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“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.”

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.

Ignored. One after another. One rejection after another. Every person who used to answer on the first ring suddenly had somewhere else to be. People who used to beg for my attention. People who used to wait outside my dressing room. People who used to flatter me. Gone. Every single one. The loneliness turned into fury. Because this wasn’t fair. Lucian cheated. Lucian betrayed his wife. Lucian hurt people. Lucian destroyed lives. Yet somehow I was the one being abandoned.

He just watched the pieces of the vase settle on the wall and then the floor. "You're not a traitor," he said quietly. "I'm a Blackthorne's wife, Lucian! No matter how many papers I sign, no matter how many people I train with... I am the woman he chose. And he’s never going to let me forget it." I slumped against the wall, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor, surrounded by the shards of my own life. I buried my face in my hands and finally, truly, let the devastation win.

I waited in that building all night. At dawn, she appeared. She wasn't flustered. Wasn't surprised. She simply stood in the doorway, looked at me, and let a trace of contempt cross her face. "So you're Lucien Blackthorne." Her tone was flat. I nodded. Told her I was Elena's husband. She let out a quiet laugh — unmistakably sarcastic — repeated the word "husband," then studied me as though confirming something. "Elena already divorced you, correct? Isn't your wife that vampire woman?"

She shot me one last contemptuous glance, took Johnny's hand, and turned to leave. I watched her retreating figure, and the memories of our fifteen years together flooded back. Despite everything, I couldn't help but call out to her. Maeve spun around instantly. "Changed your mind? Ed, it's too late now—" I cut her off, glancing at her hand intertwined with Johnny's. Whether it was because I'd already hurt too much, or because I'd finally let go—my heart felt calm now. I said, "We were married once, so I'll give you one last piece of advice. Johnny isn't who you think he is. He's not the son of war heroes—he's been lying to you. His reasons for getting close to you might not be innocent..."

I snort, “I don’t want whatever germs you have and quite frankly, I am not interested in this little arrangement that the elders set up.” She blankly stares at me, her arched eyebrows furrowing together, “It’s already been arranged.” She slides her cup to the side, “Are you backing out?” She sits upright, “I can’t, unfortunately.” My lip twitches up into a snarl, “I’m just telling you now…your life will be hell, you’ll be alone and I frankly won’t ever care about a hair on your body.” I lean back, shrugging. “You know what…I heard about you, the Lycan Alpha who is fair, but that turned into fear. It’s clear to see just walking here and I get it that you need time, after what happened to your

“My wife is too fine, too good a woman to tell you to get out of her house but I will not have scum like you insult her. So shut the f*ck up or I will have the men throw you out like I had you thrown out of my room last night when you tried to get me to f*ck you, you cheap sl*t.’ Lucien was in a rage, Proserpina knew from the way his body vibrated with anger and he was dangerous and unpredictable at times like that. Britney shrank as he growled threateningly, “I should only have brought the boy along but you begged and the boy pleaded. But not one word more! I paid you to f*ck me in those days in the past but I would never have brought you or your sister back home to my bed. You never meant

He completed his sentence and plopped down onto the sofa with a hectic look on his face. Avelina gazed at him, and with her hands balled into a tight fists, she pulled the door open. "I am not your wife, and never will I be!" She declared and stormed out of the room. Lucian pinched between his brows and lowered his head in deep stress. "What a headache!" He complained and lay down on the couch. ———- Across the long table, Lucian's father, Lehalt de' Cole, sat opposite a middle-aged man who appeared to be his age.