The Abandoned Wife Roxanne And Lucian Novels & Stories

Martin murmured in his drunken stupor. "Stop fooling yourself Martin. Velma is there, proving that your wife betrayed you. She gave birth to child for another man. Don't you see that? Stop brainwashing yourself. It will be of no use." Susan shouted angrily. Only she knew how she had endured all this time. Since they registered their marriage, Martin had never touched her. To be precise they slept in separate rooms. Martin said that he will never betray his dead wife by sleeping with another woman. The far he could go was get a marriage certificate.

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

" The words spill out, carrying a mix of skepticism and accusation, as Oryx confronts the unexpected scenario unfolding before her. The air crackles with tension, and Marquis's actions are met with a wariness born from past betrayals. And she is not ready for another betrayal. " It's nothing like that. Stop overthinking. I can choose something for my wife, Can't I?" " Wife? That is the worst joke, I have ever heard. The same person who left me on my wedding night with some stupid purses as if I was some gold-digger, told me that he would never acknowledge me as wife and watched me breaking my leg in front of people, humiliating me. Don't you feel ashamed of using that word? Wait, No. You mus

Top of Form I sighed and walked closer to him, my hand gently cradling his face. "Y— you silly man," I murmured, my voice tender as I looked into his eyes. "Yes, I did love Noah, and he did make me feel safe, but Lucian, you're my husband now. You make me feel safe and something more," I confessed, my words coming from the depths of my heart. "I wanted to go with Noah, not because of my feelings for him, but because of how much he cared for me in Paris. If I never met him, I wouldn't have survived the harsh world. We wouldn't have met," I explained, pulling his hands to my face, my fingers intertwining with his. "I love you too, Lucian Creed. I have always loved you, and I wouldn't change a

Lai had never felt so angry in his life, he wanted Mica to be save from his brother's clutches but how? " Before doing that, you should first of all tell me what Lucan is hiding from all of us" a voice sneered behind him and he turned, Meredith was looking dolled up as usual. Something she never missed doing. Lai made a resolve within himself to tell her, she was his mate after all and they both after the same goal here. "Lucan is aging". " What?" A look of disbelief was all over her face. " He is aging and needs a young virgin to make it stop, Mica is the one he has chosen" he gritted his teeth at the thought of that.

" She said, turning to leave, she saw Ava standing with his hands crossed on his chest. "Ha." She scream. "You scared me." She told him. Ava smiled, and with his handsome and cherming look, he had the cloth brought by Raine on him. He asked Roxanne, "Who are you?" She smiled at him as well and answered. "I am Roxanne, Raine wife, and friend to you. Hope you have eaten". She asked him. He couldn't understand her but continued smiling. Roxanne held his hands and took him to the sitting room. There she sat with him, watching a movie. Ava was focusing; he was just smiling at the action display on the television. Meanwhile, Roxanne had set her eye on him; she kept nodding her head and smiling. Th

"You're really good, Roxanne. You're the best actress! Out of the two of us, you're the one with the termite lineage. You ruined my marriage, remember?" "I didn't steal anything. It's just that there's really no man who can stay with you. Who knows, even Dylan will leave you soon." My hands clenched, he was about to slap me if Lucas hadn't stopped, and firmly grabbed Roxanne by the other arm. "Shame on people, Roxanne." "What?! This girl should be the one to feel ashamed." "Roxanne, let's get out of here," Lucas added and then called a waitress to give them the payment for their orders.

“Don’t turn around. That bastard, Victor, is here. He’s at the counter and he keeps looking at you, Roxy.” Roxanne furrowed her eyebrows and shook her head. She uttered, “Let him be. Bruce is here so he won’t try anything.” Yolanda raised an eyebrow. She glanced at the two ladies and asked, “Who’s Victor?” “It’s a long story-” Roxanne responded but Heather’s voice came, cutting her words short. “Oh, he’s a scumbag who used to be Roxanne’s fiancé. And then he impregnated her stepsister and got engaged to her. Then, the pregnancy turned out to be fake so he wants Roxanne back,” Heather summarized the long story for Yolanda.

Not by a long shot. And yet... Lucian stood there calmly, unbothered by the chaos he had just unleashed. His hands were casually tucked into the pockets of his expensive slacks. He didn't even blink. He tilted his head slightly, his gaze locked on Caleb like a predator watching prey. “Yes,” Lucian said, his voice low and definitive. “Raina Drayden. My wife.” Raina’s heart thudded painfully in her chest. Lucian’s gaze flickered toward her briefly — something dark and unreadable in his expression — before he turned back to the room at large.

Cross is literally the luckiest woman alive. Luckiest. I set my phone face-down on the mattress and stared at the ceiling. If only they knew. If only they could see past the tailored coat and the smooth answers — see the empty side of the bed, the unanswered calls, Selene’s name on his screen like a bruise I kept pressing. Julian Cross was exceptional at many things. Performing love for an audience was near the top of the list. I closed my eyes and let exhaustion pull me under. The knock came soft, almost hesitant.