Becoming Mrs De Luca Novels & Stories

"Dad, I've wanted you to get rid of this woman for ages! I hate her! I like Millie more. She's a million times better than the murderer who killed my mom!" Millie put a theatrical hand to his mouth. "Goodness, Luca, you shouldn't say such things..." "Let him speak," I said, looking at Horton. "Since you and Luca both like Millie so much, why not make her the new Mrs. Falcone? The timing is perfect. Our contract is over." Horton's brow furrowed into a deep knot. He ordered the butler to take Luca back to his room. "Who do you think you're talking to? Are you that eager to push me onto another woman?"

A very unhappy, structurally unstable wedding cake. On the couch, her friends were completely unable to suppress their laughter, burying their faces in throw pillows as Ava struggled to move her arms against thousands of layers of stiff tulle. Meanwhile, across the chaotic grid of Manhattan, Luca was facing an existential crisis entirely of his own. Marco sauntered into the DeLuca family mansion, taking two steps into the main living room before freezing dead in his tracks. "What the hell happened in here?"

"Hey everyone, look! Our little 'Mrs. Godfather' is back!" "Mrs. Godfather" was their mocking nickname for her. Ever since Jenna had latched onto Dante, she'd made a point of never coming back here, but the legend of how she went from bartender to a mob boss's mistress was famous. More women poured out of the bar, forming a circle around her. The flashes of cell phone cameras began to pop, the shutter clicks relentless. "Oh my, what happened? Your clothes are all torn," a heavily made-up woman asked with fake concern, her voice dripping with scorn. "Did the Don stop buying you new ones?"

He strode towards me, wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me in. “Don’t you ever speak to my wife in that tone ever again, do you understand? She may have been your sister a while ago, but there isn’t ‘De Luca’ attached to her name anymore. It’s Mrs. Mia Mysterio now. Get used to it or get lost”

The bully who used to steal my lunch and homework and made pranks on me. My jaw clenches. “Well well well, didn’t think I would see a fimiliar face when I would return to my home town in the first day itself..” he says with a haunting smirk. Of course Mrs. Andrew was confused and asked “You guys know each other?” Hell yess! We knew each other pretty darn well.

" Why don't you go and set the table as I take the food of the gas. You look famished. Soon the two were seated at the table having a meal together silently. The atmosphere felt warm, peaceful, and full of tranquility. Luca was in deep thoughts. Tomorrow was the first day of work for his little girl. For some reason, he had a feeling that her new job will bring a lot of complications to her life. Her life was peaceful as it was currently since no one knew of her actual identity as the mafia's best hitwoman and assassin.

AMORE ELEVEN YEARS AGO "hi, Mrs De Luca is Xavier home?"I asked Bridget Xavier's mother. "No why?" she asked looking at me with a disgusted look. She doesn't like me so it explains a lot. "I need to tell him something important," I said with a fake smile. I turned to leave but what she said next made me freeze. "You're here to tell him that you're pregnant right?" she asked and I looked at her with shock.

But it was necessary if she was to get out of this hellhole. He pushed the door to her room open and stepped in before her. Her eyes moved over his body. He was well-built and tall—he was a standard man. Still, that sparked no desire. Desire or not, she had to do this, so she shut her door and stepped forward. Marcel turned at the sound of the door closing. He wanted to tell her that her classes with his mother would continue since she still had to be a temporary Luna which was still involved in her duties.

One was a bachelor's degree in business with a minor in leadership, the other was a master's degree in business administration. I couldn't help but be impressed "Ci vediamo tra poco." Luca hung up the phone before turning in his chair to look at me. "My mom is driving me nuts," he said, laughing. "What's wrong?" I asked. "She wants us to go pick up more plates and napkins before the party starts tonight. She said they didn't get enough. But, she keeps asking me if you're coming and telling me to tell you that they're light pink with rose gold accents because she doesn't

“Because I could. Because he never truly wanted you. You’re too soft, too plain. You bore him.” Lucia shook her head, tears falling fast. “That’s not true…” “It is,” Mike said. “This wedding is over.” He turned, walking away with Bella as if Lucia never meant a thing. Lucia stumbled forward. “Mike, please! Don’t leave me like this.” But before she could reach him, someone grabbed her roughly from behind. “What do you think you’re doing?” a harsh voice spat. Lucia turned to see Mrs. Flourish, her stepmother. Her face was twisted with anger.