Novel & Cerita Becoming Mrs De Luca

The De Luca mansion glimmered that evening, polished to perfection as if the marble itself were trying to impress someone important. Servants moved like shadows—swift, silent, and nervous—under the sharp voice of Caterina De Luca. She had been orchestrating this dinner for days, a chance to restore dignity to the family name after Isabella’s quiet act of rebellion. Tonight, no one would be allowed to forget who the De Lucas were.

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”

” He said poking my head. I cross my arms and huff. It was worth a shot. Dammit i should’ve thought of something more better but no Ms. Clumsy can’t control her stupid mouth, remember. Once we entered the salon. Dalon introduced me to a beautiful middle aged woman. She came and hugged him “Dalon i missed you! ” she says sounding really excited. Once she let go she looked at him and said”wow! Dalon you have grown into a good looking man.” He grinned and said “Why thank you aunt Cary.” what a show off.. I’m like invisible here. Don’t they notice me. I clear my throat. Their eyes instantly snap towards me. Finally.

" Well I am a married woman who is madly in love with her husband. " " I can tell. You know Michelangelo was glowing in more ways than one and it wasn't because of the kids ." I took a poppy seed muffin and placed it on the side plate . Felicity came back with a refill of my hot chocolate and she also gave the guy some too . "Thanks Felicity." " It's a pleasure Mrs Luca." As soon as the waitress was out of ear shot I looked at the guy again and spoke ; "Okay golden; why am I being address as Mrs Luca and what's with you being nice ?"

" 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.