Lucien Lorraine Leaked Novels & Stories

“My father? My marriage?” Marcus didn’t answer. That was answer enough. Lucien picked up a prepared folder from his desk. Inside were documents dissolution orders, asset transparency disclosures, internal audit requests. “I’m opening everything,” Lucien said. “Publicly.” Marcus stared at him. “You’ll implicate us.” “Yes.” “You’ll expose the political shielding.” “Yes.” “You’ll destroy allies.” Lucien’s expression hardened. “I already destroyed the wrong enemy.” Silence flooded the office. Marcus’s voice dropped. “You think she’ll forgive you for this?”

The quietness of his voice was far more terrifying than Marcus's shouting. Marcus stared at his step-brother, his jaw trembling. "Why are you doing this, Lucien? She’s a nobody. Why are you risking the family name for her? My father said you leaked the files to the attorney general. If that log goes public, Laurent Holdings takes the hit too!" Lucien adjusted his cuffs, looking down at Marcus with pure disdain. "I didn't leak it to the attorney general, Marcus. Not yet." Marcus blinked, a sudden spark of hope appearing in his eyes. "Then we can fix this. We can bury the log. I can talk to Chloe—"

His face was pale, his dark eyes fluttering open as he struggled to remain conscious against the cold stone of the bridge embankment. "Is it true?" I whispered, my voice breaking. "You knew who I was?" Lucien coughed, a violent spasm that sent fresh blood spilling over his collar. He looked up at me, his gaze entirely stripped of the ruthless billionaire facade. "I knew there was a leak," he rasped, his voice barely audible over the roaring Seine. "I knew someone was systematically dismantling our offshore accounts and sabotaging Silas’s deals. But by the time I realized it was you... I was already too far gone."

"No. Nothing important. Just... ran into some unpleasant people." Lucien’s jaw tightened. He already knew about the gossip blogs Liora and Evander had paid for. His security men had reported it to him hours ago. But he didn't want to anger her more by repeating their garbage. Instead, he wanted to distract her, to help her feel strong and confident.

A majority of the journalists crowded around Calista when they realized they couldn't get much information out of Lucian. The wife tearing down the mistress had been a hot topic since time immemorial. Even more so when said mistress was a public figure. Tomorrow's headlines were practically writing itself. With the crowd gathering around, it got congested. Calista had two microphones nearly hitting her in the face in the chaos. Lucian frowned and walked over, passing over Lily. The pale-faced woman suddenly got in his way. "Those photographs that depict you and Calista leaving the hotel. I know it was you who leaked them to the media outlets."

Navarro reported to Lucien in person, every detail precise, every lead scrutinized. Lucien listened. He acted. He planned. He destroyed. And still… she was gone. By the end of one particularly long day, Lucien found himself alone in his study. The door closed behind him with a soft click, shutting out the sounds of the world, the chaos, the endless battle. He leaned heavily against the desk. Head bowed. His hands gripped the edges as if trying to anchor himself to something solid. The dam broke. A deep, shuddering sound escaped him, a sound that was part grief, part rage, part fear. Tears ran unchecked down his face, smearing the lines of his skin, leaving trails of fire and vulnerability he

He was enjoying this. I swallowed hard. “I am saying that I am being framed.” Lucien sighed as if my words pained him. “Celine, lying won’t help you. The truth is right here in this letter. You committed adultery.” A fresh wave of murmurs swept through the gathered audience. “Who is he?” One of the elders demanded. My blood turned cold. Lucien’s lips curled ever so slightly. “A rogue from outside our borders. She has been meeting him in secret.”

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The aura radiating off Lucian made Chloe instinctively take a step back in fear. "Lu... Lucian?" Called Chloe with a shaky voice. "I know it's you Chloe" Lucian murmured, leaning in close. "You were the person who leaked the video through a private server" At this, chloe’s face drained of all colors. Instinctively she backed away almost stumbling to the ground. "I... I don't know what you're talking about. Why would you think that?" "Enough!" The glass in Lucian's hand was smashed to the ground with a brutal force that made it's pieces to shatter to the ground.

"He has admitted to killing the Lortal." As if on cue, the hushed whispers intensified, spreading like wildfire, Jupiter cleared his throat and all went silent once again. "He admitted to killing the Lortal, Hannibal Barca." That's not too bad, Lucian thought. He'd probably get a beating and be done with it and judging by his appearance and the solidifying merlot blood on the floors of the court, he had been punished already. Then what exactly was this meeting for?