Imogen Lucie Of Leak Novels & Stories

Was I going crazy? Lucy noticed what made me stop and just smiled. “It’s her doppelgänger, not her,” she said. “What do you mean, doppelgänger?” I asked, unwilling to accept it. “She’s Emily Roux Moreau,” Lucy said, and I snapped my head back to look at her. That name sounded extremely familiar. “She’s Aiden Roux Moreau’s sister, and they co-lead the Rock Reel pack. As you might already know, the Rock Reel pack is one of the most successful packs in Paris, if not the world,” she explained.

And apparently, the best place to start was the company Reese had spent years managing. "Yes, Boss." Hayden turned and left. The door closed behind him. Lucien remained alone in his office. His gaze drifted toward the file containing Doctor Esme's information. He slowly picked up the file again. His fingers rested against the photograph of Doctor Esme's medical conference appearance. It wasn't clear enough to show her face. Moreover, she was wearing a nose mask so that made it even harder to distinguish her features. Lucien stared at it for a long moment. Then, for reasons he couldn't explain, Nova's face appeared in his mind again.

Except I couldn’t even manage that. The early flickering flames were extinguished by the rainstorm. Then I realised by starting a great big fucking fire in the middle of nowhere I would only be attracting more attention to myself. “Hey Maddox,” came a soft, childlike voice. Watching like a ghoul a few metres away stood Imogen. Her auburn hair and golden eyes are just like Thalia’s except she was much more petite. Draped in a heavy maroon cloak against the rain and black leather boots she looks like a twisted Red Riding Hood.

“Of course. I know that you need much money for your family. But don’t ever think that your sacrifice will make your self be valuable. We don’t need your heart, Bella. We only need your body.” Bella didn’t respond. She walked away before her emotions erupted. She knew ..., if she was crying in front of a woman like Lucienne, would only be seen as a weakness. As the door closed behind her, Lucienne looked out the window with a cold gaze. "That machine must quickly produce an heir for the Lockwood family," She muttered. * ******** * Lucie's front door closed behind her with a soft click, but it echoed loudly in Bella's chest. She walked slowly to the car waiting for her in front of the gate,

"I tried to stop her. She just... she started throwing things. She wouldn't listen." "It’s okay, Mrs. Gable," I said, my voice sounding hollow even to my own ears. I reached out to touch Leena’s hair, but the girl shied away, burying her face in the nanny’s shoulder. The heavy thud-thud-thud of a suitcase being dragged down the hallway echoed through the hollow space. Lucy appeared. She was wearing a trench coat, her eyes hidden behind oversized dark glasses, her jaw set in a line so hard it looked like stone. M

Jenn's POV "I promise I had no idea this girl was your Mate, King Lucien. I would never hurt the Queen. Lucy never told me who she was when she asked me to get rid of her," Don said. Lucien was looking at him with darkened eyes. I knew his wolf was at the surface and wanted to kill Rogue. "I never told him to do anything to your Mate, King Lucien. I walked over here and saw them together," Lucy lied, and Lucien's eyes immediately went to her. He was looking at her with so much hatred.

Nicholas said and left without further exchange of words from either of them. Lucien knew he had to go. Not because he wanted to but he knew better. Maybe going would make his father back off a little bit. He would meet with her simply for formalities. The next day, Lucien headed out to slush cafe. When he arrived, he picked a spot and sat. The view was beautiful- Humans going about their day peacefully, without a care in the world. A few minutes later, a lady walked up to him, she looked like she was in her middle twenties. Black long and lush hair.

"There are many things I’m not telling you, Lucian. But don't worry. You’ll find out everything... eventually." She stepped out, the doors closing behind her. Lucian stood in the center of the room, the ghost of her perfume mocking him. He looked down at the table and saw a small, laminated card she had "accidentally" left behind. It was a photo ID for a prestigious New York preschool. On it, a small boy with Lucian’s exact brow and stormy gray eyes stared back at him. Underneath the photo, the name read: Leo Vance. Lucian’s world went black at the edges.

Isla The echo of Lucien’s press conference still rippled through every facet of my world. I hadn’t left the penthouse since the broadcast aired, afraid of what the outside world might look like now that my most guarded truth had become a headline. Lucien had claimed us—me and Leo—with a billionaire’s flair and a father’s raw conviction. The entire world now knew I was the woman he’d lost once and wouldn’t lose again. And Leo? Leo was no longer a secret. He was Lucien Wolfe’s heir.

“And keep fighting anyway.” --- Selene joined them near dawn the next day, her expression dark with unspoken knowledge. She carried an old leather-bound ledger in her hand, one that had been hidden in the vault they’d bled to access. “This is why he wants you so badly,” she said, offering the book to Emily. Emily took it with careful hands. The spine was almost gone, and the cover was broken. The page names, dates, and the unadulterated reality of Lucien's crimes were all splattered with secrets by the faded ink when she opened it.