Novel & Cerita Jessica Lucas Married

But the five years after… "Michael signed the divorce papers. He wants to leave me." Her voice came out dry and hollow. Ryan's face broke into a smile. "Isn't that a good thing? You said you were tired of him." Jessica shook her head slowly. "Ryan, you need to leave. Take Noah and go. I'm not divorcing Michael. I love him. What I had with you was just… entertainment. A fling." Before Ryan could say anything, Jessica grabbed the suitcase he had packed for her. She pulled out a blank check and held it out to him. "Fill in whatever amount you want."

she called. I laughed and walked toward her. Lucas moved to a corner table where he could see everything without being part of it. Emily leaned forward, eyes sparkling. “Who is the bodyguard?” “He's quite a catch” she smirked, taking a glance at Lucas “He's Lucas, one of Ryan's men” I said, taking a seat beside her “Don't tell me you like him” I teased She laughed and grabbed my hands. “I just got back and what do I hear? You’re getting married! Married! And you didn’t tell me?”

"Lena, I was wrong! I know I was wrong! Please, can you just forgive me this once?" He grabbed the hem of my pants, tears streaming down his face. "We have a child together. Lucas is your flesh and blood. For his sake, please give me one more chance." "Our child?" I ripped his hand away, and my voice could have frozen the room. "You have the nerve to bring up our child?"

“Don’t start.” “I’ll never get over it,” I teased anyway. “Her husband and my best friend, and she thought you were his side piece? Wild. Like, N*****x couldn’t write drama that juicy.” “Not funny,” she muttered, but the corners of her mouth betrayed her. She sipped her wine to hide it. “It’s hilarious,” I argued. “Anyway, Liam’s basically married to Jessica’s boss now. What’s his name? Lucas? Something like that.” She shook her head, half amused, half annoyed. “You’re terrible.”

As his wife, he actually wanted you to be present for that moment, but you were fooling around with some other man! "Jessica, Michael was better and smarter than you back in college. But he gave up his bright future and married you because he felt guilty about what happened after his father drugged you. And after ten years of marriage, he couldn't even afford to buy a burial plot for his mother!" Jessica's hands were trembling as she propped herself up against the ground. Instinctively, she wanted to cover her ears and stop listening to Jack.

Damian watched the board he had once commanded now steer funds toward kindness, and that sight softened him in ways that made his jaw unclench. One late afternoon, Victoria arrived with the final wedding details: small, private, offline. She had found a town hall garden where the city allowed two witnesses and a quiet afternoon. Beatrice insisted on handling the paperwork with the same efficiency that had saved them so many times. Jonah arranged a playlist that made everyone in the apartment smile—a ridiculous mix of pop songs that would always remind them of something reckless and good. Detective McArthur sent a cordial note: “If you two are smart enough to stay together after this, I’ll ma

Just stood taller, finally claiming what was always his. The air in the cavernous war room crackled with candlelight and ancient breath. The Drăghici crest, once burned into a desk, now burned into memory, sat between them all, stamped in dried blood on the map. Damian stood at the head of the table, eyes locked on the coordinates inked in his palm. "The girl they took from me," he said, voice low, "isn't a hostage." He looked up. Fire glinted in his stare. "She's my wife, and she's the reckoning." One of the loyalists whispered, "Where is she?"

chuckled Devin. “What if they want a divorce?” asked Sean. “Sean,” warned Devin. “Shut up! We’ve still got time to deal with that problem. The point here is that my dream has finally come true; Miss Rachel Lloyd has finally become Mrs. Jake Crighton and it was about time!”

He instructed, Kennth nod in affirmation and walked out. Someone barged in right after, Lucas didn’t bother to lift his eyes to see who just walked in…he knows it’s none other than Tara. “You don’t come home last night, Lucas. Did you sleep in the office?” Tara snapped at him and Lucas squeezed his eyes shut. “I’m sorry, Tara. I’ve just been busy with Kate’s case, I need to catch the culprit,” Lucas simply told her but Tara scoffed loudly. “Seriously Lucas?! Our wedding is on the way and all you could think of is a lying woman?” Tara retorted, her face burning.

Dominic Lancaster’s presence was suffocating. He looked at Sophia Harrington, and in that moment, it felt as though he could see the darkest secret of her. Sophia flinched and her composure cracked. She took a small step back, clutching her crutch tighter, her voice soft and pitiful. “Yes. Isabella said… if my brother Adrian broke up with Clara, she would agree to be with him.” Dominic let out a derisive laugh, though the sound carried no humor. His gaze was icy, lethal.