Lucille’s POV“This is your room… your former room actually,” Lucas said to me, his smile not leaving his face ever since we got back to the King’s mansion. “Go in…” He opened the door, and the first wave of scent that wafted into my nose was the same scent I used to get whenever I got into my room years ago. A fruity vanilla scent. I took a step inside to see that everything was just the same. I was certainly a girl living her life. They had not touched or remodeled anything. “When you left when you were 19, father and I chose to leave your room this way… well we were too hurt to do anything about it. And we just left it the way it was.”“A while back, Father started to clean your room himself. He missed you so much but could never bring himself to call you. And when you called days ago, he was happy.”“I finally saw him smile genuinely.” Lucas’ words were supposed to be happy and heartfelt words but why did they make me cry? I hurt my family so much and they still continued to l
Martin’s POV“I… I…” Lucille stuttered, blinking her beautiful eyes at me. She looked totally confused. “What are you saying–”“Shhh…” I put a finger on her lips, so gently, looking at her with a gaze filled with longing. My hand slowly moved to hold her jaw and I pulled her closer to me. She didn't flinch or resist. I was aware of the grip I had on her and I didn't break eye contact with her. I then moved my lips closer, aiming to have hers on mine. It had been a long while since I tasted those soft lips and I craved it, so badly. I was so close to her, our lips were so close and I could literally feel her warmth on my lips. Suddenly… bang!My back landed on the car, and I groaned due to the pain that shot through my body. “Are you out of your fucking mind?” She took off my suit jacket and sent it straight at me. Her anger was evident with her face turning redder. “Do you think you can just come here and do whatever you want?” She spat. “You called me out here, stating that yo
Lucille’s POV I rushed back into the mansion, feeling a wave of irritation wash over my body. I couldn't lie that his embrace wasn't soothing and addicting, as he covered me whole. What I was annoyed about was that deep down inside, I recalled the sweet memories we used to have. If only he was not a cheating bastard, things would have been different. I wouldn't go on to marry Kent or even Brandon. Martin was my first love and it took me a lot to let him go in my heart and move on. And then I met Kent who made me believe in love again. However, it didn't last at all. The end of my marriage with Kent made me think I was cursed. But Brandon came into my life, breaking that curse. He made me trust him so well, that I got pregnant but in the end, my heart was shattered again. Now that I looked back on everything, I wondered how I was capable enough to love three different men. My heart used to yearn for love, especially after I got kicked out of my family. However, I knew bette
I took a deep breath, looking from him to the paramedics. “Just take me home…” He whispered. However, there were things involved. If he didn't want the press involved, we would have to get his car away. He wasn't in the state to drive, I also couldn't drive two cars. The toll of my accident was still evident but then, I couldn't leave him in this state. I quickly thought about it on the spot and I texted Lucas to come get my car before I helped Martin into the passenger seat. By the time I was done, I was breathing heavily and I used my last strength to drive away from the accident scene. Even though Martin and I had been divorced for a few years now, I still knew where his mansion was located. The drive was a bit long and I saw that he had fallen asleep in his seat. As I got to the house I was let through and his servants came out to help me get him inside. We settled him in bed but the butler was a bit worried about him. “Is he going to be okay? I'm glad you were ab
Lucille’s POVEven though his calm and soothing voice gripped me, I shook myself off that trance and pushed him off my body. I was frantic, standing up from the bed, aiming to escape from him. However... Bang! My toes hit the edge of the bed in my haste and I went flying forward to the floor. “Ahhh….” I let out a loud and fearful scream as I saw the ground in view and how I was going to hit my head and this brought back memories of how I fell to my death in my past life and how I was flung off the road when I was hit by Vanessa. I closed my eyes as a feeling of dread overwhelmed me, I couldn't hold onto anything to stop my fall and the feeling that I was going to die again appeared in my head. Maybe this was why Martin had told me he didn't want to see me die again. Maybe this was… bang!My body hit a hard surface and I let out a groan, however, it wasn't painful. It was oddly comforting. My body curled up in this comforting moment and I slowly opened my eyes to see that I was
Lucille’s POVKent’s head snapped in my direction and he had an apologetic expression on his face. “I'm sorry, beautiful. I was just jealous.” Kent said, his eyes showing sincerity. One thing he was known for was that he was very aggressive in showing how he felt. He was the stark opposite of Martin. “So you both want to be at loggerheads with each other?” I arched a brow, curiously. “Yes.” They nodded. “Over what?” I frowned. “You!” They answered in sync. I froze for a minute but in the next second, I let out a chuckle and then a scoff. I looked from Kent to Martin, they looked so serious and didn't seem like they were going to stop. “Alright then.” I shrugged. “Fight each other…” I spread my arms to my sides, showing nonchalance. Kent suddenly smiled hearing my answer but Martin looked at me with a suspicious expression. “Anyone that wins…” I let out a cunning smile and then smiled, “Should go to hell!” Kent’s face changed, his eyes dimming slightly. He didn't look pleased
Lucille’s POVAfter a few talks with my father, I left to my room with him promising to send the details of what I would oversee in the company. While I was away from home, I went to college and graduated with a business degree which would come in handy now. Everything was set as Lucas and I were going to be at the forefront, overseeing the family business. However, all that wasn't a big deal for me. What went through my mind were those photos and why the date coincided with the date my family was going public. It may be that I was just overthinking and there was no correlation, but when I recalled how calculative Vanessa was, I knew her moves were not just taken lightly. Was her family maltreated in the King’s mansion? I didn't know about that. The only thing I could do was ask questions. I nodded at that thought and was about to walk out of my room when there was a knock on the door. “Lucille, are you in?” Lucas called out.“Yes!” I answered immediately and quickly went to open
Lucille’s POVI looked at Vanessa, knowing she wanted to be the perfect woman before Mrs. Wallace. Her association with Brandon came much more earlier than I expected. And even though I wanted to divorce Brandon, she still wanted him. Then why don’t I let her have him? Maybe she would finally stop going after me and Brandon would also be on his own. “Answer the question, you bitch!” Mrs. Wallace yelled, bringing me out of my thoughts. Brandon also came forward, trying to drag his mother away. “Mother, that’s enough.” He said, staring at me apologetically but I didn't even acknowledge him. Was he trying to play the good cop? I scoffed in my mind, knowing the devil that lay beneath his goodness. “Mrs. Wallace, you wanted to know the truth, right?” I spoke up, looking at her with a smile. “Yes! Tell me! Did you cheat on Brandon?” She flung his arm to the side, staring at me intently. I didn't know why she was so concerned and particular about knowing the truth. Even Brandon stood s
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