Abandoned Wife Lucian Novels & Stories

“Just the girl who kept Ari alive? The woman you married to save your image? Am I just collateral in your war against Derek and Vivian?” “You are my wife,” he said, the words laced with steel. “In the public eye. In Ari’s life. You are not collateral.” “But you’re still going to marry her.” Silence stretched. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t deny it. Eva’s voice trembled with heartbreak she hadn’t expected to feel. “How do you reconcile that, Lucian? How do you stand in front of me, day after day, and pretend this isn’t tearing us both apart?”

Not by a long shot. And yet... Lucian stood there calmly, unbothered by the chaos he had just unleashed. His hands were casually tucked into the pockets of his expensive slacks. He didn't even blink. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze locked on Caleb like a predator watching prey. “Yes,” Lucian said, his voice low and definitive. “Raina Drayden. My wife.” Raina’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. Lucian’s gaze flickered toward her briefly — something dark and unreadable in his expression — before he turned back to the room at large.

Adrian said fluidly, pouring a cup of coffee into a dainty cup. “But if you really want to play your role well, you need to understand him. Lucas is…peculiar. He shoulders his empire and doesn't let people too close, even family. Not unless he wants them there.” A puzzled look crossed my face. “So what does he really want with me apart from this shammish marriage?” That question earned a shrug from Adrian. “You'd have to find out for yourself, Miss.Lucia.” I hated the way his answer left me with more questions instead of clarity but before I could try to squeeze more out of him, he received a call. He politely excused himself to take it, leaving me with confusion again.

Leonard’s words lingered in the air for a long moment. Adele stood near the apartment window without answering right away. Meanwhile, Sebastian watched her from the dining table, his jaw tightening slightly. “Adele?” Leonard’s voice lowered. “I’ve done everything.” A coldness slowly entered Adele’s gaze. “And that’s exactly the problem.” Leonard frowned faintly on the other end of the line. “What do you mean?” “You abandoned the woman who just gave birth to your child.” Her tone remained calm. “And now you’re talking as if that proves your love.”

"Lucian, you promised you'd divorce her and marry me! Why are you backing out now? You're lying to me. You know how much I love you—how could you do this?" "Abbie, I'm not lying to you. It's for the sake of the pack's new alliances." Lucian's tone was calm and detached, offering no further explanation. "Lucian, you've fallen for her, haven't you? You've forgotten that I almost died for you. You're completely obsessed with her now! You're all I have. If you don't want me anymore, I'd rather be dead." Abbie's voice grew faint. Before Lucian could respond, she hung up and drove away from the villa.

Three years together. Lucian proposed seventy-seven times. Aurelia said no every single time. The entire family called her ungrateful. How dare she reject the Underboss? But Aurelia knew the truth. Lucian never wanted to marry her in the first place. The first three times, she said yes. She took the ring with tears in her eyes. Each time, his face turned to ice. "A proper woman doesn't give in so easily," he scoffed. She took the hint. She handed the ring back and said no. Only then did his warm smile return. Then came year three. Aurelia overheard that line between him and Bianca, her adopted sister—intimate, sick, and unmistakable. It hit her like a bullet. Lucian never loved her. Not for

I excused myself and went upstairs, relieved that neither of them asked more questions. My phone buzzed as I entered my room. A message from Lucian. LUCIAN: Are you home? I stared at it before replying. ME: Yes. LUCIAN: We need to talk tonight. I sat on the edge of the bed. ME: About what? The typing indicator appeared. Then disappeared. Finally, his response arrived. LUCIAN: My father has made his position clear. I won't let him decide my life for me. I read the message twice.

Seeing me appear, Lucian—still on his knees—brightened instantly. He suddenly rushed forward, trying to grab onto my leg. “Eva, you finally agreed to see me!” He was filthy and reeking, with scars left from where Marisol had scratched him. He looked utterly revolting. I took a step back, and the bodyguards beside me immediately stepped forward, pinning him down and twisting his arms behind his back. “Let me go! I’m Evageline Cross’s husband!” Lucian struggled and shouted, then looked up at me.

"You thought I would stay." That hit him. He took a step toward me. Adrian moved at once. "That's enough." Lucian's voice turned cold. "Move." "No." I looked at Lucian over Adrian's shoulder. "I'm married," I said. "Maybe too late means nothing in your world. It means something in mine." His face went still. "You think I'm here out of guilt?" he asked. I held his gaze. "Aren't you?" "No," he said quietly. And for a second, I believed him.

Five years after falling into the abyss of depression, I finally felt like a human being again. I was back to talking, laughing, eating on my own, and my wife Stella Anderson and I were even expecting our second child. During our New Year's Eve family dinner, my wife’s godbrother, Lucian Smith, got trashed and started boasting through his alcohol-slurred breath. "Must’ve been five years ago." He smirked. "I was going through a brutal breakup, so I took my car out for a reckless joyride while the street cameras were down for maintenance." Lucian took a slow sip of his drink, his expression turning into a sneer. "You won't believe it. Right as I floored it, this stray cat flew right out of