Lucas Till Wife Novels & Stories

“I couldn’t take it anymore. I still can’t.” She swallowed hard, her hands curling into fists. “You treat me like I don’t matter. Like I’m nothing. Whether you love me or not doesn’t change the fact that I am your wife. And you don’t get to destroy me.” Lucas’s expression didn’t soften. If anything, his lips curled into a slow, cruel smile. “I’d like to see you try reporting me,” he said coldly. “Let’s see how brave you are when I release that video for everyone to see.”

I nodded, I had never been more thankful for my overprotective best friends. "Celine, please let her go, the cops are on their way," Lucas said, but from the look on his face, I knew he would much rather prefer he didn't let go. "How can you be so cold to me," she shrieked, clutching her head as Celine released her. "I'm your damn wife!" "Ex-wife." Mia and I clarified at the same time, completely unprepared for another shock in the same night. "Wife," she repeated, "Lucas and I are not divorced, so yes, he's my husband and I am his wife."

Lucas Lewis was back in his apartment and sitting on the couch. Lay down while taking off his tie, shoes, and shirt. The canceled wedding, everyone's anger, and Luna's departure were enough to make his day even worse from the morning. Lucas tried several times to call Emma Robbie's cell phone, but there was still no answer. Rejected many times until finally, Lucas was sure that Emma had blocked his number. Cut off all lines of communication.

Ian reassured me. "Officer arrest that woman there!" Lucas bodly said, pointing at a shocked and frozen Anne. "No. You can't do that. Lucas I am your wife. I am carrying your child!" Anne ran to him but Lucas avoided her like a plague. "You are not my wife. Not anymore. I am so ashamed of myself on the kind of woman I married! You deserve to forever rot in jail for this! And I know that baby is not mine. Ian told me everything. I fucking hate you Anne and I curse the day I met you!" Lucas spat those acrimonious words at her.

"Ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for coming to my wedding. Today I, Lucas Michael and Miss Virginia Billy will have a wedding." "What?" Virginia was stunned. She became angry and embarrassed. Now everyone present is whispering, talking about herself. Lucas smiled as he looked at Virginia, who was now also looking at him. "He has handed you over to me." Virginia hated the man even more. Suddenly couldn't help being angry, so she slapped Lucas directly in the face. Everyone looked at it, and even a woman was shocked while shouting. "What right do you have to ruin my marriage? This is my marriage, and this is my future. Get out of here!" After snapping at Lucas, she now turned to Erik. "And you

Now, all she felt was a tired kind of numbness. Then, suddenly, a pair of women’s shoes appeared in front of her. “Here,” a gentle voice said. Something was passed into Isabella’s hand before she could refuse. By the time she looked up, Nina had already run off. Isabella slowly opened her palm. It was a business card. Nina Miller Best & Millers Law Group Dream Club – General Manager’s Office Dominic Lancaster sat on the sofa. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting pale shadows against his white dress shirt, the high collar cutting clean lines along his throat. His presence was sharp, commanding—impossible to ignore.

Instead, she reached into a worn leather folder and pulled out another photograph. When she laid it on the table, the air shifted. The woman in the picture looked almost exactly like me — same eyes, same hair, same shape of face. Not identical, but close enough that I felt like I was looking at a strange reflection. “Her name was Lila,” Valentina said softly. “She was his wife.” My chest tightened. “Wife?” “She died five years ago. Or rather, Lucas says she was ‘taken from him.’ He blamed Adrian. He blamed the world. But mostly… he blamed anyone who reminded him of her.”

Lucas said, looking calmly at him. James's face twitched. "The woman standing before you," Lucas said, lowering his eyes to me with a light in them, "is the Donna of the Buono family, my wife, and the person I waited twelve years for." James froze. "Twelve years?" Lucas did not answer him. He turned to me, a slight smile at the corner of his mouth. "Leticia," he said softly, "would you like to keep listening to this man, or shall we go cut the cake?"

There was no hesitation in her. Then the folder was nudged toward him. Lucas stared at the spot where her signature had just dried. Her name sat there, printed in block letters, Lara Nichole Dela Merced. His wife. On paper, at least. But not in the ways that mattered, not anymore. His gaze dropped to the name beneath hers, Lucas Gabriel Dela Merced. A name once attached to hers like a promise. Now just legal text. He picked up the pen, but not before one last look in her direction.

Adam asked, even though he had already heard the call. “To Rhea’s house?” he added. “No,” Lucas said firmly. “Where? Your condo unit?” Adam asked curiously, and Lucas nodded. “Why go to your condo if you said you were going to her place? Isn’t she sick?” Don Lucio questioned. “Exactly,” Lucas replied, as if it were obvious. “I need to leave. I’ll call you later.” “You mean she’s at your unit right now?” Luciana asked. Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Yes, why not? Am I not allowed to bring my fiancée to my own unit?” His question silenced everyone at the table. Don Lucio could hardly believe it; he thought Lucas was joking, but here he was, living with his new wife.