Novels by Luwaa

Serena lay awake long after the house had settled into its usual silence, the memory of Damien’s mouth on hers looping through her head like a fever she couldn’t break. The kiss hadn’t been soft. His hand in her hair, the rough scrape of his split knuckles against her cheek, the way his body had pressed hers back against the library door until the wood dug into her spine. She could still taste him. Still feel the hard line of his cock against her hip for that single second before he’d broken away and told her he wouldn’t fuck her against a door while half the house was still awake. God, she’d wanted him to. She pressed her thighs together under the sheets and shut her eyes, replaying the low rasp of his voice. By the time grey light leaked through the curtains she had slept maybe two hours, and even those had been full of the warehouse warning and the sound of Damien’s voice promising to keep her alive even if it killed him. She dressed up, covering the bruise with heavier ma

Serena sat on the edge of the bed long after the unknown number’s last message had gone dark, the phone screen still warm against her palm. Stay away from the east warehouse next week. The words sat in her chest like a swallowed stone. She had no idea what the east warehouse even was. Something industrial on the far side of the estate grounds, half hidden behind the old olive trees and the service road that only the men used after dark. She’d heard Salvatore mention it once in passing short shipments, temporary storage, the kind of place where crates arrived without paperwork and left the same way. But that was all. Just a vague shape in the distance and now a warning that felt heavier than any threat Donato had ever delivered to her face. She typed and deleted three different replies before she finally locked the phone and shoved it under the pillow. Asking more questions would only prove she was listening. And whoever this person was, they already knew too much about her. By m

Serena sat on the edge of the stone bench in the conservatory long after the last of the evening light had bled out of the glass ceiling. The phone in her pocket felt heavier than it should have. She kept pulling it out, unlocking it, staring at the empty thread where the messages had been, then locking it again like the act itself might erase what she had already seen. Who the fuck was this person? And why the sudden concern for her continued breathing? People in Donato’s orbit did not hand out free warnings. The idea that someone might be trying to keep her alive without an obvious angle made her stomach twist harder than the slap had. She stood, pacing the length of the conservatory, bare feet silent on the cool tile. Every few steps she glanced at the glass doors leading back into the main house, half expecting Lucas’s silhouette to appear the way it had earlier when he watched her from the second floor window. He had not bothered to hide it. She needed to move. Sitting sti

Serena woke up with her cheek still throbbing. The bruise from Donato’s slap had darkened overnight into an ugly purple and yellow stain that no amount of concealer fully covered. She stood in front of the bathroom mirror for a long time, staring at her reflection like it belonged to a stranger. The woman looking back at her was tired, angry, and starting to look hollow around the eyes. Dark circles sat beneath them. Her lower lip was slightly swollen from where she had bitten down hard the night before to keep from making a sound. She pressed her fingers gently against the mark and hissed through her teeth. “Fucking bastard,” she muttered under her breath. The shower ran scalding hot. She stood under the spray until her skin turned pink and the bathroom filled with steam. When she finally stepped out, the mirror was completely fogged. She wiped a clear circle with her palm and stared at herself again. You’re still here. She dressed carefully a high necked black dress th

The morning after the new contract felt like waking up inside a noose that had tightened overnight. Serena stared at the ceiling of the master suite, the heavy silk sheets tangled around her legs, the faint ache between them was a reminder of how Donato had “reminded” her after she signed. Her scalp still stung where he had yanked her hair. And the papers those goddamn new rules lay somewhere downstairs in his study, already locked. What the fuck was wrong with him? She sat up slowly, pulling the sheet over her breasts even though no one was watching. The man already owned her body, her name, her schedule. The original contract had been brutal enough now he decided he could rewrite the terms whenever his dick or his ego demanded it. “Because he can,” she muttered to the empty room. “Because I’m the fucking debt payment and he gets to change the interest rate whenever he wants.” By the time she dressed in a simple black dress that hugged her curves , the mansion was already hu

Morning light filtered weakly through the heavy drapes. Serena found Vanessa in the conservatory attached to the east wing, the two of them sipping strong coffee while servants moved like silently in the background. “You look like absolute shit,” Vanessa said bluntly, but her eyes held real concern. “Rough night with one of the assholes?” Serena sank into the chair across from her, pulling her robe tighter around her marked body. “You have no fucking idea. Matteo cornered me again. Fucked me stupid by the pool mouth, pussy, ass, the whole goddamn treatment. And I came for him. Multiple times.” She laughed . “This house is rotting me from the inside out.” Vanessa reached over, squeezing her hand. “These Vitale men are predators. My brother has always been like that. Damien learned it from him, but there’s something broken in him too. And Matteo? He’s just a younger, hornier version of his father Lucas.” Vanessa opened up about feeling like the spare sister, the one shipped awa