Becoming Mrs De Luca Novels & Stories

"You've told me this a million times." The black car arrived at the DeLuca house. The house was... something else. Calling it a house didn’t feel right. It was a mansion. There was a fountain at the center. A man in uniform opened the car door for me. Mrs. DeLuca appeared first. She was tall, blonde, with an icy smile She had sharp blue eyes. I said, “Good day Mrs DeLuca. I got you this.” I offered her a bag containing what Andre knew she liked. I didn't know whatever it was.

I should have known it wasn't going to last. "Mrs. Carusso," one of the older board members said as he put his pen down slowly. It was Reeves, who had been on the board since before I was born, and I was willing to bet that he answered to Lucas Valmoria more often than he answered to me. "Forgive my curiosity, but the timeline of your relationship with Arian has been quite fascinating. May I ask how you two met?" There was a lilt of a blade in his voice.

" Well I am a married woman who is madly in love with her husband. " " I can tell. You know Michelangelo was glowing in more ways than one and it wasn't because of the kids ." I took a poppy seed muffin and placed it on the side plate . Felicity came back with a refill of my hot chocolate and she also gave the guy some too . "Thanks Felicity." " It's a pleasure Mrs Luca." As soon as the waitress was out of ear shot I looked at the guy again and spoke ; "Okay golden; why am I being address as Mrs Luca and what's with you being nice ?"

“I just can’t get enough of you. Any idea how to do it again to get relief down there, Mr. Deluca? His hooded amber eyes were roaming on my face, “I know the exact way to do it without hurting you, love. There are many more ways to satisfy it. Give me a chance and let me show you in the room how to do it, Mrs. Deluca.” My heart missed a beat when I heard him saying, Mrs. Deluca. The feeling was ecstatic. “Should we go to the room, Mr. Deluca?” “After you, Mrs. Deluca.”

"The rest of you keep moving." The master bedroom was at the other end, locked up securely. That must be where the women were hiding. We used the battering ram again, and the door exploded open effortlessly. I stepped into a luxurious bedroom, and there they stood unsurprisingly. Melissa DeLuca was standing stiff and proper in a silk robe, her silver hair pulled back like she was going to a board meeting. Behind her was Ariana DeLuca with her black hair cascading down her back, and eyes blazing with fury. She was in pajamas, but there was something fierce about the way she stood that looked terrifying.

As I entered Marco’s mansion, a maid hurried toward me, "Miss Moretti, may I escort you to the living room? Mr. DeLuca is in his study right now.” I smiled politely, shaking my head. "Thanks, but I can manage on my own.” The least I need was another spy sent from Marco. As I passed a room, I overheard a conversation between a couple of maids. "Why did Mr. DeLuca say his daughter was an orphan?” “I heard that Mr. DeLuca planned it that way. It was the only way to bring Violetta into the DeLuca family without people calling her a bastard child.” “So he mad Miss Moretti adopt his child with another woman so the daughter can be legitimate?”

Aria sat in silence, her eyes fixed on the view outside the window, though her thoughts were far from peaceful. The room felt suffocating despite its size, like a golden cage meant to keep her in place. A soft knock at the door startled her. “Come in,” she said quietly. A maid entered with a tray, setting it gently on the coffee table. “Good morning, Mrs. De Luca. Breakfast, as instructed by the Don.” Aria blinked at the title, Mrs. De Luca. It still didn’t feel real.

"Seriously,man? After all that days work you're gonna stand there and pretend you're not hungry?" "Join us,Luca" invited Mrs Genovese Luca slowly undid his tie and pulled of his black suit. "Where's Aurora?" he asked as he settled down on the chair. Mrs Genovese was the first to show her immense disdain for that girl.She gawked, "It doesn't matter if she isn't here," she spoke "Anytime I see her I feel like a huge rock is placed on my face!" "It matters if she isn't here," Luca's deep,menacing voice sent all eyes at him "Even though we got married on an unusual circumstances she is still my wife."

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

Would I end up with nothing again? Life is sucks! As I sat on a chair for another job interview, I felt a flicker of hope — only for it to be crushed almost immediately. "You’re Mrs. De Luca, right? But why does your resume say Varela?" the HR officer asked, looking at my resume with a puzzled expression. My heart sank, and the small smile I had disappeared. How long was I going to be seen only as Lucas’s wife? When would people stop tying my identity to him?