Lucas Till Wife Novels & Stories

"Mr. Shaw? What are you doing here?" Alexander didn't even bother looking at him; instead, he walked right over to me, took off his blazer, and gently draped it over my shivering body. "I'm sorry, Vivian. I should have arrived earlier." "You… You both know each other?" Lucas asked, his face turning white. Alexander finally looked up at him, his expression icy. "She is my wife." "Bullshit!" Lucas exclaimed on instinct. "She's been with me for five years and has loved me ever since then! How could she possibly have married you?"

THE 'BITCH OF THE CENTURY' IS BORN. Unfolding the newspaper, to see the rest of the article, I found myself staring at the sordid image of a man and a woman locked in a passionate kiss. Shock hit me like a sharp bolt of lightning, realizing that I was the woman and the handsome man was not my husband. WIFE OF LUCAS NICHOLAS ALEXANDER RAN OFF WITH HER LOVER THE NIGHT OF THEIR FIFTH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY. FOUR YEAR OLD SON NEARLY KILLED IN THE FATAL CAR CRASH.

But the closer I looked, the worse the ache became. Vanessa was not merely standing beside him. She was touching him. Leaning into him. Looking as though she belonged there. Looking like the woman everyone assumed was his wife. My fingers tightened around the phone. "No." The word came out broken. I continued scrolling. More photographs appeared. More smiles. More laughter. More moments that should have belonged to me. Then a short video clip began playing. A reporter approached Lucas with a bright smile. "Mr. Sterling, where is your beautiful wife tonight?"

"Wow… she really looks exactly like today's bride. Could it actually be the same person?" "What the hell is going on? One woman marrying two men?" "So who's Ms. Reymus's real husband?" As the murmurs spread through the crowd, Lucas's expression darkened instantly. He suddenly snatched my phone and smashed it hard against the ground. "You sick bastard! You actually Photoshopped pictures of me and my wife to fantasize over? I'll beat you to death!"

Maybe he wanted to talk or stop me from signing the papers. I opened the message, and the cold, impersonal text greeted me: Don’t forget to drop the papers off today. Don’t make this harder than it is. I laughed bitterly through my tears. So stupid of me to think it could be anything better. Of course. That was all I was to him—an obligation, a nuisance to be dealt with. My phone buzzed as I turned on my mobile data, I looked at the screen and it was a video posted on Lucas social media posted few hours ago and the headline was: “Y’all meet my beautiful wife and my unborn child mother.” My mind flew instantly.

Lucas said in a girly tone and pretended to cry. "I want to escape from my wife.. she has been torturing me. Why did I marry this woman?" "Let's divorce then!" I heard Crystal in the background. "Deandre baby.. Can I crash your house tonight?" "If you dare.. I will kill you before you even pass my gate." "Sorry Lucas.. you heard my wife." "I can't believe you pick her over me." He pretended to cry in a girly tone and Deandre just ended the call. "He's weird."

When she walked in, Lucilla cheerfully introduced Avita to the servants, so that the next time she visits, they won't have to treat her as a stranger. After a period of walking and being shown various rooms, Avita arrived at the sitting room, where she was advised to seat while they waited for the madam. "You don't need to be worried about my mother. Trust me, she's a beautiful lady!" Lucilla's eyes shone brightly as she spoke about her mother. Everyone in Wakothanie and Oshua knew Madam Larson was the second wife, making Lucilla and her older brother the first wife's children. What surprised me was how Lucilla, the proud daughter of heaven, could be so complimentary of her stepmother.

I flinched sharply and turned around. Vanessa. “What were you thinking about?” she asked angrily. “I’ve been calling you, Lucas. You didn’t answer until I touched you.” “I just saw the doctor,” I said quietly. Her eyes narrowed. “And?” “My wife collapsed from shock,” I said. “But she’s okay now.” I hesitated. “She’s three months pregnant.” Her face changed instantly—from shock to fury. “So that’s it?” she snapped. “Now there are two pregnant women in your life.” Her voice dropped. “What about me, Lucas? What about my pregnancy?”

"Yes. And you are?" "Sharon," she said, extending her hand. "I'm Richard West's wife. Or. his widow, depending on how you look at it." Lucas raised an eyebrow. "Widow? I thought he was still alive." Sharon shrugged. "Barely. But that's not why I stopped you. I believe you and I can help each other." Back in his study, Clyde couldn't shake the feeling that it was more than a coincidence that Lucas had suddenly appeared. He had the proof, but the timing felt off-especially with the company

"Hye, nice to meet you. Again, I'm Emma. I'm Lucus frien-" "Wife," Lucus corrects her firmly. The look on Zia's face perfectly describes all the shock and confusion she's feeling inside, but Lucus only serves to reaffirm his words. "Emma James is my wife." Once Lucus is properly dressed and they are all seated at the dining table, Lucus starts explaining to Zia. The Beta woman listens carefully to Lucus words while Emma busies herself with setting up the dining table. "Wow, that is a hell of a story. I see one in the news, but I never know who you get married to." Zia asks as she munches on her stew.