They have no idea who he is

‘How could Dana forget to remind me to change? Damn it!’

He looked so different that even his wife, Riya Stone Wellington, couldn’t stop staring at him.

The man before her was almost unrecognizable compared to the disheveled, casually dressed figure she knew. While he had always been handsome, this transformation revealed a whole new level of attractiveness.

Riya, too, looked stunning as she stood up from the sofa, wearing a seductive black lace outfit. Her long, straight black hair framed her beautiful face, and her fair skin and enticing figure were on full display.

However, Lucian wasn’t in the mood to admire her.

He had never seen her wear that lace before.

The room was thick with stares, confusion, and silence.

It remained that way until Madame Verna Wellington, an older version of Riya, cleared her throat to draw everyone’s attention.

Pointing an accusatory finger at Lucian, she shouted, “Hey, what do you think you’re doing, dressing like that?! Who are you trying to impress with this getup? You’re so shameless! And don’t think for a moment that this will change our minds. Do you understand?!”

Riya folded her arms and looked away with a dismissive expression. “Since you’re here, Lucian, it’s time for you to know that we need to get a divorce as soon as possible.”

Lucian’s brow furrowed in surprise at her words.

He glanced at Jakob, who wore an arrogant smile, and then stepped closer to Riya.

“What do you mean by that, Ri?” he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

Riya glared at him with disdain. “Are you dumb? Are you stupid?” she snapped, sighing deeply before turning to take Jakob’s arm. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll take care of things here. You should go before it gets any darker outside. We’ll see each other tomorrow.”

Jakob smiled, then leaned in to give her a long, lingering kiss on the lips, which was more than enough to ignite Lucian’s anger.

He almost moved to intervene, but restrained himself, clenching his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white.

He knew he had to keep his composure, aware of his own strength—a single punch from him could easily send Jakob flying, potentially putting him in a coma.

As they broke away from the kiss, Jakob sneered at Lucian before leaving the house.

Riya then turned to Lucian, a satisfied smile on her face. Shaking her head in disappointment, she said, “You’re such a letdown. What kind of man are you? You just stood there, watching your wife kiss another man, and did nothing about it. Worthless!”

Madame Verna laughed derisively, shaking her head as she lounged on the sofa, her legs crossed.

Lucian stood there, feeling deeply hurt and betrayed.

“How could you do that to me, Riya? What the hell is wrong with you?” he asked, his voice surprisingly calm, but his golden eyes were filled with hurt.

“What the hell is wrong with me?! How dare you, a pathetic piece of trash, question me!” Riya’s voice erupted like a lit fuse.

Lucian struggled to maintain his composure as he continued, “I’m asking because of what I just witnessed, Riya. You disrespected me in front of that child by kissing it…”

Riya slapped him hard across the face.

“Who are you calling a child?! He’s only what, two years younger than you? Look at you! That ‘child’ is a fully grown man, worth more than you in every conceivable way! He’s the head of a million-dollar company. And what are you? A busboy, a security guard, or whatever other degrading… disgraceful thing you do out there!”

Her anger seemed to reach a boiling point as she continued, “I’m sick of it! Utterly fed up! If it wasn’t for Grandpa, I wouldn’t have had anything to do with someone like you! But he’s gone now, right? Now, all I am is a laughingstock because of you! Why don’t you just go and die?! Get out of my life!” she screamed, her words cutting deep.

Lucian stood there, stunned and speechless.

He glanced at his mother-in-law, Madame Verna, and then back at Riya, his wife.

They have no idea who he truly is.

Unbeknownst to many, Lucian was the son of the notorious Godfather, the powerful mafia lord of Metro City, and the designated heir to his father’s vast empire.

He was also a major player in the corporate world.

He was even a significant investor in the Winchester Group, holding a 20% stake worth nearly two million dollars—assets far beyond anything Jakob could ever dream of.

Four years ago, the Old Master of the Wellington family found himself in a perilous situation, and it was Lucian who came to his rescue.

Taking on the role of the Old Master’s security guard, Lucian protected him from those who sought to harm him.

During this time, Lucian became captivated by Riya. He found her intriguing, and she sparked something in him that no other woman had. Despite having everything else he wanted, Riya was the one thing he couldn’t easily acquire.

The old master had always expressed his debt of gratitude toward Lucian. Knowing that Lucian desired Riya, he arranged their marriage as a way to repay him.

Riya, however, had never wanted Lucian; she saw him as a man with nothing to offer. Left with no choice, she entered the marriage begrudgingly.

Since joining the Wellington family, Lucian had been treated like a servant, constantly tasked with menial household chores.

Despite this, he harbored hopes of building a happy family with Riya, believing that his efforts and dedication would eventually be enough.

Within the Wellington household, Lucian’s status was lower than that of a servant.

Now, with Riya’s words and actions, she was destroying the last remnants of his dignity as a man.

Was it wrong to love someone?

Lucian felt his chest tighten as he placed his hand over it, a deep sigh escaping his lips. He reached out to hold Riya’s hands, his voice soft and pleading.

“You’re not thinking clearly, Ri. It’s been three years. I’m sure you’re not doing this with a clear mind. I’ve done—”

Before he could finish, Riya pulled her hands away with a forceful jerk, her eyes blazing with anger. Her glare was so intense that it seemed as if it could strike him down.

“This is the humiliation I have to endure. How can a loser like you insult me? I’ve had enough of you, Lucian!”

“Is it money that you want? Is it material things?! Then fine! Tell me what you want, and I will give it to you,” Lucian pleaded earnestly.

“What I want? Oh, please, do you think someone like you can afford what I want? Bugatti, Hermès, Louis Vuitton, Chanel… You can’t even begin to touch that on your pathetic $3,000-a-month security guard salary!”

Her head shook with scorn as she laughed mockingly.

At this point, Madame Verna intervened, her tone dismissive. “Alright, enough of this argument. Lucian, you are going to agree to divorce my daughter. But before you do, go take out the trash in the kitchen and cook a good dinner. I’m famished.”

Lucian blinked, taken aback by her cold command.

He looked at his mother-in-law and, with a hint of defiance, replied, “You must be out of your mind.”