Jean-luc Bilodeau Wife Novels & Stories

I'm sure Wilbet had her sign an NDA because the number of times she had covered up bruises with makeup would make any ordinary makeup artist worry. We finally entered the main area of the gala, and just as I had predicted, it looked boring and gloomy. Numerous men and women shook hands with Wilbet while I smiled and nodded, answering the occasional polite question thrown my way. This was exactly what Wilbet wanted—a docile wife who did as she was told and didn’t talk too much. As we made our way to our assigned seats, a woman approached us. A very beautiful woman. Emile. The daughter of the French president and—more importantly—Wilbet’s former lover.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” Lucille smiled, “It’s okay. It’s been a long time.” She stopped and looked at Judiel, “The woman I am with is not our mother. My real mother also died together with my father.” Judiel can’t say anything of what he heard. All he thinks is that Lucille and Lucky still have a parent. “I’m sorry,” he said. And was about to stand up, but Lucille stopped him. “It’s okay, and I am okay. Life is cruel towards us, but everything is fine….”

Suddenly, at the same time, an elegant woman with an old money aura appeared. "Have you two taken care of the paperwork?" The woman approached Aaron. "Yes, dear." Aaron held the woman's waist. She was Lucie. Aaron's wife. The woman looked at Bella with a cynical gaze. "You're fertile, right?" She asked in a dismissive tone. "Don't make me disappointed!"

"Don't make a fuss, Jean. We're husband and wife. Which pair of husband and wife don't sleep together?" Jean's eyes darkened. Gazing at him sharply, she said, "We're not husband and wife, Tyler. Don't forget, I wasn't the one who married you." Tyler raised his eyebrows and looked at her deeply. His tone grew serious. "But it was always you by my side. Whether it was five years ago or five years from now, it will always be you." Jean was moved when she heard that. She gradually stopped struggling and said, "So Lilian, Esme, and Joyce are all non-existent?"

As he trailed off after them with Butler Lee behind his back, the two tried keeping to shadow so as not to be caught by them as he was aware of how smart the two could be at times, especially his loveless partner. The man suddenly heard a snippet of their conversation which drifted toward him, “And the fact remains that your brother has married me to be part of his life forever which means I'm one step ahead of knowing everything about my husband.” Lucien was shocked and speechless, never was he expecting to hear his wife say something like that behind him. He never thought the woman could be that thoughtful which ended up putting a big smile on the man's face. “But she could have intentiona

And that’s when I heard it. A woman’s voice. “Lucien.” My heart dropped instantly. My eyes moved toward the reception area outside Lucien’s office. Someone was sitting at my desk. A woman. Elegant. Beautiful. Watching us calmly. Maricel Alexier. Lucien’s wife.

Williamson said. “Please, don’t mind me ladies but I have heard a rumour today. My maids were watching some viral video on the internet. They told me that Xavier Linwood’s first wife is back and you had a duel with her.” The same lady whom I recognized said with a malicious smirk. My face turned pale. I was dreading this moment. I stole a glance at Mrs. Williamson who was silent on this remark.

The affair had gone on for months. Then she had run away. Lucien Delano had been devastated, going around like a crazed animal when she had disappeared. When he brought her back, the two children with her, he had known that Lucien would never leave her. Inspite of all the women he had thrown in Lucien's way, the Don had remained obsessed with his wife. Sure, he had f*cked the wh*res he had sent to the Boss but eh man remained steadfast in his devotion to his wife.

“I went back six years, a year before she married Lucian. I got into archived surveillance, travel logs, financial traces, everything I could access and was finally able to get some footages of Elena and Nathan.” I held my breath as my grip on the phone tightened. “What’s on the footage?” “Mehn… they are both a piece of dirty work,” she replied, her tone dripping with a kind of disgust that made my stomach turn. “She was still involved with Nathan even after she got married to Lucian and even after your engagement with that piece of shit. I’m sure she was getting him all the information he needed on Delacroix.” “I suspected as much,” I muttered.