Abandoned Wife Lucian Novels & Stories

While I was processing the paperwork, a few of them had a moment free and came over to chat. "Elena, did you hear about that vampire aristocrat? Blackthorne, or something?" My pen stopped mid-signature. A bad feeling settled in my stomach. "He came in today with his wife for a checkup. She'd barely nicked her hand — you'd think it was a state emergency, the fuss they made. Vampires heal before they even get through the door." In four years of marriage, Lucien had never publicly acknowledged me. To avoid complications, only my advisor at school knew who my husband was.

A chill ran through my whole body, so sharp it stole my breath. “Especially Serafina,” Lucian said with a quiet laugh. “She still thinks I was the one who pulled her out under gunfire when she was kidnapped by a rival family at sixteen. Later, at that charity gala, she thought I was the one who made her stop and listen to that piano piece all the way through. She has no idea both times it was Cassian.” There was a pause, then he added, almost lazily, “She thinks I’m the one she never forgot. The truth is, the person she could never get out of her head was always Cassian.”

He didn't know that he wanted to leave or that he needed it, until his brother made the mention of leaving that place. Although the word "abandon" was not to Charisse's liking, because it made her nostalgic. Their father had abandoned them, their mother had died, years later they learn that their father had also died and as if they were not many misfortunes, they are left without money. But luckily Jared finished his university studies and was able to get a good job at Graham Group, the rest that happened did not exist in Charisse's mind, because she was in a coma, she did not know the course that Jared's life took or his friendship with Robert.

A subtle reminder that the next cut won’t be metaphorical. “You see, Julian,” I say softly, “not only does my wife hate your fucking guts, so does your son. And if you don’t give me something, I’m going to let him take that disappointment out on your bones.” He turns toward me. One eye is swollen shut. The other barely open. His mouth’s a mess of broken teeth and blood. He’s a ruin. A living warning. And still, the bastard has the audacity to sneer. “It doesn’t matter where she is, Luciano,” he spits. “She was never yours. She was only ever a decoy—meant to distract you while we took what we needed.”

After we finished our little chat, I decided to introduce him to Megan and her sister Celene. “Forgive my manners, Lucian,” I said, turning to the ladies. “This is my wife, Megan, and that is my sister-in-law, Celene.” Lucian’s gaze lingered on Celene for a few awkward seconds before he stretched out a hand to Megan. “You are as beautiful as they say,” he complimented her like a charmer that he was. “Hey, Lu, are you trying to steal my wife or something?” I joked but at that moment, Lucian was already shaking Celene’s hand and he was not letting go.

I had been arm twisted into accepting my fate, into swallowing the bitter pie placed in my mouth by force. The devil was waiting to usher me into his so called paradise. If death was an option here I would choose it with pride. Rotimi had plan but just in case it fails am done. Clemont Hill... I heard he already has two young wives. He has been through a dozen of divorces already. Was I going to be the next divorcee in the city? Or will he just kill me just the way he has done with many others who tresspased his lanes?

"No. God, no. But I also don't want to run. Don't want to teach Elena that Darren Blake still has power over us." "He does have power over us. He always will. That's what abusers do. They leave marks that don't fade." I moved to the kitchen window, looking out at our quiet street. Thirteen years we'd lived here. Thirteen years of peace. "Marcus called while you were upstairs," Kai said. "He tracked down how Darren got Elena's number. Someone at her school. A secretary who believed his redemption story and thought she was helping a reformed man reconnect with his past."

"Last night, he called off our marriage, but his father disagreed with him, even threatening him, but that didn't change his mind. If he hadn't fallen in love with Nina, how could he have canceled our marriage because of her?" Everyone grew silent. The thought back about Lucian's recent abnormal behavior. They started to suspect too. "Lucian, have you really fallen for Nina?" asked one of his closest friends cautiously. Lucian, who had always been silent, suddenly smashed the bottle in his hand. He turned his reddened eyes toward everyone. "Yes! I have fallen for her! You have a problem with that?" He was living in hell for the past few days, constantly drinking himself drunk while looking a

[Elara] "It absolutely is." [Lucian] Elara shook her head while trying to stop smiling. "You called me a traitor." "Because you are one." [Lucian] "I said nothing!" [Elara] "That was the problem." [Lucian] Elara laughed again, leaning back in her seat. Lucian shook his head. "My own wife abandoning me in front of my entire family." "You were and still are being dramatic." Elara pointed out. "They accused me of exhausting you." Lucian sighed.

“Stupid? How can you say that? You don’t know the pain I went through! You don’t know how much it hurt me to not be able to provide for my son! You don’t know anything, Lucian Sadharthe! I thought that last night that you proposed to me to be your wife and I accepted, it was because you were going to respect my decisions, not to hide me with your power and use me when you needed it the most!” Angrily, Lucian looked at her. “If I proposed to you to be my wife, it was because I want to protect you with my power! And that’s what I’m going to do, I’ll be the one to deliver the goods. And don’t come, let me fix this!” And without further ado, Lucian left. Madeline watched the scene with wide open