Joseph Lancia Wife Novels & Stories

“Yeah... yeah, I remember. There was a woman listed. I thought she was just a cover identity. But now…” I stepped closer. “You think it could be his wife?” Carlo nodded slowly. “It’s possible. Her name was Lucia….Lucia De Luca. The address linked to her was in the countryside. Northern Italy. Far off grid.” “Damn,” I whispered, more to myself than to him. “He’s married. He’s been hiding a family.” I looked up at Carlo, the thought settling heavy in my chest. “We’re going to pay her a visit.” Carlo raised an eyebrow, skeptical. “You sure that’s the wisest move? We don’t know who she is. We don’t know if she’s involved in any of his dealings.”

“Let me introduce you, Mr. Landry. This is Luna. “She’s my wife. She was in the past, and she’ll continue to be my wife in the future. “The Landry and Lynch families have been nemeses for many years, and for my wife to visit Mrs. Landry while she’s gravely ill is already a generous favor. Please don’t overstep your boundaries, Mr. Landry. “She’ll never return to the Landry family, nor will she need you to make up for your mistakes.” With that, Joshua and Luna disappeared into the elevator.

He hoped and he prayed that Justin Santiago wasn’t a cheater. He wasn’t a cheater. Justin Santiago was a lot of things, but he wasn’t a cheater. He got a lot of advances right after his wedding to Gianna, from a lot of women in her class, some of her bridesmaids—heck even her cousin Clarice sent him a message wanting to talk once.

Cecilia followed his line of sight, and her breath hitched. The elegant woman was none other than Mrs. Sinclair, whom she'd once seen from a distance at a charity gala! Trailed by an entourage that radiated old-money poise and distance, the woman commanded the room. Cecilia instinctively pulled Liam behind a pillar. "That's General Ferdinand Sinclair's wife," she whispered. "I can't believe it. After all these years, she still looks so… radiant." "Is that so?" Liam's response held a thread of coldness he couldn't quite mask.

I blinked my eyes as a code to send them in. "Who says Rio owns this company?" Asked aunt Jane, uncle Rio's first wife, wallowing in, followed by Mr Ridwan Singgih, our lawyer. The woman sitting in front of me started in shock at aunt Jane's speech. "Who are you? Why don't you just go along with it if you don't know what's going on?!" She furiously snapped at aunty Jane. "I am Janetta Theresia's first wife and lawful wife of Mario Vivaldi Chow." Answer aunt Jane while standing next to me.

Sean replied very quickly, “Yes, I have. That man is the sales manager of one of Audi's car dealers, Quincy Matherson. He picked up Miss Lane to purchase her car.” Mason gritted his teeth. “Is he associated with Nathan Lane?” Sean hesitated. “Well… I’m not entirely sure. I need to look into this further.” “Be quick. I want an answer tonight.” “Understood, Mr. Young.” Sean immediately hung up and went to work immediately. Putting his phone away, Mason walked toward the ladies’ section stoically. It was not long before Lucy appeared wearing a white wedding gown. She had a great body and looked quite fairy-like, especially with that demure face of hers.

Luxury cars lined both sides of the street while reporters crowded behind the barricades outside. Camera flashes exploded nonstop, capturing everything going on. They were all desperate for an exclusive story about the union of two of New York's most powerful families. Even through the tinted windows of the limousine, I could hear them shouting. “Elizabeth!” “Miss Lancaster!” “Is this marriage real?” “Did Lucas Hayes propose because of the affair scandal?” “What does Victoria Caldwell think?” The driver pulled into the private entrance, shielding us from the media frenzy, and Jason, Eleanor’s husband, came to the door and helped me out of the car.

“My husband,you mean,Marcelo?” “Yeah,he’s here and I know about your marriage but I won’t tell anyone.” I suspect Jason’s discretion had more to do with Marcelo’s instructions than his own will. Our marriage hadn’t been made public,making it a matter of confidentiality. Approaching the parking lot,I recognized a Maybach particularly because of its customized license plate. I saw Luke on the driver’s seat and waved at him. He seemed to inform Marcelo of my presence.I circled to the other side of the car and tapped on the rear window.

Marcellus answered, his mind still foggy. Dr. John nodded, making notes on a clipboard. "And do you remember what happened?" Marcellus closed his eyes and recall the pain. "I was in a car accident," he said slowly. "I was on my way to see someone...someone important." Dr. John raised an eyebrow. "Someone important? Can you tell me who that was?" Marcellus hesitated, feeling a lump form in his throat. "Her name is Larisa," he said softly. "She...she's my Wife. I was trying to stop her from leaving the country."