My Extraordinary Wife

“Lynlyn provoked her?” Lucas asked.

“Yes. Cassandra sent me a text on WhatsApp,” Spencer replied, taking out his phone to show Lucas the conversation.

“Dixon has gone overboard,” Lucas remarked as glints of hatred shone in his eyes.

“It’s time we launch our plan. I want these two out of the show. No one is getting in my wife’s way,” he added.

“Yes, Mr. Nolan.”

With that said, Spencer walked out of the venue to carry out Lucas’ orders while Lynette and Emerson remained clueless about what would befall them.

All that while, they had behaved impudently because Dixon was on their side, but little did they know, Ashlyn had Lucas watching her back, someone who would go to great lengths to protect her.

They were under the impression that Lucas and Ashlyn were just like any other high-profile couples in upper-class society who maintained merely a facade of a happy marriage.

Lucas would not have kept Ashlyn’s identity hidden if he truly loved her and had done so simply because he thought she was

nothing but a plaything whom her own husband detested, Emerson and

had her own motivation—she was set on marrying Dixon so

was fixated on grooming her to be a celebrity even more successful

success was so appealing and exciting

a lucky old woman. Dixon must have arranged for her to be in this show so that I could outshine her and prove to everyone who is the winner here.

all along until she saw Ashlyn in that night sky dress, which formed a

moment, she felt a blow to her

everyone present—Ashlyn managed to attract everyone’s attention the

anniversary cum

was busy as all the models were making final preparations for the event except

opening: showcasing the night

piece was so highly-esteemed that an internationally-acclaimed actress had booked it for one of her

Emerson and Lynette threw taunting glances at her on and off as if they

that low as to entertain

so exasperated she felt the urge to drive a hammer through Emerson’s disgusting face.