Jessica Lucas Husband Novels & Stories

"What did you just say?" Jessica took a deep breath and walked up to me. Her hand settled on the back of my neck. Her thumb slowly stroked my skin. "His depression is flaring up again. He's holding broken glass and won't let anyone near him. Zac, this is about someone's life. "It's only a few minutes. It doesn't affect the real vows. The Solomon family's official son-in-law will still be you." She was taking away my place as the groom and walking down the aisle to another man.

“You're lucky, ma'am. It seems like Sir. Gabriel loves you so much, unlike my ex-husband who cheated on me!" Celina’s throat closed up. She blinked rapidly, fighting the rising tide of panic and disbelief. “Yes. That’s… right.” She forced a nod, swallowing hard. “We’ve been married. W-We are doing great." Marissa gave an understanding nod and smiled warmly. “He’s so proud of you. I always thought you two made a great couple. It’s nice to finally put a face to the name.” Celina’s knees felt weak. A cold wave washed over her as Marissa’s words settled into her like icy needles. The man she had been sharing stolen moments with—the man who whispered sweet promises and touched her like she was th

Fred agreed with a smile. He took another sip, and only then did he catch on. "Mr. Yates, I don't think I've told you my niece's name is Chelsey. Do you know her?" Lucas knew he had slipped up. He coughed lightly and decided to tell the truth. "To be honest with you, I'm Chelsey's ex-husband. She got together with Timothy after our divorce." He enunciated each word with difficulty. Over the past few months, Lucas truly felt the pain of losing Chelsey.

Jess pulled away from Lucas and looked at me frowning and I imitated her, both of us holding an arm around Lucas' neck as we looked at each other in a daze, Lucas holding his hands on our hips and looking away from me to her. "She’s unbearable," Jess said, looking over at Lucas, "She spends all day having erotic thoughts about getting banged on every surface of the house by my brother," she said disgustedly. "It’s not my fault if my husband fucks me like a god," I answered proudly. "Please don’t" Jess shook her head. "I agree with May this time," said Lucas and I immediately mouthed at Jess "If I had a husband like Nate, I would spend the whole day thinking at the ways he could fuck me," she

As he had too many family members that he couldn't remember all of them, he didn't know about this particular cousin of his. His name was Justin Hernandez. He died in a car accident a few years ago, as a father of one child and a husband. Savannah's former husband. Lucas' had a tangled feeling in his heart. Somehow, he had a feeling that he was going to unravel some secrets, and it started with this one. He put on a pondering look as his hand played with a pen, hitting it on the table absentmindedly. He exhaled a mouthful of air just as a knock on the door disturbed his thoughts.

Lucas's final visit to me was probably because he had no other options left. He looked at me with red eyes and asked, "It was you, right? "You promised..." I interrupted him. "Lucas, these are two separate matters. "I've said it before, both murder and embezzling company funds are illegal.” "But you promised! She's my mom, your mother-in-law, and I'm the one you married! Not Arthur!" He grabbed my shoulders and shouted with anguish, "We're not divorced yet, and Billy is still my child.

It hit his arm just as he fired again, sending his shot wide. Damien seized the opening, rolled out, and tackled him. The gun clattered across the floor. “Who hired you?” Damien hissed, pinning him down. The man laughed blood on his lip, eyes burning. “You really want to know?” “Yes.” He leaned close enough for me to hear. “Your little boyfriend’s cousin.” My world tilted. Damien’s jaw clenched. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” The man grinned. “Ask him what Lucas was doing at ArconTech headquarters last month.”

"Spending his wife's money, sleeping with his wife's husband, and then trying to take his wife's life -- she deserves everything she gets!" Enraged internet users doxxed her and tracked down the cheap basement apartment where she was hiding. Lily stared at the screen, flooded with a wall of blood-red "DROP DEAD" comments. Outside her door, the pounding and the screaming never stopped. She clamped her hands over her ears in terror, let out one hopeless shriek, and smashed her phone screen with her trembling fists.

“You think I don’t care? That I don’t notice when you shut yourself off?” “I’m not the one shutting down,” I said quietly. He took a step closer, the tension between us like a wire ready to snap. “You think this is easy for me? Balancing business, the press, my family....” “I never asked you to.” He stopped. The silence after that hit harder than any argument. I turned away, my hands shaking slightly. “Adrian… I just want to know where we stand. What we are.” When he spoke again, his voice was softer. “You’re my husband.”

With that, I turned around and dialed the number for the police. “Officer, I want to report a crime! My husband transferred my premarital assets without my consent to his mistress!” “I suspect they are plotting something!”