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 an embarrassment

Ashlyn was nothing but a plaything whom her own husband detested, Emerson and Lynette walked all over her to their

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

goal for her since Dixon supported her career and was fixated on grooming her

so appealing and exciting that it kept Lynette awake some

a lucky old woman. Dixon must have arranged for her to be in this show so that I could outshine her

in that night sky dress, which formed a stark contrast with

felt a blow to her confidence, for

admit it—and so did everyone present—Ashlyn managed to

anniversary cum product

was busy as all the models were making final preparations for

that night at the opening: showcasing the night sky dress—her masterpiece and the best hit of

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

for the event to begin, Emerson and Lynette threw taunting glances at her on and off as if

Ashlyn would not stoop that

urge to drive a hammer