Abandoned Wife Lucian Novels & Stories

Nick snarled, "Lucian, stop lying to yourself! From the beginning until now, it was always you who abandoned Marisol. You left her behind and pushed her away, over and over again, until she finally broke. You're nothing but a coward! "You can't even admit. If not for your schemes, Sol and I would've been married years ago. You ruined us!" At those words, Lucian's eyes burned crimson, and his composure shattered. Like a man possessed, he lunged and slammed Nick to the ground. His fists pounded him with brutal force. Blood splattered violently with each blow.

The memory clawed its way up—filthy words, cruel laughter, hands reaching— He squeezed his eyes shut. Lucian’s grip on his shoulder gentled. "You think running from me will save you?" Lucian murmured. "You’re alone now. No family. No friends. No home." Elias’s throat closed. He forced himself to look up, defiant despite the terror clawing at him. "You don't know anything about me." Lucian’s silver eyes gleamed. "I know enough," he said, voice like smoke. "I know the Everstones cast you out like trash. I know their precious heir cried wolf and you took the fall."

"But don't worry, I don't love Julian. The second I get what's mine, I'm coming to you." "Even if you have to hide me away, even if I'm only ever the other woman, I don't care. And if you don't want my son…" By the timestamps, Lucian hadn't made her wait a single second for the reply. "I'll take care of your son to the end, and I will never let you be the other woman." "As for Vivian, I've already had her dosed. The doctor says she'll never be able to have children." "When the time comes, that's the reason we'll use to push her out of the family."

“Not after what you just tried to do to my wife outside that door.” My stomach dropped. Elena’s gun wavered, her attention splitting between the confrontation now unfolding and her own standoff with Matteo. “What is he talking about?” I asked, though some sick part of me already suspected. “Ask your husband what he did the night our father chose him over me,” Lucian said, ignoring my question entirely, his eyes locked on Dante with a bitterness two decades old finally boiling to the surface. “Ask him how it felt to watch me carried out of that burning wine cellar and decide, right there, that I wasn’t worth the risk of acknowledging.”

“Get rid of it. Vivienne and I already have a daughter.” That was my husband’s response when I told him I was pregnant. Vivienne was my apprentice. Lucian was my mate—the Alpha who had fought beside me, taken bullets for me, and promised me a lifetime together. Their affair had started the night we formed our bond. Now he wanted me to lose our child because he had promised her that no other woman would bear his children. Before my mother died, she left four prophecies inside me. The first two saved my life. The third warned me never to marry Lucian. I should have listened. But when the fourth prophecy finally appears, it gives me an order I can’t accept: Do not sever the mate bond. L

I loved my husband, Damian, for fifteen years—from school uniforms to a wedding dress. Everyone said he doted on me down to his bones. Until I saw him with my own eyes, shielding another woman in his arms. All because of one absurd misunderstanding, he chose to cheat on me as payback—and even let his mistress get pregnant without a flicker of guilt. I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene. I just smiled and tricked him into signing the divorce papers, ready to disappear from his world for good. But I never expected that his best friend, Lucian, had been waiting for me in the shadows all along. I used to think he was gloomy, that he hated me. I never knew that he had loved me for fifteen yea

“Julian, please, I’m the victim here. She’s attacking me for no reason. All I did was call you when I needed help—” “Victim?” Vanessa laughed sharply. “Yes you’re the problem. Imagine calling someone’s husband at midnight just because of a convenient little cut?” Vanessa turned back to Julian. “Look at you, siding with your mistress while your wife is here sick. Shame on you, Julian.” For a moment, I saw something in Julian’s face—his eyes moved back to me, really looked at me this time. His expression cracked, just slightly. Guilt, maybe regret. His hand lifted an inch, like he might reach for me.

“ It only makes you look like a lunatic. Quiet the act, princess. You think this is a movie show right?” "You fucking asshole,” I yelled, my eyes blurred with my own tears. I couldn’t think twice as my hand met his face. I slapped him so hard that his head flew in the opposite direction. " Now you call me a lunatic? Aren’t you the one I should be calling that? You killed my husband, ordered your men to do whatever they wish with me and now what? You showed up like a demi-god.” Luciano didn’t reply to me nor did he utter any word. Instead he climbed down the podium and headed straight to the exit door of the room. That slap must have hurt his ego so much.

He just watched the pieces of the vase settle on the wall and then the floor. "You're not a traitor," he said quietly. "I'm a Blackthorne's wife, Lucian! No matter how many papers I sign, no matter how many people I train with... I am the woman he chose. And he’s never going to let me forget it." I slumped against the wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor, surrounded by the shards of my own life. I buried my face in my hands and finally, truly, let the devastation win.

Lisa turned to Santiago and Luciana who at that moment was tasting her glass of wine. —Do you also want to get married here? — Luciana immediately began to cough, the wine had gone the other way when she heard the woman utter words, Santiago had also been surprised, but he did not dislike the idea, especially since he had not planned to remarry. A frightened Irina ran up to her friend and started hitting her back. —Don't worry, honey, nothing's wrong. — Luciana just nodded, to let him know that she was fine. -I said something wrong? —the lady asked, scared.