Lydia Hu Married Novels & Stories

Noticing that something was amiss, I decided to continue the conversation with my wife, Lydia Cooper. "Is that so? You were smiling so warmly just now," I said. Lydia averted her gaze, not daring to make eye contact with me. "The child speaks so sweetly. She's very fond of calling me. Anyway, it's getting late. Let's sleep." She didn't wait for me to respond before turning around and entering the bathroom. Lydia and I had been together for a decade, so I was familiar with her microexpressions. The way she averted her eyes earlier made it clear that she was feeling guilty.

"I don't care ! Everything has a solution! And that that decision you took , is not the right one! I object to this decision!" " Why darling? You know that i'm doing this for a good cause. You're already twenty four , soon twenty five , and it's high time for you to get married and have kids." " Getting married to someone i love and who i know...Not to a complete stranger that i've never met ! " "Mr Larson's son is a handsome billionaire and i'm pretty sure that both of you will get along , as you're a pretty girl !" Lydia grabbed a bottle of whiskey which was on a table next to her , and she threw it agaisnt the wall with all her strength.

He had often wondered who her husband was, who could leave his wife and children just like that. But now he realized that he was worse than her husband. He had even forgotten that he was married, much less anything about his wife. Lydia watched him as he went into a daze, and his face became pale as realization hit him. ‘He does not remember that he is married. So, there is no way he would remember that bitch Liliana is his wife.’ Lydia thought jubilantly. ‘Does this mean that Liliana also does not remember who her husband is?’ This thought made her ecstatic.

From the backseat, I watched them returning to the car after their marriage registration, without saying a word. Over the past seven years, I had exhausted myself to elbow my way in Liam’s world. I learned their favorite board games and even deliberately mimicked their manner of speaking. I thought I could earn a place in his circle as long as I exerted all my energy. But Lyra never had to lift a finger to lock in her with him forever. I finally knew some seats simply weren’t meant to be won through effort.

Alpha Damon beamed. The feast began immediately. Lydia ate slowly, glancing around the table. Everyone looked happy—fulfilled. Her mother beamed at her father, proud of the daughters who had secured Lycan mates. But they didn’t know the truth. Blake sat with Eddie, laughing. Had she really moved on so quickly? Then she remembered what a mate bond could do. A laugh caught her attention. Thalia and Harold, wrapped in each other’s arms, kissing. Lydia’s stomach turned.

LYDIA Julian stood there, glancing at me awkwardly, tightening his belt buckle. “So, Lydia, did you miss Julian so much that you just had to barge into the bedroom without knocking?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm. I shook my head, trying to keep my cool. “No, I just arrived minutes ago. I didn't know Julian was in there,” I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. Ava raised an eyebrow. "At least, she saw us having fun,” she mumbled, but loud enough for everyone to hear.

She said annoyed. "Well, that doesn't mean you should kill yourself and he's also right you know". She said, earning herself a scowl from Chaddick. "Never! I won't let this happen. I won't let that whore take Dylan away from me. Dylan's mine. I must do everything in my power to break that Goddamn marriage, I must make sure they get separated", she rasped, turning to Skylar. "Have you gotten anything?" She asked. "Well yes, I have. She did have a boyfriend but was forced to break up with him when the marriage issues popped up. His name is Todd Wilson", Skylar finished and Chad's eyes beamed with mischief.

my mother intervened just as happy as my sister. Being the Queen's best friend, they were truly inseparable. Sometimes my mother would tell me that she and Lydia treated each other like sisters. They easily confided their problems, talked without honorific and without worrying about all the codes that our society imposed on us, especially since we were women. I remembered that they had originally met in the gardens of the Royal Palace. Lydia had arrived from Dracoris to meet her future husband, Harlan VI. It was a political marriage to strengthen the ties between Edios and Dracoris. She was the second child of three: she had an older brother who would succeed her father and a younger sister,

“You still have feelings for her.” “Just because Elena was gone didn’t mean I forgot her,” I told Lydia. “You’re foolish if you think I did.” “But we’re married,” Lydia said, standing up. “I’m your wife.” “Only on paper,” I snapped back at her. “It’s nothing more than a legal status.”

Would you be happy if I agreed to marry you and be your wife forever? "Happy is an understatement, Lyanna. Try it and you will see." I bite on her left ear and she flinches. "I am sorry, wife. Open up, I want to go down on you. Anyway, are you still feeling pain?" She nods, "I do but slightly." "You are supposed to heal completely but your mom has made you kill your strength by making you eat too much chocolate. It's not good and when we get married, I will never make you eat that." She giggles then parts her legs. The doorbell rings to interrupt us.