Becoming Mrs De Luca Novels & Stories

“But that’s basically what I have done. I’m paying you with yours son's medical bills in exchange to be my wife. And if you are going to be playing the part of Mrs. Andrew you need to look the part. Actors are provided with costumes. If it makes you feel better, then look at it that way.” She opened her mouth as if she was going to offer up one of her tart one liners, then closed it again as if she had thought better of it. "An emergency meeting in Hawaii has come up and ofcourse I need to be there as soon as possible." “How long will you be gone?” “We shouldn’t be gone for more than a couple weeks.” “We?” “Yes. We.” “What about my job?" " You are my assistant Lila, it's your job to go with

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 said nothing, as if waiting for me to strike back, but I just couldn't do it. In that moment, I knew, then and there, that he had power over me. He had won, and he knew it because a smirk tugged on his lips. I forced myself to nod. “I understand.” Luca studied me for a moment before stepping back, satisfied. “Good. Now, get some rest. Tomorrow, your life as my wife truly begins.” With that, he turned and left the room, leaving me standing there, heart pounding, a mixture of rage and something far more dangerous coursing through my veins.

“My niece Claudia and I had breakfast together yesterday and she said you were at their brunch, and your sisters in-law doted on you there too.” I smile at that, I've never liked circled gossip until now, for once something good has come out of it. “My, Annika should fix all our children's matches, don't you think?” Mrs De Luca says. “Hey, she still has three of her own to marry off.” Mrs Fontana chimes in. I still, everything within me twitching. “Reina is a little girl,” I snap and I must be glaring because Mother taps my foot under the table.

“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."

I was Elena DeLuca, the orphan Lucian Vestri pulled out of a massacre. The night two mafia families turned the docks into a graveyard, my parents died taking bullets meant for him. He carried me out in his arms, brought me back to the Vestri estate, and kept me by his side ever since. For five years, he gave me everything. Protection. Privilege. A place no one else could touch. He made me the most untouchable woman in the city.