All Chapters of Young Master Lucien’s Bride: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Lucien’s POV I was up at dawn working in my study. The sky outside the large windows was still a dark, smoky grey, the sun barely peeking over the high stone walls of the estate. I sat at my desk, the glow from my laptop screen casting sharp dark across the dark mahogany wood.  My head of security had called me an hour ago to confirm that Jason’s bail was set super high. Because of the mountain of digital tracking data and the extortion files my legal team had submitted, the judge wasn't playing around. He was stuck behind bars for a very long time, completely unable to touch my wife or threaten her family ever again. It was a victory. The threat was handled, and the trap had worked perfectly. But even with Jason locked away in a cell downtown, my mind was still completely restless. I couldn't shake the memory of the way Lila had looked at the gallery—the sheer exhaustion in he

Lucien’s POV Having Vivienne in the house was a nightmare. My office meetings were completely disrupted by the non-stop drama echoing from the lower floors, mostly because my sister spent the entire day trying to make Lila’s life a living hell. She didn't unpack her bags, she didn't try to clear her name with the press, and she certainly didn't rest after her long flight from Paris. Instead, she directed every ounce of her chaotic, bratty energy toward my wife, trying her best to humiliate her in front of the mansion staff. Vivienne spent the morning strutting around the estate, treating the place like her personal kingdom and ordering Lila around like a low-paid servant. I stood on the glass terrace overlooking the backyard, a folder of contracts forgotten in my hand, as I watched the scene unfold down by the water. Lila was sitting on one of the plush lounge chairs under a large white umbrella, trying to en

Lucien’s POVVivienne was upstairs in her bedroom screeching so loud I could literally hear her through the wooden floorboards of the ceiling.Her dramatic cries about her ruined dress and the lack of respect in this house were echoing down the hallways, but I wasn't even paying attention to her.I was just standing completely still in the center of the dining room, staring at the thick white potato stains and dark gravy puddles slowly soaking into my expensive Persian carpet.The dinner table was a total mess. Lila had already marched right up to her room, clutching her ruined computer and looking totally ready to murder anyone who got in her way. And honestly? I didn't blame her one bit.My sister had purposely destroyed weeks of her hard academic work just to be a petty, malicious brat. As I looked down at the empty spot on the table where Lila’s laptop had been sitting just moments ago, a heavy, dark anger settled into my chest.Lila was trying to balance a stressful marriage cont

Lucien’s POV The next morning, the house was dangerously quiet. Usually, a mansion like this would have some signs of life, but today, the long hallways felt completely empty. The air was entirely still, and the lack of noise made the hair on my arms stand up. In my experience, whenever this estate became this quiet, it usually meant Vivienne was plotting something incredibly stupid in her room. She wasn't the type to just sit around and accept defeat after the mashed potato disaster from last night. I stood by the grand staircase, adjusting the collar of my dark dress shirt. I looked over at my head of security, who was standing near the front door reviewing the morning log. "Where is my sister?" I asked, my voice dropping into a low, serious baritone. "Miss Vivienne has been in her room since dawn, sir," the guard replied quietly. "She hasn't requested any breakfast trays

Lucien’s POV I was in the middle of a board meeting downtown when my personal phone started vibrating completely off the hook. I was sitting at the head of the giant glass table in the penthouse conference room, surrounded by twenty of my top directors, listening to a boring presentation about quarterly profit margins. I usually kept my phone face down, but the non-stop, violent buzzing against the wood made me frown. I picked it up, and my heart did a quick thump when I saw a string of urgent text alerts from the security team back at the house. I opened the primary message from the headguard, and the words made my jaw instantly clench. “Sir, immediate emergency at the estate. Mrs. Knight just cornered Miss Vivienne in the grand foyer. She is currently screaming at her, and things are escalating way faster than the potato fight from yesterday. We need you back here immediately before someone gets physically