Becoming Mrs De Luca Novels & Stories

“Mr. De Luca has informed us of your… situation. You’ll be staying in the west wing. Follow me.” I trailed behind her into a foyer large enough to swallow my entire apartment building. Polished white marble floors reflected the light, and every step I took echoed like a gunshot. “Does everyone here look like they just came from a funeral?” I asked, trying to ease the silence. Mrs. Gable didn’t slow. “We are professionals, Miss Santoro. We serve the De Luca family, not conversation.” “I’m a De Luca now too,” I said, though the words tasted like ash. “At least on paper.”

Andrew DeLuca was an enigma, and I was only beginning to unravel him, even against my will. I leaned against the pillar, gazing up at the high, decorated ceiling of the room. It was a huge house, very different from the modest place I used to call home. All of this had happened in the blink of an eye. A month ago, I was a waitress struggling every day to put food on the table, and now I was entangled in a world I didn't even know existed.

I murmured by locking my eyes with him, a little whiny to see his malicious smirk, " Just fuck me now, Luca. We have to make more babies." He let out a priceless chuckle, replaced his mouth with his already hardened cock. Coming back to kiss me passionately, he responded with a low groan, at the same time pushing his cock into my dripping core, " Whatever you wish, my lady." _____________ " Congratulations, Miss Stevens..Ah..Mr.Luca is here too!", the new company that I signed with had all come to greet me for debuting in acting. They threw a small party to congratulate me before I left the town for the acting course in the academy.

‘ Thank you’ she said to the maid who in turn bowed down in courtesy before leaving. The De Luca family are very particular about their servant, they train every servant for a year before they start working for the family. She went sat on the chair and dialed a number. — De LuCa cooperation In the spacious office, Adrian sat, engrossed in his files. Suddenly, his cellphone vibrated, catching his attention. Glancing at the caller ID, he recognized it was his mother calling. "Hi, Mom," he greeted, leaning back in his chair with his legs crossed.

Then she walked to her walk-in closet, finding her old clothes from before she left for Stanford Business School. Before Adrian. Before she became Mrs. Beckett. A chuckle escaped her. It felt like the universe telling her it was time to be a Langham again. So she picked something out, dressed as fierce as she could with a set of white blazer and pants. Next, she needed to think of how to get to Mr. Lawrence’s office. And as if sensing her needs, Edmund called again. “By the way, I’ve sent you a driver. Don’t take a cab—they leave tracks. He should be there right now.”

I inquired, not willing to let myself get more hope on the subject. "I'm still arranging them but it's nothing much," Luca answered glancing into my eyes. I stared back, knowing "nothing much" could mean he wanted my liver or something. I opened my mouth to ask him a question when someone else walked into the room. Surprisingly, it was Luca's mother. Her chocolate brown hair was put in a bun and she was wearing silky lilac pajamas with a matching robe. A sleeping mask rested at the top of her head and she was smiling brightly as she walked to us. I actually hadn't seen her since the day Luca got me.

“That’s between his neurologist and God. I’m a wedding planner.” “Arabella—” “Ms. Garcia,” I cut in. A pause. I saw Alessandra’s jaw tighten. “In this room,” I said, opening the classic Italian garden deck and turning it toward her, “I am Ms. Garcia. You are Ms. Marino. He is Mr. Ricciardi. We all use very tidy names and pretend we have ethics. That’s the game, isn’t it?” Alessandra didn’t touch the deck. “I just want us to start from an honest place.”

She lowered her voice as they approached near them. The private elevator door was already opened. They shuffled in. Romero and Nico followed them. " Romero, why don't you tell your sister in law who you are exactly?" He said he took his phone out and ran his thumb over the display. She glanced at the screen to read them but couldn't understand the Portuguese language. Romero smiled and glanced at her, "Hello, sister in law. I'm Romero De Luca. I'm the CEO of De Luca security companies." She grinned and shook his head to stop him, "I don't know you're the CEO. I don't know if you're that famous. I don't read magazines and watch television. But I was aware of the company. I was expecting an ol

"Allow me to educate you on proper, civilised manners in case your parents didn't. Owner of The Blue Diamond or not, you have absolutely no right to shove paying customers around. You owe us an apology." I pause to catch my breath, only just noticing that there's a slight change in the atmosphere. Luca seems to be visibly vibrating. From the clench of his fists, it's definitely from anger. I look up at Marcus in confusion to find his face etched in a terrified expression. He looks about ready to bolt. Someone better start explaining because I thought WE are supposed to be the angry ones. Like the flip of a switch, Luca's tense demeanour disappears. I watch, astonished, as the anger visibly d

was my response before I gratefully accepted it. “Oh, Mr. de Milano, the head staff wants to talk to you. He said it will be quick.” He frowns, clearly annoyed before he crosses his arms. “Fine. They better stop bothering me while I’m on my vacation or else it will be the last time they’ll be hearing from me.” Luca glances as he ruffles my hair. “I’ll be right back.” “Yeah, I promise that I won’t go away.” “I hold you to that.” Luca grins, playfully pinches my cheek. “See you later, Nina and nice talking to you, Anton.” He gives a quick wave before leaving the sports center.