The Billionaire’s Lost Bride and Secret Heir

Luci's POV

At the crossroads, the rain was pouring down heavily. A Bentley stopped silently in front of me.

The window lowered, and Harrison's sister Hazel Forrester looked at me, smiling contemptuously: "Grandma, look, doesn't that beggar look like Luci Lane?"

The car door was suddenly pushed open. Mrs. Forrester didn't wait for the driver to hold an umbrella, and stepped directly into the muddy water.

She grabbed my hand and said urgently: "Luci? Is it really you? Where have you been these past few years?"

My whole body trembled.

In Villa Coronela in South America, several near-rape experiences made me afraid of being touched by others.

Suppressing the urge to pull my hand back, I opened my mouth: "Mrs. Forrester, I..."

"Luci! You still have the face to come back?" Hazel chased over, glaring viciously, "Bitch, you ran away from the wedding and embarrassed my brother so much back then, and you still dare to come back now?"

I was very surprised, but didn't know how to explain. Actually, I only found out after returning that someone had imitated my handwriting and written a letter about running away from the wedding to Harrison Forrester.

"Stop it!" Mrs. Forrester blocked in front, her face darkening: "You can't blame Luci entirely for what happened back then!"

She protected me as I sat in the back seat, and closed the door with a "bang".

"Grandma, why are you letting her sit in our car? Her family went bankrupt long ago, she couldn't afford a single wheel even if she worked her whole life!"

"Shut up." Mrs. Forrester said in a deep voice: "If you're not happy, take a cab home yourself."

Hazel sat in the passenger seat pinching her nose, turned back to glare at me, as if looking at something dirty.

I sat on the leather seat, my nails digging into my palms.

If it weren't for getting back my documents and settling things with Harrison, I wouldn't step into Forrester Manor again.

The servant led me back to the guest room.

Pushing open the door, a suffocating feeling came over me.

After getting our marriage certificate that year, I happily moved into Harrison's bedroom to hang clothes in the walk-in closet.

Summer Hale shed a few tears, and Harrison threw my clothes out one by one, too lazy to even speak. In the end, Mrs. Forrester intervened and arranged for me to stay in this guest room.

It was also in this guest room, that drunken night, that he and I slept together.

When I woke up the next day, he was long gone. He never mentioned that night either.

That night became my own secret. If I hadn't gotten pregnant with Eden later, I would almost think that night was my imagination.

Taking out my documents, and then feeling out the wedding ring I made myself from the deepest part of the drawer, I sighed slightly.

I fell in love with Harrison at first sight when I was 17, he was the most charming man I had ever seen. His eyes were very deep, like the azure blue sea, and just one look from him would make my whole body tingle.

His ex-girlfriend once cried and shouted at me, telling me not to fall in love with Harrison, because too many women loved him, he got love too easily, and naturally wouldn't stop for any woman.

I didn't believe it then, but now I've suffered so much because of loving him.

Harrison's POV

In the nightclub private room, the lights were dim.

Lennon took a sip of wine, his shoulder bumping over: "Harrison, heard Luci came back?"

I was too lazy to respond. If she came back, she came back, what does it have to do with me.

"You, when you're heartless, you're truly heartless." Lennon clicked his tongue, "You searched the whole world for that woman whose face you didn't see clearly, but don't mention Luci at all. No matter what, she did get a marriage certificate with you, aren't you worried at all?"

My hand holding the wine glass paused. "Who did I look for? Stop talking nonsense."

"I'm talking nonsense?" He leaned over, alcohol breath spraying on my face, "You think I don't know? You have so many girlfriends, but only that woman from that night, her scent, you can't forget."

He patted my shoulder, teasing: "Buddy, if you can't find her, just stop looking. You're the richest man in the world, so many beautiful women want to jump into your bed, why must you hold onto a pillow thinking about that woman?"

I kicked at him. "Get lost."

He dodged with a grin.

I gulped down some wine.

That woman from that night, I searched for three years, turned Los Angeles upside down, but just couldn't find her.

I was drunk that day, couldn't remember her face clearly.

But both she and her scent intoxicated me. I kissed her and stripped off her clothes, a night of ecstasy.

And Luci?

Just thinking about her annoyed me, like a pest that couldn't be shaken off, only knowing how to be jealous all day. Since she ran away from the wedding three years ago, why come back now?

I shook my head, needed to go back to see Luci, and divorce her immediately. Getting married and registered with her was the biggest mistake I'd ever made in my life.

Study

The door was pushed open, it was Luci standing at the doorway.

I raised my head and looked over.

People around me used to say Luci was extremely beautiful, but I didn't think so. Just a pair of lively big eyes and a better figure, that's all.

But Luci standing at the doorway now was like a beautiful doll whose soul had been extracted. Her rosy baby fat had thinned into a pointed chin, making her eyes look even bigger, only the light in her eyes was gone.

"Mr. Forrester." Her breathing was very light, as if afraid of disturbing something, "Sorry to bother you."

Mr. Forrester?

These three words made my brows furrow.

I put down my pen, leaned back, and laughed sarcastically: "Disappeared for three years, and after running away from the wedding you still dare to appear in Los Angeles? You've got some nerve."

I thought she would cling and cry like before, saying she didn't run away from the wedding, saying she had her difficulties.

But she just lowered her eyelids, her voice calm: "I was immature in the past and caused everyone trouble. When are you free, let's go through the divorce procedures."

Divorce?

I felt like I'd heard a joke: "You think the Forrester family would still want a daughter-in-law like you?"

I tossed out a divorce agreement I'd prepared long ago from the drawer.

"Sign it, we'll go process it on Monday."

She picked up the pen, signed it cleanly and decisively, handed it back, and turned to leave.

The whole time she didn't look at me once.

I held that agreement, sneering coldly. I picked up the pen wanting to sign, but irritably threw it aside.

The woman who once had her heart and eyes full of only me now left so decisively, without a trace of attachment. Yet an evil fire rose from the bottom of my heart.

Suddenly, someone screamed downstairs. I quickly stood up and walked downstairs.