Becoming Mrs De Luca Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

“Objection!” “Sustained. Mrs. Beckett, please refrain from any speculation.” “My apologies, Your Honor. But even if not from my speculation, I think what Mr. Lawrence presented today painted a rather clear picture of what was happening in my marriage. I trust that all of you can understand the reason why we are here at all.” Lawrence flipped to another section of his notes. “You stated that you’re the CEO for Meadow Lane. Is it correct that you’re currently experiencing a sudden hardship?”

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.