Novel & Cerita The Abandoned Wife Lucian Pdf

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.

“She stayed after you let her family die. After you erased her from history to protect your throne. You let the world believe she was no one. And she died believing she wasn’t worthy of love.” “I was a prince,” the King hisses. “I had to secure alliances. I married an Alpha’s daughter to protect my people.” Lucian’s fury is palpable. “No. You married ambition. You betrayed your mate. You buried her memory like a sin. You buried me.” A long silence. Then footsteps. Retreating. Fading down the corridor. But Lucian’s final words don’t fade. They settle into the air like ash. “You may be my father and my King, but I will never become you. Even without a cure, I’ll find my own way to the top. And

It was armor. His office was huge and cold. The windows showed off the city below, as if he owned it. Lucian sat behind a massive desk in a dark suit, calm and unreadable. He didn’t even offer a handshake. Just a nod. “Miss Langston,” he said. His deep voice was cool and distant. “Thanks for coming.” “Let’s just get to it, Lucian,” Eva replied, trying to keep her voice steady. “What are your terms?” He leaned back, calm and confident. “As your father explained, I’ll invest in Langston Innovations, clear the debt, and stabilize the company. In exchange, you become my wife.”

My voice was harden “And tell me, why exactly are you here? Wasn’t this supposed to be a father and son meeting, not a meeting with an alleycat?” Her lips stiffened. Before she could retort, Delano’s cheerful voice rang out. “Father!” And then they entered. My brother, his daughter, and his wife. Her. Miriam looked composed, the perfect wife, the perfect mother. But when she sat across from me, the glass cup trembled in her hand as she gulp some water, I saw the crack in her perfect image. Her knuckles whitened as she set the cup down. Her smile to Delano was brittle, lips quivering at the corners.

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.