Novel & Cerita Becoming Mrs De Luca

Growing exasperated, the employee replied, "Ms. Lucille, we cannot reveal any more information to you. If you still have any questions, please ask your lover, Mr. Lucas Yates." Lover. I was overwhelmed by embarrassment the instant I heard that term. I initially thought I was Lucas' lawfully wedded wife, yet it turned out that I was nothing but a mistress. The crowd erupted into whispers, and I heard someone say, "My goodness, she sure is stupid! Did she seriously believe the certificate that man gave her was real? She's nothing but a homewrecker!" I fled City Hall, feeling utterly devastated. Seven years of dating and three years of marriage… Was all of that just a blissful lie?

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.

“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.”

“This is my fiancée, Lila Moreno. Lila , this is Caroline Vance. She is the chairperson of the Andrew House charity.” “Nice to meet you.” I shook the other woman’s perfectly manicured hand, and held back the questions that were forming in my mind. Jake had never mentioned that he had a charity, but his fiancée would certainly know all about it. Well, a real fiancée would at any rate. I was clueless. “Nice to meet you too.” Caroline smiled warmly. “I didn’t think I would live to see the day when Jake would settle down. He is always preferred life in the fast lane.” She shot Jake a teasing look. “I guess you are merging into the carpool lane, huh?”

Maxima Davenport didn’t know it yet, but she’d just become the answer to his desperate request, the perfect pretender… She was about to become his perfect fake “Mrs. Right”.

LUCA I tried my best to ignore the woman next to me, but my tactics only worked for two minutes. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t concentrate without something about her filtering into my thoughts. She was easily the sexiest woman I had ever met. She wasn’t the typical model beauty standard. Far from it. Elena Ricci… well, Elena De Santis now… was every inch a woman. Her hair was thick and wavy, the deep, rich chestnut brown highlighted perfectly against her skin. From the first day I had set eyes on her, all I had wanted to do was wrap my fingers around that hair and pull. Fuck…

I wonder if anyone would miss her enough to lodge an investigation if she let's say magically disappeared to the bottom of a lake in a different bag, chopped to pieces and— No. I quickly stop myself, I can't get that caught up in the idea or I'll end up doing it, and she's mother's friend, I can't. “Oh, leave the girl,” Mrs. de Luca tsks, “She's been married like four minutes.” “And she's young, Rosa.” Mrs Rossi tells her.

Then. "Can you all just shut the fuck up? Can't you see I'm trying to sleep?" The voice wasn't as loud as everyone else is in the class, but the way the class assumed a pin drop silence shocked me. Everyone began to find their seats to sit down, some were even shocked when they looked up and saw me. I smiled tersely. "I'm glad I didn't have to do something extreme to make you all calm down." I looked at all of them one by one. "Good morning students. I am your new Business and Economics teacher, Mrs. Lyla Atelo."

"Mom! Ava's going there while I stay here? It's unfair!" Helga leaned closer, "oh, she's not going anywhere without us, honey." She whispered, malice lacing the tone of her voice. "If Mr. Lancaster wants Ava so bad, he's going to get the whole package." "What's your plan?" Beatriz's eyes glimmered with hope. She couldn't help but imagine herself posting pictures of herself in the famous Lacanster Mansion. If she's doesn't have a chance to reel Matthew Lancaster, she could settle for his cousins or friends as long as it will give her a chance to get in the inner circle of the trully powerful and influential.