Novel & Cerita The Abandoned Wife Lucian Pdf

"But you were never meant to be a captive, Valerie. You were never meant to be a subordinate. You conquered this city alongside us. You designed the strategy that broke our enemies, and you wore the crown of the Matriarch with absolute, magnificent authority." Lucian picked up an antique silver lighter from the corner of his desk. He struck the wheel, sending a bright, clear flame into the warm air. Without a second of hesitation, Lucian held the corner of the original forced marriage contract over the open flame. The old parchment caught immediately. The red wax seal melted into dark drops against the glass tray below, and the sharp ink signatures of the dead council members curled into bla

Lucian looked at me patiently and said, "I'm not going to let my pregnant wife yell at me. For your information, letting a pregnant woman do anything doesn't look good for the rest of your life, so you might want to add that into your playbook of women. Gianna's going to be here next week anyway. I'm sure she'll talk to me by that time. And again, don't you ever try to use Gianna for argument's sake." I cracked a big smile on my face and said, "I know, I know. She's your Gianna. She's definitely not one of them. But I'm just saying. Girls like that Louisa all have some twisted fucking father issues on many levels. But one thing they have in common is that they're all buying the 'love saves t

The memory of the events that had led her here, the ruined wedding, the escape, the confrontation with this enigmatic man, played in her mind like a whirlwind she could not control. “Mrs. Owens, this is Adele Callahan Reid,” Lucian said, his deep voice breaking through her thoughts. Adele flinched slightly at hearing her full name roll off his tongue, though she hadn’t told it to him. “She’ll be staying here for a while. Get her settled in.” Without waiting for a response, Lucian turned his piercing eyes toward Adele. “And get her something else to wear,” he added before vanishing into the dimly lit corridors of the house. His long strides echoed on the polished marble floor until they faded

“Because you’re confusing control with care. You don’t want me here because you give a damn. You want me here because it’s convenient. You want your wife happy and your conscience clean.” He was staring at me like I’d shot him in the chest. “And you know what?” I hissed, pushing harder, “Sienna can't hide her true nature. Not from me. And deep down, I don’t think she truly wants me here other than to use me. She just wants what she can’t have. You and her are no different from one another.” That was the last straw. Lucian took two steps, then four…before I even had the chance to react, his hand was on my throat, slamming me back against the wall like he’d finally snapped.

“Oh wait, sorry, husband. I would have you know I’d rather he be dead so whatever it is, I’m not helping so you can go sashay your way back to whoever sent you and we’d pretend this never happened.” Clara couldn’t help but flinch in her spot under the desk which seemed to be getting hotter and hotter by the minute. Maybe it was the fact that she was a little scared of this side of Lucian or the fact that his butt was directly above her head. Who knew? Celeste felt her insides twist at the acid in his voice as he all but spat the word husband. She held her ground, wanted to, but the sinister laugh that followed him as he rose up from the desk made her wish she ran out the door the minute he d

My head sank into a fog of pain until I could no longer think. Just before the darkness claimed me, I saw the woman who once promised to love me forever holding another man intimately in her arms as she said, "The world only needs one pianist. Marc is that one."

Because no one knew who I was. No one knew that I was Lucien and Agatha’s daughter. A secret born from tragedy. After the meeting, I returned to my house, slipping off my gloves with absentminded precision. The weight of a gaze pressed against my back, familiar and inescapable. I didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. "Did you forget what I told you?" I finally faced him, leaning against the nightstand, watching as Azriel stood there, rigid, his presence commanding. His eyes bore into me, a mixture of frustration and something deeper—something I couldn’t name.

"Cool. Is he local? Ms. Rodriguez said he does speaking events and—" "Elena." Nova's voice was sharp. "That man is dangerous. He's—" "He's my ex-husband," Nova interrupted, shooting me a look that said let me handle this. "From a long time ago. Before I met your dad." Elena's eyes went wide. "Wait. The bad ex-husband? The one who went to prison? That's the guy who wrote this?" "Yes." "No way." Elena stared at the book cover. "This is the guy who tried to kill Dad?"

Elena got inside. Lucas noticed the anger in her face immediately. “Who was it?” Elena stared out the window for a moment before answering. “Adrian’s uncle.” Lucas frowned. “The billionaire investor?” “Yes.” “What did he want?” Elena’s voice hardened. “He’s the one who destroyed my marriage.” Lucas’s eyes widened. “You’re serious?” Elena nodded. “He arranged everything.” Lucas leaned back in shock. “Why?” Elena looked straight ahead. “Because Adrian was planning to leave his company for me.”

Lorenzo’s voice sounded like a dying beast, screaming my name through the torrential rain. He refused to leave. He stubbornly believed that if he knelt in the rain long enough, just like he did years ago, my heart would soften. He thought I would come out holding an umbrella and bring him home, just like I did when I was eighteen. Unfortunately, the Elena who loved him died the night he abandoned her. "Make him shut up." I set down my glass of red wine, draped a black cashmere coat over my shoulders, and walked out of the main building.