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
Martin’s POVI never expected my grandmother's vile words. She was strict, judgemental, and controlling, which I knew before. But then after I had been away from the family for so long, I expected that she would have toned down on her habit. But I was wrong. I regretted not warning Lucille about her beforehand. On the other hand, Lucille froze and I could literally see the steam bouncing from her. The other family members were all quiet too and they had eyes on Lucille, waiting to see what her next action would be. “Can’t you speak? Do you want to stand before me and keep mute?” My grandmother continued, her expression looking displeased like always. “I–”“Yes, she will.” I cut Lucille off before she could speak. I didn't want to put any emotional burden on her, that she wasn't prepared for.“What did you say?” She turned to me, frowning. “Grandmother, Lucille has no obligation to answer to you. Whatever she wears, is hers to decide.” I said out loud and gasps echoed through the
Lucille’s POVI went quiet, as everyone there did too. Aunt Mary’s words had come so suddenly but it wasn't so surprising. Families as high as the Luther family would definitely look down on a daughter-in-law who was just a nobody. However, I was a King, a daughter they never should toy with. “I am Lucille King. That’s all.” I smiled, not making reference to the billionaire King family. “King? You are not related to the King family, are you?” She asked and they all sat up in their seats, ready to hear my answer. It would be a big deal if I was indeed from the King family. But then, Martin and I exchanged glances. This was not the moment to show off. “No, I am not.” I smiled, shaking my head. “Like I said, I am Lucille King, that’s all.”“I knew it. A sultry girl like you wouldn't be from such a respectable family…” She pointed at my exposed chest. They were all so particular about showing off my skin and I wondered why they were so conservative. “That’s enough, Aunt Mary,” Mart
Kent’s POVAfter leaving Lucille’s side so early, I really wanted to see her again. Letting her be with Martin all alone, for too long, I knew that sly bastard was going to entice her and make her fall for him. I didn't want that. I still wanted Lucille to be mine and right now, I was getting dressed as quickly as I could, so I could attend the Luther family event.Everything Martin and I planned went well and he will be voted in as the chairman. Lucille will stand by his side as his wife, but even though I knew it was all pretense, it irked me. It meant that I might have to give up ever claiming Lucille as mine to the public if she never eventually broke away from Martin. I knew of this, but I still went ahead to consent to the plan. I just wanted things to go well for Lucille. I rushed into the car, instructing the driver to take me straight to where the event would be held. When I reached, Martin had already sent an attendant to lead me to the VIP room where he was with Lucille.
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
Lucille’s POVMartin’s hand tightened around me beneath the table and the lines on his forehead scrunched up in irritation. “Grandmother–”I didn't want him to speak rudely to his grandmother, so, I cut him off, “You shouldn't really be expecting babies from us.” My smile was apt, looking like the kindest Goddess while in my heart, I was staring daggers at her. Of course, the family members gasped at my words but only Martin stayed calm. On the other hand, the old lady looked disturbed and confused at my words. Did she think I was going to accept her words that easily?“If you are not going to give us babies, then what is your contribution to the family?” Aunt Mary raised a brow at me, looking sassy and judgy. This time, before I could speak, Martin spoke up. “She is not popping out babies for the family, is she?” His calm tone reverberated through the table, commanding attention from them all. “If Grandmother wants great grand babies so much, she can marry off any of my cousins
Lucille’s POV“What do you say, huh?” He nudged me with his lips. I sighed, wrapping my hands tightly around him while I rested on his shoulder. “I don’t know what to say, Kent. Wouldn't it be too overwhelming for me?” Handling two men, whether it was pretense or not, was wild to me. But I couldn't deny that these two men were slowly creeping into my heart. “I will make it less overwhelming. I will be your comfort behind the scenes…” He assured me, his voice sounded so enticing that I couldn't refuse. “Please, don’t refuse me.” He whispered in my ear, and at the same time, he bit my earlobe, making me shake in his arms. “Alright.” I smiled, but my smile was hidden behind his neck. If he only knew the excitement and thrill that coursed through my body because of the prospect of what he was proposing. Spending time with Martin was already thrilling enough, but Kent was going to bring a wild vibe I looked forward to. “That’s my girl.” He nudged me to look at him and then kissed me
Lucille’s POV“Are you sure?” His tone was suddenly deeper than usual and his aura became a bit calm.“Yes?” I turned to him, again and noticed his eyes had gone dim. Instantly, I knew what he was thinking. “Kent, it’s just my zipper. Nothing special. You won't be in the room when I take off my clothes, would you?” I poked him in the arm, trying to reduce the tense atmosphere. “I know…” He looked away from me. “But you know how I feel about that.”“Your back is one of the sexiest parts of your body.” He was truthful, not mincing words. However, I was speechless, not knowing what to say. “I wouldn't be able to control myself when I see it.” He shook his head. Of course, I recalled how he used to adore me and make love to me from behind when we were married. He even suggested I got a spine tattoo at the time but I didn't get to do that, because of the divorce. “It wouldn't get to that…I guess…” I stuttered, feeling shaky inside me. “Just close your eyes and unzip it, please.”Getti
Lucille’s POVAs Vanessa was scrambling to explain herself to Brandon, I knew it was my cue to leave. I couldn't go back to Martin at the event hall so I quickly sent a text to Kent. As I typed on my phone and proceeded to walk out, Brandon stood in my way. “Lucille, wait.” He held my hand as well. “What do you want?” I asked, wiggling my hand out of his grasp. He looked troubled as he swiped his hand through his hair again and again and then placed his hands on his waist. “Tell me, why are you with that bastard? Because he is a Luth heir?” He asked. “Brandon!” Vanessa called out, enraged that he was speaking to me. However, he didn't pay any heed to her as he continued to look at me. “Why should I tell you that?” I sneered. “It’s none of your business–”“It is my business!” He snapped at me, stepping closer and I had to lean further into the wall. “You are my woman! And I wouldn't let you slip away from my hands!”His words sounded like what a deranged man would say and if h