Becoming Mrs De Luca Novels & Stories

After Tristan left, my phone rang. It was Miriam Whittaker from the orphanage. “Bianca, Angela had a stroke. She’s in critical condition at the hospital. The doctors say we need a large sum for her surgery.” My heart clenched when I heard Miriam’s voice tremble with emotion. I was an orphan, raised in the orphanage, and both Miriam and Angela Zucker had always been like motherly figures to me. “Don’t worry, Miriam. I’ll find a way to get the money. I’ll head to the hospital right now.”

Perhaps they were right. Perhaps I didn't. But I'm here And no amount of whispered expectations could change the fact that, whether they liked it or not... I had become Mrs. De Luca.

"So, we're gonna close early this evening and grab a couple of stuff from the mall. This evening, we make a special dish I'd never done before. It's Luca's favourite" "Are you gonna put me through on how to make it?" She recalled asking Manager Lucia who was happy to respond, "Of course" Linda was prepared to put her energy into learning how to make CEO Luca's favourite dish. She was going to be his wife soon and so, it doesn't hurt to learn. More also, she would have to learn a couple of things from Manager Lucia regarding housekeeping. She is a fast learner and knows quite a number already. Linda freed her mind from the flashback and focused her gaze on the strange dishes arranged all over

"I’ll be his missus." Noel let out an unimpressed breath. "And?" Elene’s eyes darkened. "And not even your little whore ass can stop that from happening." She was close now, close enough for him to see the venom in her eyes, the way her lips curled in disgust. Noel chuckled, shaking his head. "Then why are you here, Mrs. De Luca? Shouldn’t you be busy planning a wedding?" Her nostrils flared. "I’ll make your life a living misery if you don’t stay away from my man," she warned.

Now, as pale dawn light filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my new room, I stared at the ceiling and tried to figure out how my life had become unrecognizable in less than forty-eight hours. A soft knock interrupted my spiraling thoughts. "Miss Rodriguez?" Mrs. Ciro's voice was gentle through the door. "Mr. De Luca would like to see you in his office." My stomach clenched. "What time is it?" "Seven-thirty. He's an early riser." I dragged myself from bed and pulled on the simple black dress I'd worn to the hospital yesterday. In the mirror, I looked exactly like what I was, a woman who'd lost everything and was barely holding herself together.

Mrs Evergreen affirmed and they nodded solemnly. Soon, the lunchtime ended and they all dispersed. Luca returned to his office and took out his phone to check the internet. The recent video of Mr Beaufort and Maria dancing happily was trending and he pondered the kind of effect Maria had on her fans. She had gained new followers and Luca wondered if he could also be famous like that if he started making videos.

Do not carry anything for me anymore. Adrian I read it twice. The attorney waited in silence until I looked up. “What happened?” I asked. “Mr. DeLuca had pancreatic cancer,” he said. “He continued traveling between Chicago while finalizing the trust separation. There were complications last month. He died two weeks ago.” The words landed softly. No thunder. No collapse. No feeling that the world had stopped. Just the quiet recognition that a chapter I had already closed had now been nailed shut from the other side.

Lucy, he is Lorenzo De Luca and his wife Diana De Luca. ''It's nice meeting you Mr and Mrs. De Luca.'' I said, giving them a forced smile. This is making Jay uncomfortable. He doesn't like meeting new people. ''You are so beautiful'' she said, pulling me into a tight hug. I smiled. ''Nothing compared to you, Mrs. De Luca, you look gorgeous.'' It's true though, she looks around 65, but still has an elegant style. ''True child, she is gorgeous'' Mr. De Luca said, making his wife blush.

The said husband is nowhere to be found, he had handed me over to his driver after our engagement turned wedding party and vanished out of sight. The De Luca's Mansion is freaking huge, even more larger than ours. I expected it though, after all their family was crazy richer than ours. "Welcome, Mrs. De Luca," a woman who stands at the doorstep greets me with a warm smile. She looks not over forty years old. Mrs De Luca. The title is unfamiliar but it is a reminder of who I am and where I am now. Even though by blood I am still a Russo, I am now a De Luca by name.

Not anymore. I barely greeted anyone as I made my way to my desk, and my usual routine of organizing my inbox and going through the day’s assignments felt mechanical. Then, I noticed the message waiting in my inbox: “Luca Delvecchio at The Gallery on 5th tomorrow night. Private showing. You might want to take a look.” It was from my underground contact. This wasn’t just a lead—it was an invitation. And something told me that this would be my chance to get closer to Luca.