping behind her head to hold her in place when she tried to pull away.
He didn't let go until he was satisfied, leaving them both gasping for air when they finally broke apart.
"I'll see you this evening," Lucius said, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He gently pushed her back onto the bed and, with one last glance, left the room, leaving Layla in a daze—both her heart and mind racing with an unknown feeling.
Capítulo 12: Spark in his eyes
"What do you mean?" Miriam gasped, her eyes wide with disbelief as she stared at her daughter. "Lucius De Salvo is Roderick's uncle? But... but Lucius always claimed he had no family," she stammered, still grappling with the revelation.
"Mom, Lucius lied to everyone. Do you even know what Layla did to Roderick? She falsely accused him of touching her, and because of that, Lucius broke my boyfriend's wrist!" Orabela's voice cracked, tears welling up in her eyes. "I warned you, Mom. I told you not to let Layla live here. Look at what she's done! She's already plotting to ruin my life."
Seeing her daughter's distress, Miriam's protective instincts kicked in. "Don't worry, Orabela. I'll confront Layla myself. How dare she accuse Roderick like that?" she assured her, her tone growing cold with determination.
Miriam reached for the phone, dialing Layla's number, but Orabela stopped her with a frustrated sigh. "It's no use, Mom. She's ignoring us. She hasn't picked up a single one of my calls. Can you believe it?"
Before Miriam could respond, Seraphina's voice cut through the tension. "Orabela, why are you crying? What's going on?" She walked in, her eyes narrowing as they fell on Miriam and her daughter.
"Because of Layla," Orabela spat, her frustration bubbling over.
Seraphina's fists clenched as she struggled to remain calm. "What did she do?"
Miriam didn't miss the tension between them and seized the moment. "I told you to keep your daughter away from mine! If you don't make Layla apologize, be ready to leave this house. I won't tolerate either of you anymore. Your daughter is ruining Orabela's life, just like you have ruined mine!"
Seraphina swallowed the sting of Miriam's harsh words. Layla had crossed the line, and Seraphina knew she couldn't ignore it anymore, even if it meant facing her own daughter.
Just then, Orabela stood up, surprising them both. She gently took Seraphina's hands. "It's not your fault. What Layla did was wrong, and I know you never taught her to lie. Layla's always been jealous of me, but I've never done anything to provoke her. Mom, don't blame Seraphina. If anyone is to blame, it's Layla."
Seraphina blinked back tears at Orabela's unexpected kindness. "Orabela, you're such a sweet soul. I'll make sure Layla apologizes to you and Roderick. Don't cry or think any less of yourself," she whispered, wiping the tears from Orabela's cheeks. A silent vow formed in her heart to confront Layla and fix the mess her daughter had caused, no matter what.
Orabela smirked slightly, masking her true emotions, and said, "Thank you. I'll go to my room. My head is aching." She glanced briefly at her mother before heading upstairs, leaving Miriam and Seraphina in tense silence.
As soon as Orabela left, Miriam's expression darkened. "Call Layla," she demanded coldly, her voice laced with fury. "Why is she so hell-bent on ruining my daughter's happiness?" She gritted her teeth.
"I'm truly sorry, Madam Miriam. I never wanted Orabela to cry or get hurt like this," she said, her voice trembling slightly as she pulled out her phone. Quickly, she dialed Layla's number, her hands shaking slightly.
But the call went unanswered.
Frowning, Seraphina tried again, her heart sinking as she listened to the monotonous ring with no reply. "She's not picking up," she said softly, fear creeping into her voice as she lowered the phone. "I'll keep trying, but I assure you that Layla will apologize to the Young Miss."
Miriam's eyes narrowed. "Keep trying. She won't get away with this. If Layla thinks she can run from this, she's mistaken. I'll make sure she pays for what she's done."
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Layla gazed at her phone and saw her mother's missed calls. She didn't care about answering them. She had no intention to even talk to her. What's the use of having a mother, who would always protect someone else's daughter?
Wiping the tears from the edges of her eyes, she decided to dress up as it was already evening. Just then, Ruby's video call came. Layla's eyes lit up and she quickly answered it.
"Layla! OMG! You are not married to an oldie but a hottie! Why didn't you tell me this before?" Ruby immediately let out her excitement. "Tell me that Lucius loves you. Did you see the spark in his eyes when he carried you away in his arms like you were the only woman for him?"
"Well, he is older than me," Layla murmured.
"When your man looks this hot, then his age doesn't matter. I still can't believe my eyes!" Ruby said while laughing.
"Don't be like that," Layla said.
"What?" Ruby arched her brows. "Girl, you have got such a nice man. Be happy. You know that I can read tarot cards. Didn't I tell you last week that soon a guy would appear in your life who would keep you as his queen? Seems like Lucius De Salvo is the one!" She spoke with a smile.
"And you didn't believe me saying Roderick was already there!" Ruby reminded her.
The smile from Layla's face disappeared to hear that name.
"Oops! I'm sorry," Ruby immediately apologized. She observed Layla's face. "Don't tell me you still have feelings for that jerk. You have a husband now, better than Roderick or any other man. So, just forget Roderick," Ruby advised her.
"It hurts, Ruby. I don't have any feelings for Rodrick. He disgusts me. It's just I-I was so loyal to him… and only I didn't know," Layla said, recalling how Lucius told her only she found out two days ago.
"Girl, some men are jerks. And not to mention, Orabela isn't less either. She must have seduced your bastard ex. You know her well. I'm not saying Roderick was good either. But it's good that you found out about them, or else that jerk would have kept lying to you," Ruby stated.
"Yeah, you are right," Layla said. "I need to go somewhere. I'll call you later. Thanks for today." With that, she hung up the call.
As she was about to put her phone away, a message popped on Layla's phone screen.
"Meet me outside the mansion."
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