All Chapters of Too Late To Love Me, Mr Blackwell: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

LYDIA“Hard Launch? Business Mogul, Adrian Blackwell and Socialite, Vanessa Darnell Spark Dating Rumors As The Duo Steps Out In Style.”I stared at the plastered cozy photos of both my husband and sister.Judging from the smile on his face… the same one I haven’t seen in months, it was obvious that he wanted to send his message across.The last tabloid had called them, “The Gala’s Most Talked- About Pair”Adrian hated me and for the past eight months he had spent everyday reminding me of how my v our wedding was a mistake.The bedroom door slammed open behind me pulling me out of my reverie, I didn't spare a glance cause I knew exactly who was there."You were complaining about not being invited to anything…" he started, his voice icy as ever.I finally turned around to look at him and found him standing in the doorway, staring at me with those furrowed brows.He had on a suit which most probably cost enough for my vacay to the Maldives.That's if he'll let me go.His dark hair was s

LYDIAIt was rather whatever she handed down to me and later saw it to be better, she’d reclaim!"I just took back the man you stole from me Lydia. That shouldn't be a problem."She took a step back.I saw red, lunging across the space to wipe the damned smirk from her face."I didn't steal him. It was fucking you who abandoned the wedding!" I screamed.I was so close to getting her when Adrian caught my arm and pulled me back. His grip was firm like steel.My breath came in ragged gasps as I stared up at him with angry eyes."Let go of me!" I yelled."That is enough Lydia," he barked with furrowed brows. "We are leaving."I shook my head."No! No we will not! I still have so many things to say to this husband snatcher!" I was mouthing away.He hissed and began to drag me out of the dining room, towards the front door."Leave me be!" I was shouting as I tried to wrench my arm free.But he held onto me tight.I leaned down and bit into his arm just as we arrived at the entrance.He gr

LYDIA When I came to, I was gasping desperately for air.I sprang upright in bed, screaming desperately for help, hoping that someone would save me from Taylor.My hands were instantly moving to clutch the exact spot that I had been stabbed mercilessly from muscle memory.I expected to feel pain when I touched the spot, my eyes darting around me.But there was nothing there, except of course the smooth skin of my belly.When I looked down, I saw that I was perfectly fine with no injury.Not even blood.My hands instantly started to tremble with confusion as I looked around the room.Where was I?A few minutes ago I had been lying on the floor of the prison shower house, bleeding to death from several stab wounds.Then how on earth was I here, in the bedroom I shared with Adrian?How on earth was I back at the Blackwell mansion, from prison?Had Adrian read any of the letters I sent to him from prison and come for me?Or worse case scenario, had Vanessa heard I survived and come back

Lydia’s POV"Let's go," he said, staring straight at me after he had settled the bill.I nodded.His hands came on my lower back and steered me towards the exit.We were both quiet as we crossed the road to the hotel at the other side."Wait here," he told me the moment we stepped inside the reception.I nodded, incapable of anything else.My eyes followed his tall muscular figure as he went to the reception counter.A few minutes later and he was heading back to me with a hotel card.A gold card.That meant only one thing.He had secured a suite.The largest one.Someone was rich… rich or he just wanted to impress me.As if I cared were we fucked.All I wanted at this moment was a man, cherishing every piece of me.It didn't matter where.How could it matter to me after years of sexual starvation in a loveless marriage?"Lydia," he called.My eyes focused on him."Let's go," he started, while offering me his elbow. "I got us a suite."I gave him a small smile."I can see that."I sli

Lucas' POVThe warmth of the sunlight streaming in through the curtains of the hotel room, hanging open, was what woke me up.I reached across the bed with a wide yawn, expecting to find Lydia lying there.But my hand met only cold sheets.My eyes shot open as they glanced at the empty space where she should have been sleeping, my heart rate skyrocketing.I sat up quickly, eyes darting, looking around the hotel room frantically to discover that she really wasn't there. Her clothes which had been spewed around on the floor last night was gone.Mine which had also been thrown on the floor was sitting folded at the edge of the bed, donee by her hands eobviously.There was no sign of her shoes or hand bag, or any thing of hers here.Even the faint scent of her dainty feminine perfume—the only proof that she had been there—had somehow faded away.I started to climb out of bed when my eyes fell on the folded note which was sitting beside me on the pillow.If not for the note, I would have