Lucille’s POV“Martin…” I stood up from the couch where I was sitting in the footage while I watched Martin and Vanessa with horror in my eyes. Why were they holding hands? These two people who had never met each other were suddenly acting all lovely.“What are you saying? Divorce? How?” My voice raised a notch higher and I was slowly getting piped and angry. I was just a young wife at the time who didn't even know how to navigate the situation.And before I knew it, I went ahead to separate Martin and Vanessa, with so much force. However, at that moment, Martin caught hold of my hand and threw me backward, my back banging on the couch. Pain! That was what I felt, both physically and emotionally, both in the footage and in the present time. I took it then, but not now. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” I yelled out, drawing Kent’s and Martin's attention from the video and they looked at me, blankly. “Did you both bring me here to show me that? Do you want me to relive my pain–”
Lucille’s POVI watched as Martin pushed Vanessa and warned her never to come close to him. After that, the footage of my divorce with Kent played too and the same thing happened.In the end, they both appeared to detest Vanessa. I stood in place, frozen by what I was watching. How was I supposed to take in that they had lied to me all this while? It was too surreal and stupid to believe. Why would they go as far as faking a divorce to send me away?“This is fake, right?” I sneered. “The video is fake!” “No.” They answered in unison. Martin stepped forward and held my arm while he looked at me calmly, “We figured it was time to tell you the truth. For us to go on amicably, we at least owe you the truth.”“Kent and I never meant to hurt you. We were just forced to do so–”“Why?” I snapped, suddenly, dragging my hand away from him. “If you both claim you didn't want to hurt me, why then did you do it? Who forced you? Vanessa?”“You both mean to tell me that a woman like her would forc
Lucille’s POVI could no longer disapprove of what Martin and Kent were saying to me. How Lucas was responsible for my attack at the hotel. It was absurd, yet so real. My brother was so happy that I was back to the family. Why this?“Is he in contact with Vanessa? Did they plan this together?” I asked. I recalled that that bitch was subtly threatening me and she wanted to do something evil. I couldn't fathom how I would feel if those two were in cahoots. “No. Lucas did it on his own.” Martin shook his head. My heart bled, and I staggered, almost falling to the floor but Kent quickly stood up and held my shoulders. “That’s enough for today, Lucille. You need to rest.” Kent said and swiftly, he carried me up, princess style. “I will take you to your room.”I simply nodded, weakly as I didn't have the will to push him away. He glanced at Martin before leaving with me and slowly, I receded into the back of my mind as once again, the feeling of betrayal washed over me. Did my family
Lucille’s POVThe next morning…After my conversation with Kent, he made sure I had a good night's rest before leaving so early in the morning. From the corner of my eyes, I saw him place a kiss on my cheek as he left my room. Now, it was 8:00am, I was out of bed and I was being led to the dining area in the mansion. I was dressed in a long tube white dress with my hair, flowing beautifully and I saw Martin sitting at the head of the table already. He stood up as soon as he saw me, and a smile formed on his face. “You look heavenly…and serene.” He walked forward, and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, with so much calmness. We matched each other’s energy at that moment. “Thanks.” I blushed as he led me toward the table. I sat to his right as the servants started to serve our breakfast. And then I noticed that Kent wasn't there. “Where is Kent?” I asked. “He left this morning for an urgent meeting,” Martin said as he placed an omelet on my plate. “You both must have had a lo
Lucille’s POV“Back together?” I gasped, quickly wiggling my arm out of his grasp. “I don’t think it we are… we are just pretending.” I smiled wryly. “Hmm….” Martin let out a disgruntled sound, looking deflated. “Whatever you say. We are still married, aren’t we?” He winked, a smirk growing on his face. But then, a thought suddenly sprung up in my head. “If we are still married, doesn't it mean that I am married to Kent as well?” I sneered. As soon as he heard that, his smile fell and his gaze turned stormy. “You both will get a divorce!” He declared. At his words, I burst into a peal of mocking laughter. For the first time in a long while, I saw Martin really troubled about something. I wanted more of that expression, and a wicked smirk formed on my face, “Do you think Kent will divorce me easily?”“I don’t even know how he was able to marry me when you didn't register the divorce!” I chuckled as Martin looked more and more deflated. The whole issue was even too complex to lo
Lucille’s POVThe smile on my face faltered seeing Brandon and a certain dislike rose up my throat. Now that I look at it, he had watched me die in my last life and even if there was a possibility that he didn't cheat just like Martin and Kent, I could never forgive him. “Martin…” I smiled at the man beside me. “Let’s go in.”I ignored Brandon completely and Martin looked proud. He nodded and started to lead me away, however, Brandon wasn't ready to let us go. He marched forward, placing himself in our way. “What do you want?” I glared at him. But he didn't speak right away, his face was only contorting in anger and he glanced at Martin who looked back at him coldly. He quickly looked away. “Are you a whore, Lucille?” Brandon seemed to be in disbelief. “Do you want to sleep with every single man in this city?”Martin’s arm tightened around me and he was about to lash out but I held him back. It was too lowly of Martin to exchange words with Brandon and it was so for me too. “Yes
Lucille’s POV“Quick! Come on in!” The woman took my hand calmly which shocked me a little bit. However, with how soft her hand was and how warm she was, I couldn't help but hold on tighter. She led me straight to the dressing room, as she spoke, “This floor has customized items, whatever you are aiming to find.”“And Mr. Luther here wants the best dress for you, tonight.”“A dress?” I gasped, in surprise. “For what?” “Didn’t he tell you?” The woman spoke up, looking at Martin with a frown on her face. “What?” I smiled nervously, looking from her to him. He looked away quickly as if he wanted to hide something. But then he looked back at me, “She is my aunt.”“What?” I yelled, without thinking and quickly drew my hand away from her. I took a step back and bowed quickly. “I am sorry, I didn't recognize you earlier. Martin is just–” “Ignorant, I know. He never introduced you to us before marrying you.” The aunt completed my words before I could even finish. However, that wasn't wh
Lucille’s POV“You don’t have to worry…hmm…” He groaned as he carried me up to his thighs. “You just have to cooperate with me and Kent and everything will be alright.”Slowly, he snaked his arm around my waist, rubbing his thumb on my sides. I couldn't help but squirm and blush at his gentle actions. But then a mischievous look came on my face, “Does Kent know you are doing this? This is not part of the plan, is it?”“Of course not.” Martin chuckled. “But I have to win your heart before Kent does.” He grinned. He nudged my head with his face, placing his warm lips on my cheeks. “I want to kiss you so bad now, Lucille.” He whispered, sucking on his lips while he looked at mine with longing. “Well…” My heart skipped a beat and I was torn whether I should give him the go-ahead or not. He was just too tempting but I knew that if I should give in, I would find myself slowly sinking into his grasp without anything to pull me out. I wasn't sure that was what I wanted now. “Martin–”Kno
Lucille’s POVI couldn't help the blush that spread across my face as I let Martin sniff me and kiss my neck continuously. Deep down, I was also contemplating my answer to his question. “I need an answer, wifey…” He groaned, embracing me even tighter. “Wifey?” I chuckled, my blush reddening the more. “What? You like it when I call you that?” He smirked, looking at me with a proud gaze and I nodded immediately. “I just can’t believe we are back together, so fast and so suddenly…” I said, with a small tone filled with happiness. I imagined how much joy and happy family I lost in my past life because my brother and former friend decided to sabotage me. Maybe this was why I was given another chance at life. The universe wanted me to be happy again. “Let’s go home, Martin.” I chuckled. “We can have the fun we need back at home, uninterrupted.”“Alright.” He nodded. “Let’s pack up first.”He let go of me after a long minute of several kisses, all over my face and body. I was a laughin
Lucille’s POVI halted, taking a deep breath to calm myself. Martin also helped me by squeezing my hand, rendering me the courage I needed. “Lucas…” I smiled, my eyes going round and I left Martin’s side and jumped straight into his arms. I embraced him even though he never expected me to do that. I never knew that I could pull off such a fake smile and fake excitement. I guessed desperate times called for desperate measures. “You left with father without a word,” I whined, looking at him with a displeased gaze. “Are you upset?” He asked, his face morphed with confusion.“Of course! How do you feel if you wake up one morning and your family is nowhere to be seen?” I snickered, still putting on a wronged expression. I took a step away from him and folded my hands on my chest. “You have to apologize to me!” I demanded. He raised his brows, looking from me to Martin and then back to me. “Is that why you got together with him? I thought I warned you against him?” Lucas asked, not c
Lucille’s POVI went silent, surprised that he would outrightly ask me to divorce Martin. He looked at me, sternly and for the first time in a long while, I was subdued of my father’s gaze. I could oppose or accept his command because he kept my gaze locked. Until my savior came...“I am afraid, sir. We can’t get divorced.” Martin spoke up and then held me by my waist, squeezing it to bring me back to my senses. “Yes, father.” I nodded, quickly while blinking. “I can’t divorce Martin. He means a lot to me–”“Are you seriously going back to him who cheated on you and sent you away? Lucille, I didn't raise you to be this low!” Lucian King banged his fists on the table, startling me and I flinched.However, Martin didn't move. He was steady and calm as always and he intervened. “Are you against our marriage because I am a member of the Luther family, or is it because you think I cheated on Lucille?” Martin asked. My father had to pick a side.“Both.” He groaned. “How could I let my d
Lucille’s POV“My father?” I gasped, shooting up to my feet. Martin willingly let go of me this time, and I grabbed my phone from Kent. Of course, there were a total of 50 missed calls from my father and also Lucas. They never called my phone this much in my entire life. “They must have seen the news...” Kent spoke up as I stared at my phone, scrolling through the messages. They were both demanding my location and I wondered if they were back home. In the background, Kent had put on the large television in the bedroom and the voice of the news anchor echoed in my ears. “NEW CHAIRMAN OF LUTH GROUP, MARTIN LUTHER WITH HIS WIFE, LUCILLE KING WERE INTRODUCED TO THE PUBLIC AND THE SHAREHOLDERS LAST NIGHT…”“Tone it down…my father is calling again…” I waved my hand, and then placed it on my chest. My heart beat rapidly as I watched the phone ring. What would my father say? Would he be disappointed in me? “You don’t have to be scared.” Kent held my waist and slowly pulled me to himsel
Lucille’s POVThe next morning…I opened my eyes which had gone puffy due to the tears from last night. My heart was heavy and as I lay on the bed, I stared at the white ceiling for longer than a minute wondering what decision Martin was going to make. Also, I felt Kent was sitting on the fence, however, his words from last night made me think otherwise. Just at that moment, a deep voice flowed into my ears. “You are awake…”My head snapped to the side as I saw Martin sitting casually on the couch close to my bed.“Martin…” I gasped, quickly sitting up. I was surprised to see him, and he didn't look anything that he was from last night. He was back to his usual self. I took out my legs from underneath the sheets, ready to climb down the bed…“Stay in bed. It’s still very early to rise.” His words were commanding and I found myself sitting. But my eyes searched his face in worry. “How long have you been here?” I asked. “You should have woken me up if you wanted to talk...” “You we
Lucille’s POV I was vexed, and hurt that he would just leave that way. Where was his dangerous self when he didn't want me alone with Kent? Where was his assertive self when he asked me to choose between him and Kent? And now, he just wanted to leave? If I had not stopped him earlier, he would have left without looking back. For the first time, I detested his calmness which I used to admire so much and thought was sexy. “You want to leave, right? Go!” I turned to leave, not wanting to beg him to stay. It was my fault for liking two men at the same time. It was my fault for not being able to choose between two wonderful men. Maybe I was too selfish. “Lucille! Wait!” He caught me before I could go further into the house. I halted my steps but I didn't turn to look at him, and then he walked to stand before me. “I don’t understand. Tell me what you mean by fighting for you. Who am I to fight? Kent?” He asked. I sighed at that question. I didn't want them to fight of course.
Martin’s POV“Drive to Kent’s mansion!” I ordered the driver as I watched Kent and Lucille drive away. My elbow rested on the car door, while I covered my clenched jaw with my palm. How dare that bastard try to take Lucille away from me? I was her first husband! Only my marriage to her would be recognized but that didn't seem to hold much weight because Kent wouldn't relent.In as much as both of us were on the same page about helping Lucille after a circumstance in which we were involved together, it didn't mean we were on the same page about who would be Lucille's lover now. We never talked about it and it didn't seem to be a big deal then because we were trying to get her to understand us. And now that she did, I regretted not setting it straight with Kent.At this point, the driver rode just behind Kent’s car and I watched the back window like a hawk, wondering what could be going on inside but I could see nothing. All I could do was sit back and follow after them. __After in
Lucille’s POV“Damn it!” I facepalmed myself, disappointed that we were in the car and we needed to get out. Kent let go and rested his head on my chest as he breathed heavily. “Should we continue?” He asked. “Of course not.” I rolled my eyes. “Then everyone will know what we are doing here.”“The driver already knows though.” Kent snickered with a smile as he looked up at me. “There is no way we are staying here!” I pushed him off me, suddenly finding the car a bit too cramped. I was embarrassed knowing the driver knew of our actions and Kent wasn't making it easy either. How could he think of staying when the driver had asked us to get down?“Why did he even knock?” Kent frowned, scowling in displeasure. “I was just about to have you to myself…”“Don’t worry.” I smiled. “We can do that when we go in. No one will disturb us then.” I held his chin, playing with his skin with my fingers. But then his eyes roamed down to my chest and a newfound hunger arose in them. “What are you l
Lucille’s POVThe car went silent and Kent still had his hands on his thighs. I didn't know if he was shocked or not but I could only hear his heavy breathing. I sat upright and turned his face, to look straight into his eyes, “Kent, say something.” I nudged him by the shoulders. “Don’t make me feel like I have done something wrong.” I cried. “I have tried to suppress whatever I feel for you both but it’s not happening.” My voice turned shaky and my eyes turned red.“You both swooped in and out of my life just like that and you both have the same influence on me…”“Shh…” He cut me off, placing a finger on my lips. I didn't know what he was feeling because his face was blank now. “You don’t have to explain yourself, Lucille. I understand how you feel.” He said, a small smile playing on his face. “You do?” I arched a brow at him. “Hmm…” He nodded. “I see how you struggle between Martin and I. Both of us are fighting for a space in your heart but none of us outweigh the other.” I w