Becoming Mrs De Luca Novels & Stories

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.

Marcus stood instantly. “I have to go.” my throat burned. “Marcus—” He hesitated, tearing himself away as if his heart were still in my hands. “Please,” he said again. Then he vanished through the back passage …gone like smoke … just as the door opened again. Another maid. “My Lady … your dress is prepared. The Alpha’s parents await.” I stood up slowly like someone waiting for an execution, because at this point that is what all this was. If this is what it takes to be a Luna.. Luna Selene is lucky she isn't here.

I drew in a slow breath, forcing my jaw to unclench. If I react in anger, Camille would win. She would have succeeded in provoking me, belittling me, which was what she wanted. And I refused to give her that satisfaction. Slowly, I lifted my chin, locking eyes with her. I smiled calmly, the kind of smile that said her words hadn’t landed nearly as deeply as she’d hoped. “Thank you, Miss—” “Mrs.,” Camille corrected me immediately, her jaw tightening almost imperceptibly. She lifted the hand holding her champagne flute, just enough for the enormous diamond on her finger to catch the light. “Mrs. Devereux.”

CHAPTER 1. Alexis is here in the living room of their home while studying because she has a quiz tomorrow. She should study this for her to have a passing grade. She's already a graduating student this semester and she wants to have work already. She wants to help her parents with the finances that they need to live. She's Alexis Ophelia De Luca, she's already in her fourth year college and after graduating, she promised that she'll be successful for her parents. She owed them because they took care of her since she was a kid. That's why she decided to make a living for her to help them.

"You're the Alpha, I'm simply a normal woman." "You are my future Luna, how does that make you a normal woman?" Mason asked chuckling. "Come on, it is fine for you to take part in this." Nodding Danica allowed herself to be drug into the room. Looking back she watched as the door behind them closed and the old man that had been their guide stepped in front of it, before turning her attention back to the waiting Arlo.

Looking at the woman's indifferent behavior, Matthew narrowed his eyes. When the car started moving again, he told Francis, “Look into Mrs. Leon when we get home.” “Yes, sir,” Francis replied. … “Ms. Lucy, you’re back. Mr. and Mrs. Quinn are waiting for you in the living room,” said Mia Monroe, the maid. Nodding, Lucy walked in blankly. Her heart froze at the sight of her parents sitting in the living room. “Lulu, I’m sure you’ve heard about Luna and Timothy.” A well-groomed middle-aged woman was looking at Lucy nervously.

"Just not my thing." The man nodded, “I'm Luca,” he stretched out his hand for a handshake. “Call me Mrs. Ferrente,” I replied, taking his hand. He was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, “A woman who knows how to assert herself," Luca said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I like that." He held my hand for a fraction of a second longer than necessary, before releasing it with a charming smile. I felt a flutter in my chest, but quickly suppressed it. I was a married woman now, after all. I glanced around the room, searching for Demir, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Mrs Oliverez began saying and Ahneeka totally lost it not knowing where she was trying to go with the manipulation she was trying to pull on her. Yes she raised her since cradle, she wasn't disputing the fact. But that didn't mean she always had to sacrifice for them. She didn't mind marrying Lawrence few hours ago but on seeing the numerous luggages that were going with her, she knew on cue without needing to be told that she was being sold. Yes.

A flicker of amusement glossed over mother's face. “You're a witty woman I see. That's good. You'll need it.” She shifted her attention back to me. “Lucas,I'm glad to see that she's got a spine at least.” I smiled a little at that. “Got a spine” is in truth a mild way to describe Lucia. Terrifyingly hardheaded was another. Lucia took several steps forward,my mothers eyes not missing her movements. “I give you my word Mrs.moretti,I'm not here to disrupt your son's life in any way.”

she said, extending the flowers toward me. I rubbed my eyes repeatedly, convinced I was hallucinating. But no—the woman was real, flowers in hand. Sprinting to her, I whispered, “What the fuck are you doing here?” “Oh, about that,” Maria said, holding up a neat file. “This is my resume for the job.” I grabbed it, irritation flaring. “Since when did you manage a secretary job for five years? Aren’t you lying now?” Maria shrugged proudly. “Well, that stupid assistant of Mafia Boss Lukers—I mean, Mr. Japhet’s assistant—believed it. Victor helped me with the fake identity and documents.”