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His pitch black eyes bore directly into Vivienne's terrified face with the absolute, freezing void of an executioner. "My wife," Lucian growled, his voice a demonic, suffocating whisper that carried perfectly through the dead silent ballroom, "does not want to be one of you. Because from this exact second forward, she completely owns you." Vivienne's face drained of all blood. She shrank entirely under the crushing weight of his dominance. "If you ever step within ten feet of her again," Lucian vowed coldly, "I will not just buy your family's legacy. I will entirely erase the Kensington name from the history of this country. Walk away."

she stressed the last word, and I could only glare at her with fury. “She’s no longer a maid. From now on, you will speak to my wife respectfully,” Lucian asserted with authority. Vienna’s eyes widened, shifting her gaze between me and Lucian. “Wife?” She scoffed, clearly taken aback by the revelation. We both stood there, watching her reaction. “This... this trash is your wife?” she pointed at me, disdain dripping from her words. “The next time you point the finger at her will be the last time you have hands,” fear crept onto her face as Lucian issued the chilling threat.

Just accept that this time you lost Luke that you could not break Trina and the rules say that you must let her go. Lucian felt a huge sense of pride as his beautiful little submissive wife finally became the woman he had always known she could be, his whole body reacted to her bravery and he added his words to hers.

Lucian said, using a command tone at the end. “I only came here to give you a sweet memory that would carry you throughout the horrible and terrifying memories coming to you but since you ain't acting so nice I am going to leave you with your unfortunate fate," she said speaking in parables. “I have everything I need to have beautiful memories each day of my life." Lucian said, referring to his wife, Anna. “The very thing you love most in this world would be the very thing that causes you this disastrous fate. The one you love the most would bring about your end," she said, giving out a devilish smile and for the first time Lucian didn't find her pretty.

“He left her, Bella. He’s been trying to do right by Sofia. The separation was mutual...” “Mutual?” I laughed harshly and ugly. “She’s homeless, Lucian. Living on the street with a four-year-old because he decided he wanted a new life. A new city. A new woman. Me.” Lucian’s face drained of color. “That's not true...” “Of course it is !” I shouted, my voice breaking. “He was too busy playing the hero. Too busy making me feel safe. Too busy falling in love with me while his wife cried herself to sleep wondering where her husband went.”

"Since you're here, why not join us for dinner?" Seeing Jacob by my side, speaking as if he owned me, Lucian's fury boiled over. He jabbed a finger at Jacob's face and shouted, "Why are you still clinging to my wife?" Jacob gave a faint smile. "If I'm not mistaken, you two are divorced. So, why call her your wife?" "You!" Lucian grabbed Jacob's collar, but Jacob's height forced him to stand on tiptoe. "That's enough," I snapped. Lucian let go, and Jacob stepped back.

[Elara] "It absolutely is." [Lucian] Elara shook her head while trying to stop smiling. "You called me a traitor." "Because you are one." [Lucian] "I said nothing!" [Elara] "That was the problem." [Lucian] Elara laughed again, leaning back in her seat. Lucian shook his head. "My own wife abandoning me in front of my entire family." "You were and still are being dramatic." Elara pointed out. "They accused me of exhausting you." Lucian sighed.

“Thank you, Theo. What you’ve done for me today, no one else would have.” “You’re welcome.” He met my hand with a wide smile. “If you ever need me, I’m just a call away. But for that.” He paused with a chuckle. “We’ll need to exchange numbers.” “No need for that.” A harsh voice cut in, I turned around to find Lucian, his eyes brimming with contempt. “There is no need for anyone to take care of my wife.” “Lucian, please—” He didn’t let me finish. “First, you lie about being pregnant, and now, you’re flirting with another man?”

“Julian, please, I’m the victim here. She’s attacking me for no reason. All I did was call you when I needed help—” “Victim?” Vanessa laughed sharply. “Yes you’re the problem. Imagine calling someone’s husband at midnight just because of a convenient little cut?” Vanessa turned back to Julian. “Look at you, siding with your mistress while your wife is here sick. Shame on you, Julian.” For a moment, I saw something in Julian’s face—his eyes moved back to me, really looked at me this time. His expression cracked, just slightly. Guilt, maybe regret. His hand lifted an inch, like he might reach for me.

He said in a low growl that was sure to send a shiver down anyone's spine. Rage engulfed Lucian as he spoke making him stand to his feet. Like a predatory, he marched towards the fuming Clarissa. "You had no right to do that" "How dare you tell me about the right? Not you Lucian. Not after everything you did to me. What do you think you're trying to do keeping me here huh? Need I remind you Lucian, I don't belong to you and I'm not you're wife. We divorced a long time ago"