Lucille’s POVTwo days had passed since Kent and Martin had been trying to reach me and talk to me. But then after my conversation with Lucas, I decided to shut them out of my mind. They were never going to help me and I could never trust them. A knock on my door jolted me out of my thoughts, and I realized I had been standing before my mirror in deep thoughts. “Lucille, it’s time.” Lucas’ voice from outside the door rang in my head and also reminded me what day it was. It was Monday. The day when my family would finally reveal themselves to the public. A conference had been organized and the press from all over the city would be there to witness the coming out of the hidden billionaire. However, while my father and my brother would be enjoying the spotlight, I would be on my way to the hospital. I was dressed in a black dress, nothing too fancy, and then shades to hide my puffy eyes from the public. I forgot to mention I had been crying because my father had refused to even spea
Lucille’s POVBILLIONAIRE FATHER AND SON FINALLY REVEALED THEMSELVES. CHAIRMAN AND CEO OF THE KING’S GROUP, LUCIAN, AND LUCAS KING HAVE PROMISED TO TAKE THE GROUP TO NEW HEIGHTS. The news was blasting with high volume as the press surrounded Lucas and my father. There was nowhere my name was mentioned and now it was like I wasn't even a part of the family. “You see… I wonder whether your father has really forgiven you…” Vanessa chuckled. “But it turns out you are still not his daughter after all.” Her voice and words tormented me so much, that I was starting to breathe heavily. “I think you should watch out, Lucille. Your lovely father might try to punish you for your past crimes. Don’t think he has forgiven you–”“Enough!” I cut her off, while I glared at her. “Don’t you speak of my family with your filthy mouth.” “If anyone should watch out, it should be you, bitch.” I sneered and with a slight hiss. However, she folded her arms under her breasts and looked at me with an amused
Brandon’s POV“Brandon!!” Vanessa ran after me as I quickly went after Lucille. Even though she had told me not to touch her or go after her, but I couldn't stay still, I wanted her with every passing day. The divorce had put me into a mental chokehold that I found very hard to get away from. I was already approaching the parking lot when I felt a hard pull from behind. My body whipped backward and I was surprised to see that it was Venessa. “Why did you pull me that way?” I snapped her angrily as she breathed heavily. She was trying to catch her breath, looking pale and sweaty but I didn't mind. I turned away to leave but she ran forward to block me“Where are you going?” She stretched her hands sideways. “None of your business! Now, get away from my face!”I pushed her away, with my brows knitted in distress and frustration.It had just been a few days with her and I was tired of seeing her face. However, Vanessa was persistent. She ran forward to block me, her shrill voice flo
Martin POVAs my fist connected with Brandon’s face, I watched him fly backward but I didn't stop there. I stepped forward, grabbing him by the collar before he could fall backward, and swiftly, I dealt him another punch. “Get your eyes off Lucille!” I spat in his face as blood dripped down his nose. His lips were broken also and there was a deep cut beside his eyebrows. But still, I didn't think it was enough. I raised my hand to give him another punch but he spoke up, stopping me.“You should get away from Lucille too.” He sneered, spilling out more blood. “You are her ex-husband who cheated on her with her friend!”“What?” I frowned, feeling very annoyed. I felt insulted by those words and the angry look on my face became intense but Brandon wasn't fazed, he smirked. “Is that a lie?” Brandon asked. “You cheated on her, divorced her and now you are acting like a saint, claiming her. You see me, I did neither of those! Lucille is my lover and only I have the right over her!” Thos
Lucille’s POVI went quiet, the instant Kent mentioned my brother and I didn't know what next to say. Yes, it was Lucas who had told me they were responsible for what happened back at the hotel and not Vanessa. I would naturally believe my brother over them who had also betrayed me in the past. “Answer me, Lucille!” Kent sharply brought me out of my thoughts and I looked back at him with the same intense expression he had. “Why are you asking?” I raised a brow at him. “I'm asking because there is no way you would say we are responsible after we saved you. There is only one plausible cause, and that is your brother.” Kent reiterated every single word. At his words, I chuckled, shaking my head in disbelief while I folded my arms. Though it was indeed Lucas who had given me that information, I needed to know why Kent would point accusing fingers at him without thinking twice. “Why do you speak of my brother that way? He didn't even tell me–”“No, he did.” Kent cut me off like he wa
Lucille’s POV I went quiet at that question, feeling deflated that my father and brother would think such of me. I closed my eyes, to take a deep breath and then opened them again. “Dad…” I let out, my voice was a bit shaky. “Why would you think such?” I asked, feeling hurt. “I..” He stuttered over the phone. “I understand that you must feel hurt because you weren't named today.” I sighed at that, even though it was indeed hurtful and I was mocked for it by Vanessa, I knew they were trying to protect me. Also, that wasn't my main agenda. “I didn't come back to the family because of the fame or status, I want revenge on Vanessa and it seems that is not your priority anymore,” I said, my heart still with resolve. Since I won’t be part of the family business, I need to be on guard and active in bringing Vanessa to book. At the other end, he had gone silent and I could only hear his heavy breathing. “You are a powerful billionaire, why are you relenting? Don’t you wan
Lucille’s POV“What are you doing?” Lucas repeated as my body whirled to look at him. I gasped in shock and quickly gathered the papers together and sat on them. He frowned, looking straight at the stack of papers and I knew he was already suspicious but it made me sit my bottom even harder on the papers. “What are you doing here?” I asked, with raised brows. “Why didn't you knock?”“Do I have to knock before coming into your room?” Lucas frowned, his suspicious gaze deepening. “Yes, of course. It’s my room.” I nodded immediately. I didn't find it an issue before now but then there would be times I would need some privacy, just like now. But he was intruding. “Alright.” He didn't argue but his eyes didn't leave the papers. “What are those? Who gave you those?”“These…” I pointed at the papers beneath me. “They belong to me.”“Where did you get them?” He asked. “I had them. No one gave them to me.” I frowned, feeling very uneasy. I just wanted him to leave so I could concentrate.
Lucille’s POVThe next morning…I woke up, feeling hopeful for the day but one thing I wanted to do was to see my father. I had to talk to him one last time before I finally decided to see Kent and Martin. After Martin ended the call last night, I vowed not to take up their offer. I decided I was going to speak to my father first. We could deal with Vanessa together. I got out, dressed for the day and I went straight to the dining area where he was supposed to be with Lucas. I took a deep breath, to steady myself. The sad emotions from last night were still inside me but I did well to suppress them. I got into the dining area, expecting to see them but then I frowned. “Miss, you are up…” A servant perked up as soon as she saw me. She was setting the table but then, it was obviously for one person. “Quick, come eat…” She gestured at me but I frowned even harder. “Where is father and Lucas?” I asked. “They are out.” She said, looking all around cluelessly. “Didn't they tell you?”
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