Lucien Devereux
The rain was falling heavily the night Mahina entered the Devereux mansion for the first time as Lucien's wife. The white dress felt heavy on her body, almost suffocating, while the dark hallways of that unfamiliar house made everything seem even more wrong. She hated it. I hated that marriage. And most of all, I hated him. Lucien stood by the window, impeccable in his black suit, watching the storm with an unnerving calm. When his dark eyes met hers, a tense silence took over the room. — You look unhappy, wife — he commented coldly. Mahina crossed her arms, containing her anger. — And you seem to like it more than you should. A small smile appeared on his face. Not a kind smile. Worse. One of those that made Mahina feel that Lucien was hiding something dangerous behind his controlled appearance. And maybe he even hid it.
About Lucien Devereux
The rain was falling heavily the night Mahina entered the Devereux mansion for the first time as Lucien's wife. The white dress felt heavy on her body, almost suffocating, while the dark hallways of that unfamiliar house made everything seem even more wrong. She hated it. I hated that marriage. And most of all, I hated him. Lucien stood by the...Read more