Becoming Mrs De Luca Mga Nobela at Kwento

I greeted with a sharp smile, he nodded “Good Evening, Mr…?” He arched an eyebrow, “De Luca,” “And Mr De Luca, How may I assist you?” that was very casual of him, I didn’t miss noticing it, “Please sit, I don’t have much time and we need to cover up a lot,” “Excuse me? Wh-” “I’m here to talk about Lana Bellen, your daughter,” I trailed him off and left them in a visible shock. “I insist, please sit on your seats. You might not want to miss this conversation and I don’t have much time,” I kept the pressure on them.

A flicker of amusement glossed over mother's face. “You're a witty woman I see. That's good. You'll need it.” She shifted her attention back to me. “Lucas,I'm glad to see that she's got a spine at least.” I smiled a little at that. “Got a spine” is in truth a mild way to describe Lucia. Terrifyingly hardheaded was another. Lucia took several steps forward,my mothers eyes not missing her movements. “I give you my word Mrs.moretti,I'm not here to disrupt your son's life in any way.”

she said, extending the flowers toward me. I rubbed my eyes repeatedly, convinced I was hallucinating. But no—the woman was real, flowers in hand. Sprinting to her, I whispered, “What the fuck are you doing here?” “Oh, about that,” Maria said, holding up a neat file. “This is my resume for the job.” I grabbed it, irritation flaring. “Since when did you manage a secretary job for five years? Aren’t you lying now?” Maria shrugged proudly. “Well, that stupid assistant of Mafia Boss Lukers—I mean, Mr. Japhet’s assistant—believed it. Victor helped me with the fake identity and documents.”

Chapter 19: Betrayal Uncovered Luca Moretti had never trusted her. From the moment Bella Caruso—no, Isla Romano—stepped into their world, something about her had felt off. She was too sharp, too careful. Her presence wasn’t just coincidence—it was calculated. And Luca had spent too many years in the DeLuca family to ignore his instincts. So, he dug. And what he found changed everything. --- The DeLuca estate’s security room was dimly lit, the glow from multiple monitors casting eerie shadows across Luca’s face. The DeLuca security team was efficient, but no one was more thorough than Luca when he had a suspicion to confirm.

he said without further words. "And tell me about Lucas." I shift on the soft chair to straighten my back. "His mother, Aurelia Montevecchi, grew up in Russia. Despite her being pure Italian, she became a Russian interpreter. Aurelia was secretly involved with a Mafia in Russia, but only as an Italian spy. She's an expert in chemistry. She's practically a ticking time bomb. She was once assigned to be Gerlando De Marchi's interpreter when he was personally doing business there. That's how they met. They got married quickly and had Lucas after that. Gerlando was already Boss and he was ecstatic when he heard he'd be having an heir. He's good with business and his public cover is the CEO—now r

Luca did not appreciate that question. “I graduated highschool at 14 and went to college. I have a degree in accounting and business. Like Heather, I kept a low profile and didn’t do much outside the pack.” Alpha Winston smiled. “I knew you were smart. Your father would have been proud. “Where did you land?” “She was in my mother’s pack.” Luca spoke up. “That’s how we met.” Our drinks came out. Quietly, she placed each glass on the table before leaving the entire bottle in the middle of it.

DELUCA Seated before me was Elena. She stared straight into my eyes as we sat there. From the side, I could see Lucas grinning at us, sipping champagne. The bastard was clearly enjoying my situation, laughing to himself. “Mrs. Russo,” I finally broke the silence. She tilted her head slightly, deep in thought, before responding—colder than I had ever heard her. “Mr. Deluca, you know why I’m here,” she said. I gave a simple nod. My expression betrayed nothing, but internally, any relief I had felt earlier was already gone. A headache was starting to pound at the back of my skull.

I stood in the shadows outside the door, my fingers slowly going numb. The Red Room was Lucian's most private club, all black marble, dark gold light, and DeLuca men posted at every entrance with guns hidden under their jackets. Ordinary people did not walk in uninvited, but I was Mrs. DeLuca. Once, no one dared stop me. For the first time, I felt like a stranger there. Inside, someone tried to speak up for me. "Lucian, that is harsh. Everybody knows Evelyn almost lost her Moretti inheritance for you. She shared that loft with you, sold her jewelry, and went to the Bellinis to get you that first deal. None of that was nothing."

Her eyes flickered to Luca, who had just emerged from the bathroom, his damp hair pushed back, a towel draped over his shoulders. He met her gaze, smirked— And then casually said— “Oh, Mrs. Avancii, you’re about to become a celebrity.” Maria’s mouth fell open. Her stomach twisted. Her entire world was about to change.

Untouchable. But inside, I was anything but. When Luca appeared in the doorway in a black tuxedo, I felt the air shift. His eyes swept over me slowly, lingering on the curve of my belly before meeting my gaze. “You’re stunning,” he said simply. He offered his arm, and I took it, my heart steadying itself for the performance ahead. Tonight, I wasn’t just Mira. I was Mrs. De Silva. And I had to play the part perfectly—while keeping my eyes open for every clue, every slip of truth that might lead me closer to the answers I needed.