Romans & histoires Love After Marriage Mr Lancaster

"You mean the guy you married for a business arrangement? The fake marriage everyone's talking about?" My heart stopped. How did they know that? "We did our research on you, Mrs. Lancaster," the man continued, moving closer to the bed. "You're married to Nicholas Lancaster in what I suspect is a contract marriage to help him take down his half-brother Sebastian. That's honestly romantic." "He'll still look for me," I retorted, even though doubt was creeping in. Would he? Nicholas and I had a contract. It was just a business arrangement. We weren't really married, not in the way that mattered.

“If this were a game, at least there would be strategy. You? You’re just walking straight into a war with your eyes open.” Lance leaned back against the table, staring at the ceiling. “I tried to ignore it. For months. After the hospital, after everything… I tried to just go back to normal. But I can’t.” Mar studied him for a long moment. “Does Ragnar know how bad it is?” Lance laughed quietly. “I accidentally told him I loved him when I was drunk, remember?” Mar closed his eyes and shook his head slowly. “Right. I forgot about that disaster.”

"Chloe has always been the one you wanted. She's the woman you love, the one you should have married if I hadn't stupidly lured you into marrying me. There... I said it all." ​I swallowed down the lump in my throat, wrapping my arms tightly around myself to stop the shaking. "You're finally getting what you always wanted. A life with Chloe. I'm sure once you get close to her again, you'll remember she's the only one who ever mattered to you. I already moved out while you were still in a coma. Let's just cooperate and end this misery. I'll be back tomorrow with new divorce papers," I said, turning my back on him before the pain could swallow me whole.

Exactly the kind of man the Whitmore would never trust near their sister. Noah swore violently under his breath. “She married that bastard?” “We don’t know the full story yet,” Alexander replied. Dominic’s fingers moved rapidly across a tablet already pulling information. Then suddenly he stopped. His eyes widened slightly. “What?” Dominic slowly turned the screen toward the others. A headline filled the display. BREAKING: Damian Lancaster Divorces Wife After Five-Year Marriage. Beneath it was a photograph. Elena standing in the rain outside the Lancaster mansion with a suitcase in her hand.

"You're really not mad, right?" He looked like he was afraid I would storm into his company and cause trouble. "No," I replied flatly. Out of our shared marital assets, his savings amounted to less than 200 thousand dollars.

" Look here Kara, that does not mean that he loves you. If hasn't said it to you, that means he treats you this way because he doesn't really feel obliged to you. Okay tell me. How did he ask you out, if you know what I mean?" "Yeah.. it wasn't exactly in the kind of way other men may do it, you know he is quite a different specie . He asked me to be by his side as his secretary and a lover" "Kara, it sounds like he ordered you to be his lover. If a man really loves you, he'll say, will you be my lover, and not in a commanding format. Also, he asked you to be a lover and not his lover. That means you aren't the only one he is seeing, and that darling, I can assure you is a fact."

“In two years of marriage, you’ve only touched me twice. And those times, you were drunk. I had to beg you—force you even—just to feel like your wife.” “That’s why you cheated,” he said coldly. “Because I wouldn’t touch you.” I flinched. “For your information,” he added harshly, “I never loved you. I have never loved you. And I never will.” My knees buckled slightly. “I have always loved Fiona. Long before you showed up and came between us.” My heart cracked. “That’s why I don’t find you attractive. That’s why I couldn’t touch you,” he continued, his voice like a knife. “Fiona said you had a small brain. And I believed her. Only someone foolish wouldn’t have seen the handwriting on the wall.

“But sometimes it means he sees people as part of a larger game. Moves to make, not… people.” I frowned. “That’s a strange way to put it.” He gave me a small, almost apologetic smile. “It’s a strange world, Lena.” I hesitated, then decided to steer away from the topic. “Anyway… at the party, I met this couple. Mr. and Mrs. Lancaster.” Marcello’s posture shifted — just slightly, but enough for me to notice. “The Lancasters?” “Yeah. Why?” “What happened?” “Why do you sound like that?” I asked.

And… A fellow she used to know. Elira stiffened. His voice was relaxed. "Elira. Haven't seen you in a while.". Her lips opened, but she remained silent. He drew nearer. "I need a favor." Her legs nearly buckled. "What… what kind of favor?" His eyes drilled into her. "A marriage. To me. One year. No strings. In return, I'll settle your debts, pay for your brother's treatment, and provide you with enough to begin anew." She blinked.

Finally, in a tone that sent an involuntary shiver down my spine, he said, “Damien Lancaster.” My blood ran cold. No way. Damien Lancaster—the Damien Lancaster—was a billionaire, a ruthless CEO, and one of the most eligible bachelors in New York. He was constantly in the headlines, known for his brilliant business acumen and complete lack of interest in relationships. And somehow… I had married him. I felt the room tilt slightly, dizziness washing over me. My fingers dug into the sheets as I struggled to steady my breath. This can’t be real. Maybe I was still dreaming—still trapped in some alcohol-fueled nightmare.