The Abandoned Wife Lucian Novels & Stories

“Well, what I did is nothing compared to what you and your family have put me through. I did everything you ever asked of me. I threw away my dreams just to please you. I turned myself into some pathetic, lovesick fool hoping to earn your love and trust. But what did I get in return? Divorce papers and betrayals? You chose to believe this wicked woman over your own wife even after I told you she framed me. You’re the worst kind of man, Caleb Montclair. You’re a coward. A spineless man no woman should ever love.”

"Yes, of course, Rhys. Whatever the Apex Fund requires." Killian finally released Elena’s hand, though his eyes never left hers. The message was loud, clear, and terrifyingly exhilarating. The transaction was complete. The Trojan Horse was inside the gates. And Julian Vance had just unknowingly locked himself inside a penthouse with the three men who were going to tear his life apart, piece by piece, while they took his wife right under his nose.

“She’s an omega. She isn’t nobility. She doesn’t belong here.” Lucian looked at her. He did not raise his voice. He did not lose his temper. He simply slid his arm around my waist and said, in a voice that made every guard turn their heads, “She’s my wife. That means she belongs wherever I do.” There was nothing Isolde could say to that. We walked past her. Past the gates. Into the place I once thought I’d never see again. Inside Lucian’s private quarters, he walked to his desk. A single parchment lay waiting.

“Just the girl who kept Ari alive? The woman you married to save your image? Am I just collateral in your war against Derek and Vivian?” “You are my wife,” he said, the words laced with steel. “In the public eye. In Ari’s life. You are not collateral.” “But you’re still going to marry her.” Silence stretched. His jaw clenched, but he didn’t deny it. Eva’s voice trembled with heartbreak she hadn’t expected to feel. “How do you reconcile that, Lucian? How do you stand in front of me, day after day, and pretend this isn’t tearing us both apart?”

Seeing me appear, Lucian—still on his knees—brightened instantly. He suddenly rushed forward, trying to grab onto my leg. “Eva, you finally agreed to see me!” He was filthy and reeking, with scars left from where Marisol had scratched him. He looked utterly revolting. I took a step back, and the bodyguards beside me immediately stepped forward, pinning him down and twisting his arms behind his back. “Let me go! I’m Evageline Cross’s husband!” Lucian struggled and shouted, then looked up at me.

I waited in that building all night. At dawn, she appeared. She wasn't flustered. Wasn't surprised. She simply stood in the doorway, looked at me, and let a trace of contempt cross her face. "So you're Lucien Blackthorne." Her tone was flat. I nodded. Told her I was Elena's husband. She let out a quiet laugh — unmistakably sarcastic — repeated the word "husband," then studied me as though confirming something. "Elena already divorced you, correct? Isn't your wife that vampire woman?"

"Lucian, you promised you'd divorce her and marry me! Why are you backing out now? You're lying to me. You know how much I love you—how could you do this?" "Abbie, I'm not lying to you. It's for the sake of the pack's new alliances." Lucian's tone was calm and detached, offering no further explanation. "Lucian, you've fallen for her, haven't you? You've forgotten that I almost died for you. You're completely obsessed with her now! You're all I have. If you don't want me anymore, I'd rather be dead." Abbie's voice grew faint. Before Lucian could respond, she hung up and drove away from the villa.

I had been arm twisted into accepting my fate, into swallowing the bitter pie placed in my mouth by force. The devil was waiting to usher me into his so called paradise. If death was an option here I would choose it with pride. Rotimi had plan but just in case it fails am done. Clemont Hill... I heard he already has two young wives. He has been through a dozen of divorces already. Was I going to be the next divorcee in the city? Or will he just kill me just the way he has done with many others who tresspased his lanes?

Lucian’s P.O.V. I look around the small expanse of fresh, green grass that laid below the sun’s light, making up the park that was overflowing with families. My legs remain stretched out beneath me, a hand supporting my head as I watch with tired eyes. Following the happy families of attentive parents and cheerful children playing without a single concern for the eye to see, pain blisters through me from the sight of it. I pull my eyes away and focus them instead on my feet. I knock them together to distract myself, trying to make the knocking loud enough to drown out the laughter that echoed through my ears.

Either way, I wasn’t falling for it. Before I could end the call a second time, I heard him again. “I may be dead to you, but that’s not going to stop me from getting you back. You are my wife, and I will not stand by and watch another man make a move on you.” I was stunned. I felt like someone had ripped my tongue out—I had nothing to say. What the fuck was he even talking about? My eyes widened as I processed Lucian’s words. “What?” I let out involuntarily.