Ludacris' Wife Ethnicity Novels & Stories

"Yes, he's my husband." "Impossible! He's a successful businessman whose face and news are always on the front page of business magazines. I myself really like him because my father works at one of Lucas' companies. You're joking, Kanaya." "I'm not joking. My husband's grandmother helped me escape from the brothel, and I ended up marrying Lucas." "You cheap woman! Not only are you cheap, you're also a skilled liar. Mr. Lucas would never marry a woman like you," Chris snapped angrily.

The man looks at Max, “We didn’t get any information on your wife for the auction. Lisa has a moment, if we hurry, we can get the form all filled out for the auctioneer to read.” Max puts an arm around my waist and kisses the side of my head before telling the man, “Mr. Brahm, I cannot auction off my wife. We have only been married for a few months and have yet to spend an evening apart. Perhaps next year.” “Nonsense, it is tradition. Besides, it is for a good cause,” The man replies. He signals to a woman speaking to another couple near us. “This is my wife, Lisa. Darling, this is Mrs. Sturgis,” He says.

He said in a serious but soft voice. “We are always together. And we don’t have a problem.” I persisted. “Really? Then why are you becoming distant and cold?” He asked. “I'm always like this. I'm named in our campus as Mara the Ice Princess remember? So its just normal.” “That's how they named you. But not me. For me, you are the sweetest and the most beautiful wife. And I really miss my wife.” He said kind of frustrated. “Hon please believe. There’s no truth in dad’a accusation.”

Ricardo continued, his tone carrying a matter-of-factness. “She's married into the Lucas family. A family that's well known to own the Lucas empire. One of the biggest and richest families in Las Vegas. She married the second son, Johnny Lucas.” Luis's chest tightened, his heart racing like a drumbeat in his own ears. “The fuck…” he muttered subconsciously, his voice laced with shock and barely above a whisper. “So it's true, she is not in Spain.” “Yeah, dude, your long-lost lover is finally gone forever.” Ricardo let out a contemptuous laugh. “Wait, you weren't expecting her to settle for less, were you?”