Romans & histoires Love After Marriage Mr Lancaster

Enter me: Derek Morrison, junior analyst, ambitious, charismatic, and completely wrong for a Lancaster heiress. I pursued her carefully. Flowers, thoughtful gifts, long conversations about her dreams. I listened to every word about how much she wanted to prove herself to her grandfather, how much she wanted to run Lancaster Industries someday. And when she finally said yes to dinner, I knew I'd won. The sex was good enough. The companionship was bearable. But what really excited me was the Lancaster name and fortune. I married her six months later in a small ceremony that Harold refused to attend. Vivian cried, but I held her and promised we'd prove them all wrong together.

I finish, exhaling loudly like I'd been running a marathon. No one claps for me, not that I was expecting it, but it sucks to hear a few snide comments consisting of ‘sounds fake’, ‘lame’ and ‘you can do better than that’ thrown at me. I think I even hear someone say ‘pompous bitch’ which is the complete opposite of who I am. “Do you, Mr Lancaster, take Miss Hartfield, as your lawfully wedded wife, to love and to cherish, till death do you part?" The minister says after the rings were given to us.

"I saw the way you watched her all night, son. It's all over your face. You love her." My mouth fell open slightly. Was it that obvious? "I'm not trying to pressure you," he continued. "But I have learned that the things we don't say… they eat at us. They turn into regrets. And I don't want that for you." I stared at the dark yard, my jaw tight. "What if she doesn't feel the same way?" Marcus let out a low chuckle. "Son." He shook his head. "You really think my daughter would bring a boy home for Thanksgiving if she didn't feel the same way?"

"My name is Serena Lancaster." Something dark and desperate flashed across his face. "Lancaster? No... that's not possible." He moved closer, his gaze intense. "Look at me, Serena. It's Ryan. Your husband." My blood ran cold. Cedric had warned me about this—how obsessed the powerful Ryan Blackwood had been with Cedric's wife before our marriage. How he'd tried to claim her as his own. "I've never been married to you," I said firmly, though my heart was racing. "I'm married to Cedric Lancaster. This is our daughter, Rancy."

He lowered his head, shoulders trembling like a scolded child. "Alana, please," he murmured. "Just five minutes. Please. Or three… even one. I just need to say something to you." In all my lives, I had never seen him so small. But affection that comes too late is worthless. "I'm marrying Jace," I said. "There's nothing left for us to discuss. Please leave." Lance let out a low, bitter laugh, his eyes wild as he grabbed my shoulders. His voice cracked as he shouted, "Why did you choose someone else this time? Are you doing this just to spite me?"

"What are you talking about, Nick? I thought we were getting along all the time. Even though we've only been together for a short time, we've known each other for a long time. And I know that I'm your first love, right? So there's no reason for us to cancel our dream wedding. I know you love me too, right, Nick?" Amanda swayed in front of Nicholas and brought her beautiful face right in front of Nicholas' face, trying to seduce Nicholas into falling into her arms. But unexpectedly, Nicholas pushed Amanda, causing her to fall. "That hurts!" Amanda stroked her bottom on the floor. "Don't try to seduce me, I did fall in love with you, but that was before you slept with that guy. And don't think

"Oh my god! That cute guy from earlier is here and he wants to see you!" Layla rolled her eyes and put off the machine. Was this why she was being bothered? "The one with the rude friend? Is that why you are acting like you got to pee really bad?" Carmen rolled her eyes. Layla could be a piece of work sometimes. Why couldn't she just let her guard down, open her eyes and smelled the coffee. This was a potential boyfriend and not just any one, a rich one and she was acting like the Grinch. "Just go meet him and stop acting like the coffee Grinch."

Lia screamed but Jane ignored her, going to the other couch to sit down. Lydia decided to be the peacemaker between the two. "Lia dear, come on..sit." She managed to convince Lia to sit down again and she sat beside her patting her back gently. "I shouldn't have married my mother's lover, it was wrong of me." Lia insisted, shaking her head as tears rolled down her cheeks. "From what Jane just said you didn't have a choice in the matter babe, I need you to just breathe." Lydia urged as she continued patting her back.

Lisa hates hearing his deep, long grunt because that means the end, and the next thing he was going to do was take his bath and leave her to meet his family. The only thing that annoyed her was the fact that the man was married and had two kids. She wanted him to herself, but that was impossible. Mason was never going to choose her over his family. She was just his personal slut and sexmate in his eyes, while she craved to be his wife. Now, he was taking his bath quickly to return home as he was already late to meet his family. Lisa's phone, which was on the stool, rang out loud, and she frowned while sitting up at the edge of the bed to pick it up.

"I'm not neglecting you Ronica. You just make everything so difficult. So stop crying." As he stalked off, Ronica watched his departing back with disgust and disbelief. She made everything difficult? Throughout their marriage, he was the problem and now he was trying to make it seem like she was the demented one. She seriously needed some fresh air, a space unpolluted by him. She found that space by the lake. It was a manmade lake, stocked with fresh water and maintained weekly by the groundsman. The crystal water reflected the night sky. James would never find her here. She unlocked her phone with plans to call her contact.