Abandoned Wife Lucian Novels & Stories

“He left her, Bella. He’s been trying to do right by Sofia. The separation was mutual...” “Mutual?” I laughed harshly and ugly. “She’s homeless, Lucian. Living on the street with a four-year-old because he decided he wanted a new life. A new city. A new woman. Me.” Lucian’s face drained of color. “That's not true...” “Of course it is !” I shouted, my voice breaking. “He was too busy playing the hero. Too busy making me feel safe. Too busy falling in love with me while his wife cried herself to sleep wondering where her husband went.”

Elara leaned into him, a soft, content expression on her face that Lucian realized, with a sickening jolt, he had never once seen directed at him. His ex-wife, the woman he had discarded, was dancing with another man, radiating a happiness that he had brutally stolen from her. The sight was a knife twisting in his gut. He knew then. He hadn't just lost a wife. He had lost everything. And he would tear the world apart to get it back. As the waltz swirled, Lucian felt a sudden, piercing chill. He looked down at his hand, and for a fleeting moment, he could almost feel the phantom weight of a tiny, trusting hand in his. A hand he had never held. A future he had destroyed.

"That’s my problem, not yours—don’t worry about it. But if you have ideas for how to get back at Lucas and his mistress, it’s up to you. Just remember this, Lucia: the best way to get revenge on my worthless nephew is to stand by me as my wife. Lucas is only after my company and everything I own. I have the money, power, and influence to turn his life upside down and teach him a lesson he’ll never forget." Lucia fell silent for a moment, considering his words. He was right—she’d already started the act by pretending to have amnesia and believing she was married to him. Besides, she couldn’t go back to her own parents. She’d left them to be with Lucas, and if she returned now, admitting they

I think about the divorce signature. The word slams like a door. Like a judgment. Like a punishment. And yet, I'm the one who will sign it. I'm the one who will make it real. Because I no longer have a choice. I already lost myself by staying. I can't afford to lose myself again by retreating. But it hurts. Terribly. I think of him. Of Marius. Of the way he used to look at me. Before. Before she arrived. Before I became too simple, too sad, too transparent. Before he abandoned me to glorify her instead.

I leaned down, pressing both palms flat against his ruined desk until my face was six inches from his. "And you are sitting here crying over a dead girl who turned out to be smarter than you." Lucian’s jaw twitched. A faint, dark flame flickered behind his dead eyes, but the fire was weak, smothered beneath six months of suffocating remorse and the sudden, brutal realization that he had been played for a fool by both his mistress and his wife. "Leave," he rasped, his voice sounding like two dry stones scraping together. "I’m handling it."

Lorenzo’s voice sounded like a dying beast, screaming my name through the torrential rain. He refused to leave. He stubbornly believed that if he knelt in the rain long enough, just like he did years ago, my heart would soften. He thought I would come out holding an umbrella and bring him home, just like I did when I was eighteen. Unfortunately, the Elena who loved him died the night he abandoned her. "Make him shut up." I set down my glass of red wine, draped a black cashmere coat over my shoulders, and walked out of the main building.

Then he’d hung up on me. “Is that so,” I said, my expression blank. “Betrayed you how exactly?” “She was my wife. But she cheated on me,” Lucian replied curtly. “She had an affair with another man and became pregnant with his child. It destroyed our marriage. Hence the hatred towards her.” “Hmmm,” I replied, narrowing my eyes. “And you had proof, did you? That this child wasn’t yours? That your wife, in fact, betrayed you?”

His pitch black eyes bore directly into Vivienne's terrified face with the absolute, freezing void of an executioner. "My wife," Lucian growled, his voice a demonic, suffocating whisper that carried perfectly through the dead silent ballroom, "does not want to be one of you. Because from this exact second forward, she completely owns you." Vivienne's face drained of all blood. She shrank entirely under the crushing weight of his dominance. "If you ever step within ten feet of her again," Lucian vowed coldly, "I will not just buy your family's legacy. I will entirely erase the Kensington name from the history of this country. Walk away."

But the smile on his face sent ice down my spine. “You think this is over?” Damian wheezed, spitting blood onto the concrete. “You’ve won nothing, Kane. Nothing.” Lucian took a menacing step forward. “Stay down if you want to live long enough to see a prison cell.” Damian’s gaze slid to me, cruel and knowing. “Tell your husband what I told you, Lila. About the miscarriage. About how I enjoyed breaking you from afar.” Lucian’s entire body vibrated with lethal rage. “What did you just say?”

she said as I sighed in relive. "Okay kids my mate and I will be heading to bed now so Good night."dad said intertwine his hand s with Jane's. "Good night."came both our replies as we headed upstairs. Luciana's pov "Such a scheming man whore."snow sneered at the back of my mind as caspien followed behind me to my room. "I thought wolves crave after their mates?."I asked snow."of course they do it's just that am no ordinary wolf and I don't want a mate that thinks am weak."snow. snort with disgust.