Becoming Mrs De Luca Novels & Stories

For the first time in my life, I wasn’t a Don’s shadow, not a hidden mistress. I was just Lina: the woman who baked cannoli every morning. I was free. Luca had crossed hell to get here. Banned for life from leaving the EU by Interpol, he’d burned through every last thread of the Vitali family’s South American underworld connections, forged a fake identity, and smuggled himself across the ocean just to find me. For a year, he’d asked for the woman who could run a casino blindfolded, who’d loved a broken, mute Don for seven years.

“Oh my God, she’s kind! We made the right person famous!” Sara couldn’t help but smile, her heart lifting as she looked at their excitement. Just then, Margaret’s phone rang. After she hung up, Sara was still absorbed in reading comments when Margaret came over with a wide smile. “Guess what?” she said. “You’re going to be the opening model for the new Louis Vuitton campaign!” Margaret’s eyes sparkled with pride, but Sara couldn’t shake the knot of worry tightening in her chest.

The glossy paper felt cold against her skin. It was her. Standing by the bedroom window. Unaware that someone had been watching. Unaware that someone had been close enough to capture the moment. A chill crawled down her spine. Slowly, she turned the photograph over. The red ink glared back at her. Being Mrs. De Luca won't save you. The words struck with the same force they had the night before. She closed her eyes. Only yesterday, she had imagined standing in a courtroom, arguing her first case, building a life she had chosen with her own hands.

-She will be out in a few minutes," she said rather unfriendly as she walked away, it was not normal for women to relate to me like that. After several minutes, a girl with very long black hair came out of the small place, she was wearing tight jeans that marked her figure and a short white t-shirt that showed off her bronzed skin. I couldn't deny that she caught my attention easily, and I didn't imagine her like that. As she was closing the place, I approached her from behind and called her name. She froze slightly, as if she was scared. Then she turned around and her honey eyes looked into my blue ones blankly. _Who are you? _I am Marco de Luca. _Who? _I come from Naples, from the Luca fam

My two week stay has turned into unending, just to be near her. She’s under my every command if she wants to keep me happy. There’s one last thing I want. Her. Find out more here Becoming Mrs. Lockwood Every girl has dreams of meeting Prince Charming, or at least I know I did. A fairy tale-like meeting of love at first site. Real life and fairy tales are very different. I’m just a small town Indiana girl that had a chance encounter with one of Hollywood’s golden boys. You may think you know where this story goes—not even close.

he replied, his tone curt. Madam DeLuca’s eyes flashed. "I need to know what sort of woman my grandson is marrying," she said firmly. My mother, who had been watching the conversation with a silent expression, finally spoke up. "Mrs. DeLuca, what exactly do you want to know?" she asked in a calm voice. Madam DeLuca raised an eyebrow. "I want to ensure that my grandson is marrying a respectable woman. Tell me, Amina, what sort of hobbies and interests do you have?" she asked, turning towards me.

“Th-thank you, Deather… I promise—" “But,” Deather interjected sharply, his smirk widening into a predatory grin, “my partner, Lucille, absolutely despises betrayal.” Without warning, Deather swung the bat with brutal force, the sickening crunch of metal meeting bone echoing through the warehouse. Wong crumpled to the floor, blood pooling rapidly beneath his shattered form.

I didn’t feel ready. That was the truth I couldn’t say out loud. Two weeks had passed since the wedding, but it still didn’t feel real. Sometimes I would wake up and forget where I was until I saw the high ceilings, the heavy curtains, the quiet luxury that didn’t belong to me. Or until I remembered whose name I carried now. Mrs. De Luca. The title still felt strange in my mouth. “Madam?” I turned slightly as one of the staff stood at the door, her voice soft and careful. “It’s time.”

While Lorenzo was away at the Lougue talking to his father on the phone. Carlos tried to stop someone was barging into his office. “Miss De Luca…you can’t go in…you have to make an appointment before seeing Mr Martini.” “An appointment?Me?Have you forgotten who I am?” “Please…”She pushed Carlos out of her way and hurried into his office. “Miss De Luca…you can’t…Mrs Martini,I didn’t mean to wake you.”Carlos apologized now seeing Fabiola yawning and sitting up on the sofa.

"What? Really, they said that?" "Yeah that's what I was told. So I left I couldn't just give almost a million just for an interview you know, although their pay in six months would have solved it, I don't have six months." "Well, what about the other two side jobs?" Lisa asked. Camile laughed because she knew why she called it side jobs, it's because her mother and sister were not aware of the other two. "When I went for the second interview, the manager wanted to have me as the interview and when I refused he said no sex, no job, can you imagine that ugly hyena. I wanted to punch him so badly but if I did that I would have been late for the next interview cause I know that once I started pu