Lucille’s POV“What did he say to you?” I asked, nervously shifting in the car passenger seat while Martin held the wheel with a hardened gaze. His brows were furrowed, worry etched in his eyes, a rare expression to see on his face. After Lucas had talked to Martin privately, they both came back looking disgruntled and even Father couldn't fathom what went wrong. The dinner went stale and we decided to leave earlier than we should have. I knew my brother must have done something vile again. But Martin’s silence was killing me. “If you don’t want to say something then I am going to confront that bastard, myself!” I declared, seething. My hand found the door knob and I opened the door harshly. However, he was quick to stop me, “No, Lucille. Wait!” The wary look in his eyes caused me to draw back, to realize this was much more. “I don’t want you being before him. Until the moment we bring him down, you will never go before him.” Martin’s voice was hard with a hint of warning. But h
Lucille’s POVA few seconds passed, and Martin didn't say a word. His hungry gaze stared down at me, different things I couldn't fathom going on in his mind. For a moment, I thought he didn't want it anymore, but his gaze said otherwise. “Martin–”My mouth clamped shut when he gathered my hands in his and led me toward the bed. Slowly, he sat down, bringing me over on his thighs. “I want to take you slowly, cherish you...” He whispered a reminder that he wanted to be gentle with me. Not wild or crazy. It was our first time in years and I understood perfectly. “Do as you wish…”As my words bounced through the room, he held me tighter, his fingers caressed the side of my waist making me squirm and move deeper into his arms. “Kiss me…” His whisper compelled me to sit straight and as I found his lips, a spark flew through my body. I succumbed, his lip in mine and mine in his. The warmth that spread over mine moved me to go deeper, tasting the sweetness he had to offer. It was slow, a
Lucille’s POVI couldn't help the blush that spread across my face as I let Martin sniff me and kiss my neck continuously. Deep down, I was also contemplating my answer to his question. “I need an answer, wifey…” He groaned, embracing me even tighter. “Wifey?” I chuckled, my blush reddening the more. “What? You like it when I call you that?” He smirked, looking at me with a proud gaze and I nodded immediately. “I just can’t believe we are back together, so fast and so suddenly…” I said, with a small tone filled with happiness. I imagined how much joy and happy family I lost in my past life because my brother and former friend decided to sabotage me. Maybe this was why I was given another chance at life. The universe wanted me to be happy again. “Let’s go home, Martin.” I chuckled. “We can have the fun we need back at home, uninterrupted.”“Alright.” He nodded. “Let’s pack up first.”He let go of me after a long minute of several kisses, all over my face and body. I was a laughin
Lucille’s POVI halted, taking a deep breath to calm myself. Martin also helped me by squeezing my hand, rendering me the courage I needed. “Lucas…” I smiled, my eyes going round and I left Martin’s side and jumped straight into his arms. I embraced him even though he never expected me to do that. I never knew that I could pull off such a fake smile and fake excitement. I guessed desperate times called for desperate measures. “You left with father without a word,” I whined, looking at him with a displeased gaze. “Are you upset?” He asked, his face morphed with confusion.“Of course! How do you feel if you wake up one morning and your family is nowhere to be seen?” I snickered, still putting on a wronged expression. I took a step away from him and folded my hands on my chest. “You have to apologize to me!” I demanded. He raised his brows, looking from me to Martin and then back to me. “Is that why you got together with him? I thought I warned you against him?” Lucas asked, not c
Lucille’s POVI went silent, surprised that he would outrightly ask me to divorce Martin. He looked at me, sternly and for the first time in a long while, I was subdued of my father’s gaze. I could oppose or accept his command because he kept my gaze locked. Until my savior came...“I am afraid, sir. We can’t get divorced.” Martin spoke up and then held me by my waist, squeezing it to bring me back to my senses. “Yes, father.” I nodded, quickly while blinking. “I can’t divorce Martin. He means a lot to me–”“Are you seriously going back to him who cheated on you and sent you away? Lucille, I didn't raise you to be this low!” Lucian King banged his fists on the table, startling me and I flinched.However, Martin didn't move. He was steady and calm as always and he intervened. “Are you against our marriage because I am a member of the Luther family, or is it because you think I cheated on Lucille?” Martin asked. My father had to pick a side.“Both.” He groaned. “How could I let my d
Lucille’s POV“My father?” I gasped, shooting up to my feet. Martin willingly let go of me this time, and I grabbed my phone from Kent. Of course, there were a total of 50 missed calls from my father and also Lucas. They never called my phone this much in my entire life. “They must have seen the news...” Kent spoke up as I stared at my phone, scrolling through the messages. They were both demanding my location and I wondered if they were back home. In the background, Kent had put on the large television in the bedroom and the voice of the news anchor echoed in my ears. “NEW CHAIRMAN OF LUTH GROUP, MARTIN LUTHER WITH HIS WIFE, LUCILLE KING WERE INTRODUCED TO THE PUBLIC AND THE SHAREHOLDERS LAST NIGHT…”“Tone it down…my father is calling again…” I waved my hand, and then placed it on my chest. My heart beat rapidly as I watched the phone ring. What would my father say? Would he be disappointed in me? “You don’t have to be scared.” Kent held my waist and slowly pulled me to himsel