The Abandoned Wife Lucian Novels & Stories

Willy shouted and rushed over to his men; he touched one, staining his hands with blood, and then told Lucian that he would pay and no one was to walk out of here alive. Lucian chuckled. “You brought this on yourself when you laid your hands on my wife. I told myself I wouldn't shed any blood, but you forced me, Willy.” “What?” Willy asked angrily with a stern look at Lucian. Gray then walked up to Lydia as her husband, with two other men raising their guns to him. Lucian then asked them to drop it,it or else he'll make sure that they both die. “Hahaha… I came to take what is mine, but then you suddenly showed up, ruining it for me. You must think that everyone else beneath you is a joke.”

A subtle reminder that the next cut won’t be metaphorical. “You see, Julian,” I say softly, “not only does my wife hate your fucking guts, so does your son. And if you don’t give me something, I’m going to let him take that disappointment out on your bones.” He turns toward me. One eye is swollen shut. The other barely open. His mouth’s a mess of broken teeth and blood. He’s a ruin. A living warning. And still, the bastard has the audacity to sneer. “It doesn’t matter where she is, Luciano,” he spits. “She was never yours. She was only ever a decoy—meant to distract you while we took what we needed.”

He felt his walls closing in, his chest tightened up,he couldn't breathe properly, and worse still he didn't know why his body reacted as fast as lightning. His voice was ice. "Get your hands off my wife, with that he threw his fists to Marcus face and it left a mark. Marcus turned,"Are you crazy?, What did you just say? Who is she to you?" Lucian didn’t flinch. "My wife." The way Marcus’s expression crumpled—Serena felt it in her stomach. Lucian grabbed her wrist and yanked her from Marcus’s hold. She didn’t resist. Couldn’t. Inside the car, silence screamed.

James dutifully provided for the family, but apart from that one incident that resulted in Liana's conception, they were never intimate and slept in different rooms. Quinta had hoped that her daughter's pregnancy would expedite Rich and Megan's divorce, positioning Liana as the rightful Mrs. Wayne. However, after the miscarriage, they needed a new plan. She comforted her daughter as she began to devise a Plan B. ****** Dante pulled his hood up, hiding his face as he walked down the street. He had rented a shabby apartment to use as a hideout while on the run, but his money was running low. Sometimes, he could hear Benny's voice pleading with him to let him go. It was never his intention to h

From outside, Flo called out, asking to come in, but Caroline declined. "Please wait outside. There’s no need to come in. I can bathe on my own," Caroline replied. "Alright then, Miss. We won’t enter," Flo’s voice faintly echoed from outside the bathroom but was still audible to Caroline. Fifteen minutes passed, and Caroline continued to enjoy the comfort of the bath. Her eyes wandered over the bruises on her body—reminders of the abuse she endured from Johan and Victoria, her husband and mother-in-law. Her abdomen still ached slightly from the kicks Johan had delivered. Ben had always ensured she received the best care while staying in this house—a stark contrast to Johan, who remained her

He was watching her face. “It didn’t die with him,” Bianca said. “It went on without him. Imperfectly. In pieces. Through people who didn’t know they were carrying it.” She paused. “And now it has his name on a government framework and his granddaughter is adding a special library section to a fictional neighbourhood map and his daughter is about to have a second child.” Silence. Complete silence. Then her mother said: “A second child.” Bianca looked at Ethan. He had gone very still.

“Such a pervert, Lucian. You couldn’t find a wife in your age range?” I closed my eyes in fear and disgust, trying not to tremble. Inside, my mind screamed. This felt so wrong. His body pressed against mine made me want to vomit. I thought of Lucian’s gentle kisses, his warm eyes, and how safe I felt with him. This rogue was nothing like my husband. He was crude and dangerous. “Isn’t it such a pity though?” he continued, his voice dripping with fake sympathy. “All this beauty and you married a man who can’t satisfy you? Such a waste! Why not be with me instead?” With that, he pressed his erection firmly against me.

For a moment of lust, he had abandoned his own wife. He thought that he could not forget his first love. But on that day, he finally realized he could not let go of his wife. After a long moment of silence, Lucien said hoarsely, “Holly, let’s end things. You should get rid of your baby.” Holly’s eyes widened. Her expression was one of disbelief. “What on earth are you saying, Lucien?” Lucien scoffed. “Holly, Annie’s my wife. You’re only my mistress. What makes you think you have the right to give birth to my child?”

"I think there's been a misunderstanding, Mrs. Viviana." "Misunderstanding?" Mrs. Viviana scoffed. "Lara already told me everything. How you abandoned your own child, left your husband, then went after your superiors to climb the ladder." She looked me up and down. "I dislike women like you most of all. Family is everything. And you threw it away for ambition." I took a breath, holding down the emotion rising in my throat. Lara stood behind Mrs. Viviana with a triumphant smile. She knew exactly what she was doing — choosing a business partner who held family values in the highest regard, then poisoning her view of me before I had a chance to defend myself.