Romans & histoires The Abandoned Wife Lucian Pdf

"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.

********* (LUCIAN’S ROOM) Lucian hadn’t been a child in decades, yet in his sleep, he was small again, standing helplessly watching two people who were supposed to love each other argue like cat and dog. “I don’t love you, Herald.” Elizabeth’s voice cut through the room, she was screaming at his father, who stood in front of her, holding her wrists like he was afraid she’d disappear if he let go. Tears streamed down his face. “What would Lucian do if you leave?” Herald pleaded. “I’ve given you everything, freedom, choice, love. And you still spread your legs for another man. You stole company money to fund him. Was that not enough?” “I don’t care. That money was mine too…my hard work built i

“Family. The company. The legacy.” “And all of that matters more than the woman who nearly died saving you?” Leonard looked away. “This isn’t about right or wrong,” he said flatly. “It’s about being realistic.” Sebastian let out a short laugh. “Realistic? You call abandoning your wife in that condition… realistic?” Leonard didn’t react. He simply took another sip. “Taking care of her won’t change anything. Surgeries, therapy… all of that just prolongs something that can’t be fixed.”

Lucianus I left her breathless and sated that night, but I was anything but. No matter how deep I buried my cock in her body and made her cry out in pleasure, it wasn’t enough. I couldn’t stand it anymore. Just the taste of her pleasure, even without the blood slave mark, had been enough to make me want more. It was like the forbidden fruit of immortality that could drive someone to madness. My wife was dead, yet I could have her in some small through this woman. Perhaps I should have stayed the course and refused this course of action. It would have been for the best, but it was too late now.

Ava finally met Antonio’s family and it turned out he had a wife, with two children and yet he leaves them every time to help Lucian with his work, even though he knew he might not come back to them one day. Lucian dropped his work as a deliverer but he made sure no one knew about it to keep Ava safe. He had made enough money that his generation would not go poor. Even he was surprised at the amount he had when he finally decided to check. After six months in hiding, they had a low key wedding where no one was invited but his mother, his father in law and Antonio and his family.

Zoe and Lily were quiet in the way they went quiet when something was landing that required room. Bianca looked at the handwriting on the screen. At her father’s handwriting. At words written in 1976 by a man she had not known well enough to remember clearly and which had somehow arrived in her hands on a Sunday morning fifty years later through a chain of things she could not have predicted and had lived anyway. She looked at Zoe. Zoe was looking at the phone. “Is that what the programme felt like,” Bianca said. Zoe thought about it. Properly. Not the quick answer.

She was looking out over the mountain pass, completely focused on the horizon and her back turned to him as if he were nothing more than a passing shadow in the dark. For two years, Lucian had chased the Legacy Director, obsessing over the mysterious entity that was systematically tearing his global empire to pieces. He had spent millions of dollars on forensic data analysts and private intelligence firms after which he was convinced that a powerful foreign syndicate was trying to break him. Now, as he cleared the dirt from the very infrastructure she had wrested from his control, the truth was a suffocating weight in his chest. His quiet, submissive wife hadn't just walked out on their marr

Nick snarled, "Lucian, stop lying to yourself! From the beginning until now, it was always you who abandoned Marisol. You left her behind and pushed her away, over and over again, until she finally broke. You're nothing but a coward! "You can't even admit. If not for your schemes, Sol and I would've been married years ago. You ruined us!" At those words, Lucian's eyes burned crimson, and his composure shattered. Like a man possessed, he lunged and slammed Nick to the ground. His fists pounded him with brutal force. Blood splattered violently with each blow.

Her chest rose and fell with the weight of her defiance. Lucian froze. For the briefest second, pain flickered across his face, so fast she almost doubted it was real. Then his expression hardened again, cruel and cold. “You’re my wife,” he said tightly. “Mine. Whether you like it or not.” Her throat burned, but she lifted her chin. “A wife on paper. That’s all you wanted, isn’t it?” His silence cut deeper than any answer. Without another word, Lucian turned and walked away, his footsteps echoing against the marble.

"Why would I want to meet people who abandoned me? Who didn't even care enough to leave a note explaining why they didn't want me?" "They might have had a reason," I said softly, immediately regretting the words. "I mean, sometimes things aren't as simple as they seem..." Lucian's face hardened. "Whatever reason they had, they knew exactly what they were doing when they left a baby alone at an orphanage. No note, no explanation, nothing. Just... abandoned." His voice cracked on the last word. "Can we please leave this conversation?" He ran his hands through his hair, a gesture I was starting to recognize as a sign of distress.