Lucien Lachance Novels & Stories

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.

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?

—Yes, wonderfully, Santiago is a great man. -Santiago? - Luciana asked in a whisper, when Irina was going to answer the two men arrived. —I think we can go now, Santi has arrived. — Said Saúl who at that moment looked from him to Luciana — Lu, meet my best friend Santiago O'Brien. — And then he turned to his friend — and I present to you Luciana Brown, Irina's best friend. — They both looked at each other surprised, Santiago couldn't help but look at her from top to bottom with her gaze.

It was really nice to talk to smart people. I launched into a detailed speech about Camilla and how she is a vixen. She seduces every man she sees and now even Lucien has fallen into her clutches. “Miss Martin, you have just cracked the case I have been working on. I am very grateful that you have shared that piece of news with me.” “What are you talking about, Mark?” I asked, not understating a word he has just said. “We have been following this Lucien guy and believe me, even getting a photo of him has been a problem. Although he is an aspiring politician, he has not made any public appearances and has been doing everything in the dark.”

“By the way, here’s my business card.” He added. “Lee Tung.”Audrey took his card. “You are a Michelin-rated chef?! I can’t afford it.”She was surprised. “And I am not Mrs Reynolds.” Audrey added. “No worries, you don’t need to pay me. Lucien called me to prepare dinner for his wife.” The door suddenly opened, Lucien was coming back from the grocery store, with two bags on his hands. “Oh, you’re awake.How’re you feeling?” He looked at Audrey.

“But Clara—you don’t get to die for twelve people if I can help it. That’s not how math works in my religion.” “Math is very flexible,” I said. “Not on my watch,” she replied. Lucien studied the circle we’d made. “I must admit,” he said, “this is not the alliance I expected when I wrote my first check to Kane’s lab.” “Buyer’s remorse?” I asked. “Buyers rarely get this kind of entertainment,” he said. “Remorse is a strong word.” Niko snorted. “You like this too much,” he said. “I like being proximate to history,” Lucien replied. “Especially when it’s the kind that will keep regulators too busy to notice some of my other hobbies.”

~ Duncan POV Lucien Moreau smiled too much. That was the first thing I noticed about him when we began speaking in the council chamber earlier that evening. Not the kind of smile a man gave when he was amused. The kind he gave when he believed he already knew the outcome of a game. He stood near the tall window overlooking the courtyard, one hand resting casually behind his back while the other held a glass of dark wine. “I must say,” Lucien said smoothly, “your estate is impressive.”

“I’m not” “Forgive me,” he corrected, lips curving. “Miss Laurent.” Her pulse raced. “Who are you?” she demanded. He smiled, polite and dangerous. “Lucien Moreau.” The name sent a chill down her spine. Ethan’s rival. “I believe,” Lucien continued, his gaze flicking briefly to her abdomen before returning to her face, “that we can be very useful to one another.” “I’m not interested,” Ava said, trying to close the door.

she asked looking at Lucien again . " Yes too bad you can't remember me , Lucia I am your best friend "Lucien said faking some sobs . " Where is my family" Lucia asked . " Your family are far away in Massachusetts ,U.S.A " Lucien said hoping she believes this fountain of lies gushing out from his mouth . " Oh thank you so much Lucien for being here for me ,I am grateful " she said and tried to sit upright . Lucien helped her up and aided her back with the pillow on the bed.

The sound was sharp, cutting through the air. “Tech guy?” he repeated mockingly. His gaze, cold and detached, bored into me. “That’s no tech guy, Miss Wilde.” The formal way he addressed me, as if we hadn’t once been closer, made my chest ache in a way I didn’t expect. “That’s Étienne Laurent,” Lucas continued, his tone detached. “The only son of Amelia Laurent and heir to the Laurent French Empire.”