Joseph Lancia Wife Novels & Stories

But I knew that was impossible. “Good morning,” I began, carefully polite. “I’m Lila. May I ask who you are?” She inclined her head. “You must be my son’s wife.” I nearly stumbled over the edge of the rug. My mouth opened, then closed again. “I…I’m sorry,” I stammered. “Your son?” Her lips curved in a sad, knowing smile. “Luca.” I stared at her, my heart thumping unevenly. “I don’t understand. Luca’s mother, she died when he was twelve so how could she be right in front of me.”

She thought the stress was getting to her head and did not think much about it. Romeo, however, was enjoying making her fidget. He was also thinking of several different ways he could make her fidget. They had been husband and wife for years, he knew her too well, and she had aged well. Liliana was looking at them all from the top box. Jonathan observed her expressions with amusement. “Who is that man?” Jonathan asked her. “Lydia Aprice’s biological father, Rose Aprice’s first husband and co-conspirator.” Liliana summarized.

Lily nodded, and I followed the way Celine chose to reach her destination. Celine was sitting with a woman, the bloody wedding planner. There was so much exasperation in me that I didn’t notice the woman who was sitting opposite Celine. I saw her when I took the seat beside Celine. She wasn’t just any bloody wedding planner, but the woman I loved. Lauren, my wife. “We can start now,” Celine said. “I’m Celine Alonso, and that’s my fiance, Gavin Astor.” “Nice to meet you both,” Lauren said, smiling but not looking at me.

"No, I came to give Chloe some candies. Girls love sweets, after all." Lucas sensed his intention and issued a serious reminder. "For the sake of the Sullivans, you should maintain your distance from Mr. Joseph's wife, wouldn't you agree, Mr. Noah?" Noah seemed to find something incredibly amusing as he burst into laughter. "Isn't Xavia Mr. Joseph's wife? Are you implying that although Xavia is pregnant with his child, his real wife is Chloe? Hah, Chloe is truly fortunate." "This was an unexpected situation. Mr. Joseph is devoted to Ms. Chloe," Lucas replied.

We finally arrived at the party and there were a lot of familiar faces because I had learnt a lot about them. Dante held my waist as we walked into the party, I saw a lot of women of high caliber all dressed in beautiful expensive clothes, they all looked dolled up, a lot of them wore clothes which exposed their body and was clung so tight to their body, I even wondered if they could breathe. The party had nearly begun, people were having talks here and there and they were having drinks too, making conversations, trying it to get familiar with one other business man or woman. A lady with blonde hair and a beautiful, fake smile walked up to her; I had seen her picture and I knew a few things

My relaxed, post-lesson haze evaporated instantly. "Lucas, what a coincidence!" the woman trilled out, sickeningly cheerful. Lucas? Who the hell was Lucas? My head whipped to Aiden, confusion swirling. Aiden's expression darkened, a barely perceptible shift, as he looked at our unexpected visitor. "Elena Pierce," he stated, his voice cooler than a winter morning. "My mother's friend's daughter." Then, with a subtle shift, his hand found the small of my back, a possessive gesture. "And this is my wife, Aria."

“I am Chiara Bellandi, the only daughter of the Bellandi family. And you?” “I’m...” I started to introduce myself, but his voice cut through the room. “She is my wife,” his voice boomed across the entire ballroom, making everyone turn to stare. “Azalea Amara De Luca Giordani.”

She was even more shocked when he called her his wife and showed so much concern. Instead of answering, she tried to push him away and free her waist from his grip. But he didn’t budge. Even the employees standing there were shocked. Everyone knew that Laura Bellini, daughter of Rita Bellini, was going to marry Luciano next month. Their relationship had been public for years, and neither Laura nor the Bellini family had ever tried to hide it. But no one knew about Rosa being Luciano’s ex-wife. Only a few people close to him knew he had once been married. Luciano had never made an official announcement about it, and the world had never seen his wife.

Lucas confessed. "Imagine, you accept my love now that you see me in expensive clothes and jewelry? Excuse me, young man, I am married," she said, flaunting her ring. "Oh, I wonder who that lucky man is," Lucas said, feeling uneasy. "My husband is the CEO of Lewis Holdings and also the Director of Lewis Properties, both domestically and internationally," Mara replied proudly, embodying the role of a wealthy wife.

His lips moved just enough for her to hear. "Smile", he murmured, "you don't want them taking ugly pictures of you". Then his voice rose, thunderous and commanding – "Let it be known that she is now Lisa Bronson. My wife. And anyone who dares disrespect her will answer to me". The hall froze, Joseph's power settling like a storm. The only sound was the click of cameras desperate to capture the cold fury in his eyes. Lisa stared at him, stunned, relief clashing with disbelief.