The Abandoned Wife Roxanne And Lucian Novels & Stories

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.

[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.

"Roxy is more delicate. I only see her as a younger sister." "Why are you being so unreasonable? Roxy would never make a scene like this." "Vicky, how can you explain yourself? I have never seen a woman so jealous of her own sister." The day Lucius asked to end our engagement, I did not argue. I quietly took back the marriage contract. Later, I became engaged to the Crown Prince. Roxanne abandoned Lucius and forced her way between Caelum and me. Then Roxanne disappeared. Lucius led troops to guard Northwatch, the northern frontier. Years passed, and in my heart, the young general vanished with them.

I moved into Seth’s home. However, I could not shake Lucien off. He found his way there as well. He timed his visit for a time when Seth would be out on a business trip. He stopped me when I went out for a stroll. “Let’s have a chat, Annie.” I simply walked around him. Coldly, I said, “Mr. Kaplan, there’s nothing we have to talk about.” “I already told you my last name isn’t Kaplan!” Lucien roared angrily. “Annie, I’m Lucien Rook. I’m your legal husband. I spent ten years with you! How could you forget me?”

I held the back of the chair in front of me and I instantly felt dizzy. It was more money than I had ever seen in my whole life. It was even more than I ever thought I would need, but I needed it. Just for him and for Jace. Lucien sat down across from me and he looked completely calm. It was like this was nothing. It was like offering five million dollars for a fake marriage was just another business deal to him. He steepled his fingers in front of him. “The conditions are simple. You will live here with me. You will play the role of my wife in public and in private, you will keep to yourself. No touching, no feelings and no lies.”

“This is your legacy. A thousand days in prison. Every scar is a gift from the man who vowed to protect me.” Hot tears splashed onto Damien’s hand. He flinched at the burn of them, his fingers twitching involuntarily. For the first time, he looked shaken—haunted, even. Outside, thunder boomed, drowning out the silence between them. Elena took a deep breath and wiped her tears, her voice suddenly calm. “If I could do it all over again, Damien, I’d pray never to have met you.” Her words sliced through the air like lightning. Damien’s expression hardened again, though a flicker of guilt lingered behind his eyes. “You have no choice,” he said quietly. “You’re my wife. That will never change.”

She was beautiful, like a living Greek statue. Alexandro got out from the other door. The left door, not the one the woman had used. He stood beside the car, straightened his jacket, then looked at me. His face was flat, as usual. The woman looked at me. She looked me up and down, and in her eyes, I saw judgment. Alexandro walked closer. He stood beside me, looking at the woman. "Lucia, this is Roseanne. Roseanne, this is Lucia, my wife."

Beneath the illustration was a line of ancient text, which he translated in a trembling voice: "The blood of the First Bride shall open the Final Gate." I froze. The first bride... Rose. "Rose, aren't you—" But Lucien shook his head slowly, shutting down my theory. "No." Every eye in the room—including Rose’s—snapped to him. "Not Rose," Lucien said firmly. I frowned, completely bewildered. "Then who? History says Rose was the bride who was sacrificed!" Lucien smiled thinly, his gaze practically stripping my soul bare. "You are the real First Bride."

Kingsley Family Insider Claims Elena Hart Was Seen With Mystery Man at Hotel Her hands began to tremble. “They’re destroying you,” Lucas said quietly. Elena stared at the screen. The comments were even worse. Gold digger. Cheater. She only married him for money. Tears blurred her vision. Sophia had moved faster than she expected. Lucas locked his phone and looked at her seriously. “You should fight back.” Elena slowly shook her head. “I’m tired, Lucas.” “You can’t let them do this to you.” She placed a hand over her stomach again.

"Is that not the Rose family’s young lady? I heard the Rose family fell badly because of her. Apparently, she has a questionable reputation and was even suspected of trying to harm someone." "Serves her right. I heard her former fiancé was driven to his death by her. If the Rose family had not been so powerful, she would have been sent to prison a long time ago." Bianca clenched her teeth. Humiliation and fury surged through her like never before. She dug her nails into her palm until it hurt, but instead of weakening her resolve, the humiliation hardened her determination. … On the other hand, Lucian had just landed in Country A. As he gazed at the architecture and cultural landscape around