Novel & Cerita Becoming Mrs De Luca

“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.

Luca Laura won’t talk to me. She’s been in the room for too long. She won’t even have lunch. I decided to not say anything else to her. I know she has to calm down. We can discuss things again when she’s calmer. I’m upset. I haven’t felt this way in a long time. Things were going well. Things were fucking great just this morning before I left for work. Waking up with her beside me was amazing. I pressed my nose against her neck as I took her from behind, and everything felt perfect. Her warmth. Her scent. Her moans. They were music to my ears. It felt right. At that moment, I saw myself doing that every single day until the day I died. I was looking forward for that to happen every day. To l

My voice quavered as I said, "That's not possible. My husband gave me this marriage certificate himself. We even made our vows before God, promising that we would remain loyal to each other. Today is our third wedding anniversary…" The employee looked at me with pity. "Ms. Lucille, it seems you've been tricked. According to the information you provided, your so-called husband, Lucas Yates, is already married. The woman registered as his spouse is one Yelena Jackman." My mind went blank. "No, that's impossible! Yelena is in a coma. How could she possibly marry Lucas? There must have been a mistake when you were inputting the information!" Growing exasperated, the employee replied, "Ms. Lucill

Her hair fell around her shoulders in soft waves, and she added light makeup. She barely recognized the woman in the mirror. Mothers caring for small children didn’t wear heels or fitted tops. Too restrictive. Lucia grabbed her bag and a printed résumé, then headed out. The maids stopped in their tracks. Their eyes widened as if a stranger had walked in. They didn’t speak until she was gone. “That was Mrs. Marchesi, right?” “Yeah.” “She’s gorgeous. Way prettier than Signorina Lorenza.” --- Lucia parked near the Gusto Group building. She changed from flats to heels, taking a moment to steady herself. It had been years since she walked in heels.

"Well, shall we move on to the pancakes?" I nodded, getting up as he led the way to the kitchen. Once inside, he pulled out ingredients, showing me each step. I listened intently, my eyes flickering between his hands and his face as he cracked eggs and poured flour into a bowl. I leaned forward slightly, pretending to study the batter. "I think I’m getting the hang of it," I murmured. Luca smiled, a genuine one this time. "You’re a natural," he said, stepping closer, his presence suddenly far more noticeable.

“Okay, that's it. Security!!!“ She didn't care about the pain that tore through her body, all she wanted that second was someone flinging this bag of human meat out. Almost immediately the security man form earlier rushed in, his gun out and in front of him, looking for the threat that made his boss lady shout like that when she was sick. ------ LATER THAT AFTERNOON The De Luca mansion stood as imposing as ever, towering over the manicured grounds like a relic of old money. Lucas stepped inside as soon as the door was opened, though the staff barely batted an eye. He wasn’t just a visitor here, after all he had called to Inform his visiting an hour earlier. The dining room was filled with th

Before I could answer, the doorway filled with a silhouette that still had the power to make my gut clench. Richard De Luca stepped into the room as if he owned it. And for a long moment, no one moved. He looked older his hair gone silver at the temples, lines carved deep into his face. But the cold, assessing gaze was exactly the same. His eyes flicked to me in the chair, then to Anna, sitting frozen across from me. And the smile that curled across his mouth was a thing I remembered from my nightmares. “Well,” he drawled, his voice low and smooth as poison. “Isn’t this a touching little reunion.”