Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

“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.

“Our alliance is still fractured. My wolf is not receptive to your touch tonight.” “There is no fracture in this room, Chika. Only an undisciplined pup who needs to remember who holds the territory,” Lucien murmured hoarsely. He stripped the remnants of my trousers away, his heavy hands gripping my inner thighs and forcing them wide as his voice dropped into a dark, gravelly register. “How dare you refuse my rations and run with low-district scum because of a nameless kitchen servant.”

"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.

"Miss Nerissa. Your grandfather is waiting for you in the solarium. He has a guest." ​"Thank you, Henri," I replied, my voice steady and clear. ​The solarium was bathed in bright, crisp sunlight. My grandfather, Edouard Vane, sat at the head of a wrought-iron glass table, sipping espresso. Across from him sat a man I had not seen in years, though his reputation in the financial world preceded him. ​Lucien. ​He was a high-ranking tycoon and one of my grandfather’s most trusted proteges. Lucien possessed a sharp, aristocratic profile, striking silver-gray eyes, and an aura of authority. He was dressed in a bespoke charcoal suit that screamed old money and ruthless ambition.

“What?” Lillian yelled in shock, her voice echoing through the room. “He wants you to do what?” “There's no way you can get married to someone you don’t even know!” Alice exclaimed, pacing nervously. “Lucien, say something!” Lillian turned to him desperately. “You know she can’t marry the King of the North.” Lucien leaned back, his face blank but his tone sharp. “She should have thought about that before promising what she couldn’t deliver.” His eyes stayed fixed on Lucy, who kept her head bowed, avoiding everyone’s gaze.

Cassian looked at him for a moment longer, then said, "He doesn’t hate you because of who you are, Lucien. He hates you because he doesn’t understand you." Lucienne's smile faded. "I don't even understand myself." Cassian reached into his pocket and pulled out a small silver chain with a tiny star on it. "Here. For good luck." Lucienne hesitated, then took it. "Thank you." When Cassian left, Lucienne returned to the window. Outside, the staff were setting up the grand pavilion. Tables draped in white, crystal glasses catching the afternoon sun. A party for people who mattered. And he, the hidden son, the ghost twin, would be there too.

Lucien was now in his study, flipping through the pages of a file with a glass of whiskey resting calmly at his side. "Well" Lucien said without taking his eyes from the file. "Boss, a VIP is arriving in two days. He booked one of our hotels" Jace said. Lucien arched a brow. "VIP?" "Yes. The management reported this" "Name?" Lucien's voice was curt. Jace passed him the tablet in his hand. "Dr Connor. The famous cardiologist" Lucien paused. Then lifted his gaze slowly. "The one who never stays anywhere twice?"

The notion that someone else might covet the boy stung like a brand. Lucien was not naive. He had cultivated the Mayor, François Lambert, with dinners and discreet largesse. He had papered the police with favors. He had the Governor’s staff on retainer. Yet there were currents in men that could never be fully controlled — greed, lust, ambition. He understood instinctively that a man who wants everything can accidentally reach for what someone else already gripped.

" What are you talking about you bitch! " " Bitch? " Konstantin repeated as if in horror. He walk towards Delphine who cringed in fear as the Russian Mafia Boss get down on one knee to face her. He reached out to held her cheek slowly, forcing an eye contact. " I will keep this very fast and steady because I have some other things to do. I want you to spy on Maximo Santino for me " A sudden dry laughter escape the lips of Delphine. She laughed so hard that tears trailed down her cheek slowly.

The secretary pushed her black frame glasses to report his personal affairs. Lucien is the president of Asia Pacific region of Gray's Group. He is young, vigorous and extremely handsome. There are never fewer women around him. Secretary Zhang sometimes feels that she is not a secretary, but his nanny and elder. She also has to deal with all kinds of relationships for him. Lucien stops drinking coffee and asks, "Which Miss Morrison?" "Nina Morrison." Secretary Zhang couldn't help but look at Lucien curiously. There are four young ladies, but he only asks about Miss Morrison. It seems that President Grey loves Miss Morrison very much. Nina Morrison?