Abandoned Wife Lucian Novels & Stories

“Thank you, Theo. What you’ve done for me today, no one else would have.” “You’re welcome.” He met my hand with a wide smile. “If you ever need me, I’m just a call away. But for that.” He paused with a chuckle. “We’ll need to exchange numbers.” “No need for that.” A harsh voice cut in, I turned around to find Lucian, his eyes brimming with contempt. “There is no need for anyone to take care of my wife.” “Lucian, please—” He didn’t let me finish. “First, you lie about being pregnant, and now, you’re flirting with another man?”

"There isn’t one." Seraphina turned sharply to face him, her nails digging into her palms. "You can’t keep me here against my will" A smirk tugged at Lucian’s lips. "Legally, I can. You’re my wife, and under the law, I have every right to—" "I don’t care about your damn laws!" she snapped. "You lost the right to control me the day I walked away." Lucian’s jaw tightened, but his smirk didn’t falter. Instead, he took slow, measured steps toward her, forcing her back until she hit the edge of the bed. He leaned in slightly, his voice dangerously soft.

Now that the truth was laid bare, Jennifer, her cheek swollen from his slap, no longer bothered pretending. "Your wife was lying right next to you, yet you chose to sleep with me instead. Who's the filthy one here? Men are all the same. Wives can't compare to mistresses, and mistresses can't compare to secret affairs. If I had married you back then, do you think there would've been room for a pathetic fool like Summer?" Lucian's face and lips turned deathly pale. Yes, he had wanted to be with me, but deep down, he had always looked down on my devotion. He believed that I would never leave him no matter what he did.

Either way, I wasn’t falling for it. Before I could end the call a second time, I heard him again. “I may be dead to you, but that’s not going to stop me from getting you back. You are my wife, and I will not stand by and watch another man make a move on you.” I was stunned. I felt like someone had ripped my tongue out—I had nothing to say. What the fuck was he even talking about? My eyes widened as I processed Lucian’s words. “What?” I let out involuntarily.

“Daddy! Stop shouting. You should be a good dad. To everybody. Even Mommy.” The room stilled. Lucian’s eyes finally lifted to me. Cold. Sharp. Guarded. Zane leaned back in his chair slowly, studying him. “Wow. You yell at her in front of your kid? That’s the man you became?” “She doesn’t get to walk out whenever she wants. She’s my wife,” Lucian said through clenched teeth. Zane raised a brow. “A contract wife, bro.” Lucian’s nostrils flared. “Lillian,” he said tightly. “Go upstairs. I’ll call you soon.”

Lucian whispered as he began to kiss her jaw with a renewed and frantic energy. "I loved the way you told her that I was your husband and I loved the way you chose me over your own blood. Now that the trash has been taken out I think it is time we go back to our original plan for the day." He began to pull the silk duvet over their heads to create a dark and private world where only the two of them existed and Gwen realized that while she had successfully destroyed her enemies she had also successfully made herself the only thing left in Lucian's universe.

my father said at last. "Fair." Elias seemed to taste the word and find it bitter. "Then you'll have it. Lucian will be married to me in two weeks. The Lawrence name will sit over the Laurent name, and your shipping contracts will be honoured by my people for as long as I live. That is fair." He picked up his wine. "Anything beyond that is not a matter of fairness. It's a matter of what you're willing to lose." My father swallowed. For the first time that evening, he looked at me the way he had looked at the contracts: as though I were a figure that might not add up.

"No. This is our child. It is the fruit of our love. How can you be so cruel to me and our baby?" As Vincent pleaded through his choked sobs, a dull ache settled over Lucian’s heart. In his previous life, when he lost both legs and struggled to survive, did Bianca and Vincent also look forward to bringing a new life into the world? Exhausted, Lucian turned and walked away. He returned to his room and added several more pages to the ten-thousand-word report he wrote to expose everything. He thought that before he left, he had to get justice, not only for himself, but for his father as well.

She was looking out over the mountain pass, completely focused on the horizon and her back turned to him as if he were nothing more than a passing shadow in the dark. For two years, Lucian had chased the Legacy Director, obsessing over the mysterious entity that was systematically tearing his global empire to pieces. He had spent millions of dollars on forensic data analysts and private intelligence firms after which he was convinced that a powerful foreign syndicate was trying to break him. Now, as he cleared the dirt from the very infrastructure she had wrested from his control, the truth was a suffocating weight in his chest. His quiet, submissive wife hadn't just walked out on their marr

I asked as we settled into chairs at a table closer to the stage. Winter leaned in closer to me as if she and I were sharing secrets. "Lucian used to date Yurissa for over 2 years. They were almost married, until rumor got out that Yurissa was pregnant and get this, people were saying Lucian wasn't the father. He dumped that bitch faster than you could say damn." Winter grinned as if this piece of information was a holy grail. "I mean totally agree with him. His father practically paid her a crap ton of money to leave the state and never show up again. You can't taint the King name by having a bastard born into Lucian's name."