Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

Richard asked "That would be okay," Lucien said. Richard looked at Anthony, and his smile turned to a frown. "Anthony, I didn't know you were coming today," Richard said. I could tell by his tone he was upset that Anthony was there. Anthony looked like he wanted to say something, but before he could, Lucien replied "I asked him to be here. He is my cousin, and I want him here. If that is going to be a problem, then we can leave," Lucien said

"No. I’m warning you. You can hate me, but don’t be stupid. Stay out of what’s coming." I scoffed. "You sound just like him." His jaw tightened. "Don’t say that." Lucien handed me a small card like we were about to exchange stock tips. "If you're ever ready to talk again… on real terms. Call me." His voice was smooth. I turned the card over. Minimalist. Black foil. Lucien Laurent. CEO, Vestra Holdings. "That it?" I asked. "No threats, no power moves?" He looked at me with unreadable eyes. "I don’t need to threaten you, Adrien. You’re already drowning. I’m offering you a life raft."

At the bottom, Lucien had scrawled, Stop chasing shadows. The convoy had been hit two weeks later. He opened another. Grace had warned him about a judge who was taking money from both sides. Another had flagged a warehouse manager with DeLuca ties. One letter, folded so many times the crease had nearly split, asked him not to let Isabella handle Donna approvals because “she mistakes attention for authority, and men with guns notice weakness before men in suits do.” Lucien sat back slowly. Grace had not been weak. He had trained himself not to see her strength because it would have forced him to admit how badly he had treated it.

* "Lachlan McIntyre's Empire: A Web of Corruption and Violence" * "Whistleblower Claims Lachlan McIntyre Ordered Hit on Rival Businessman" I clicked on the first link, my eyes scanning the article as I tried to absorb the details. According to the report, Lachlan had been accused of ordering the murder of a prominent businessman in Southeast Asia, a man who had been poised to expose some of Lachlan's more questionable business practices. The article went on to detail the sordid history of violence and intimidation that had become synonymous with Lachlan's rise to power, painting a picture of a man who would stop at nothing to protect his interests.

“They are well known. I’m sure you heard it on the news. Their leader, Laureano Vitale, is old school.” My spine straightened, and I froze. Laureano? My heart hammered as I realized that Domenico really didn’t know who I was. At all. “I thought the leader’s name was something like Thomas.” “Tommaso,” he corrected. “He died a few years ago and his brother Laureano took over.” I stared at him as tears welled in my eyes. “What’s wrong?” Domenico asked as he moved to sit beside me. His finger tipped my chin up.

"Grace." "Inaalam ko kung sino ang asawa mo." Napabuntong-hininga ako. Hindi ko alam kung matatawa ako o maiinis. Mabilis siyang nag-type sa search bar. At halos agad ding lumabas ang resulta. Lucien Monteverde. Chairman and CEO of Monteverde Holdings. Sunod-sunod ang articles. Business magazines. International conferences. Interviews. Awards. Forbes features.

“What do you really want, Adrian?” The question hung there. Heavy. Adrian stepped even closer. So close their shoes almost touched. “I want you where I can see you,” he said quietly. The truth in it made Lucien’s chest ache. Outside, thunder rolled. Inside, silence pressed in. Lucien looked down at the contract again. Three point eight million. Seventy-two hours. His father’s voice was shaking. The vineyard his mother planted before she died. He could not lose that. He would not.

Liam gave me the best response ever. “You have my approval as long as you will take full responsibility for that she-wolf,” I turned toward my clothes, pulling out some outfits. “Thank you, Leo. What about you, Max?” Liam ask. “You fucking have my approval as long as Piper isn't my sister,” the bastard stated and I couldn't help but smile to myself. “Thank you so much, Dudes. I owe y…” Liam’s voice hung in the air when we heard the doorbell. We all paused for a short moment.

His expression unreadable. But it was his eyes that froze her. Cold gray. Controlled. Familiar. “Lucien,” Camille said brightly, “there’s someone I want you to meet.” The man turned slowly. And the world tilted. Because she knew that face. Not the refined version standing before her not the billionaire aura that radiated quiet authority. But the eyes. The same eyes that once sat at the back of a lecture hall. The same eyes that watched while she laughed. “Venice Laurent,” Camille continued cheerfully, unaware of the storm forming between them. “This is Lucien Moreau. The owner of the château. And the man who practically funded this entire event.”

Nobody has seen a thing except for Christopher. 3. Tuesday 27th April 2010 08:32 The creature that has taken control of Isabelle’s body stands – well more floats if truth be told - in front of the other members of the demonic Brethren – the ones who have brought this new personality into existence from the lower depths of hell. “So what are our plans for today?” She asks them. Her floating is a symbolic one. Everyone assembled can do it but she feels the need to slightly elevate herself above the others at this point in time.