Giulia X Luca 소설 & 이야기

I didn’t even remember when. Luca stood a few feet away, a small cut above his brow, chest heaving. He looked at me like he’d never seen me before. Elijah grinned, wiping blood from his lip. “She’s ready.” Luca didn’t smile. Just nodded once and said, “That’s enough for today.” I shifted back, breath ragged, hands on my knees as I tried to steady myself. My skin buzzed with energy, pain, and something almost like pride. “Aria,” Luca said, stepping closer, voice low, “you did good today.”

He then lifted my chin and kissed me lightly on the corner of my lips. "Trust me, Cara Mia. This is a win-win situation for both of us." I took a step back, picked up the passage contract, and hid my face in the shadows by the window so that he wouldn't be able to read my face. "Do you love me, Luca?" My voice was entirely devoid of emotion. Luca immediately swore, "Of course, Katerina! I swear on the honor of my Famiglia that I will only love you for the rest of my life!

Luca strolled over and draped an arm around my shoulders, playing the part of the doting fiancé perfectly. It wasn't until he leaned in that I saw it—the smear of lipstick on his collar and the fresh hickey blooming on Fiona’s neck. I slumped back onto the barstool, my soul feeling like it had been hollowed out. I dug my nails into my palms so hard they bled, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. His friends started badgering him in Sicilian, fishing for the dirty details. Luca, perhaps feeling a flicker of guilt, glanced at me before sitting down and pulling me into his lap.

When we got to Laura's house, I packed my car in front of her house but when we were about to alight Mary cleared her throat and I turned to her abruptly, knowing she had something important to say. "Shoot," I said, patiently. "Luca had sex with Laura the night before she left." She said feeling guilty like she was involved. "I thought as much," I replied without a sign of surprise. "How did you know?" She enquired "You just told me." I replied. "But ..."

-She will be out in a few minutes," she said rather unfriendly as she walked away, it was not normal for women to relate to me like that. After several minutes, a girl with very long black hair came out of the small place, she was wearing tight jeans that marked her figure and a short white t-shirt that showed off her bronzed skin. I couldn't deny that she caught my attention easily, and I didn't imagine her like that. As she was closing the place, I approached her from behind and called her name. She froze slightly, as if she was scared. Then she turned around and her honey eyes looked into my blue ones blankly. _Who are you? _I am Marco de Luca. _Who? _I come from Naples, from the Luca fam

"Well, an issue came up." "What kind?" The gate electronically lifts up the familiar hood of Luca's car, which drives in. Luca doesn't even take his time to pack properly; he just shuts off the engine and jumps out. A heavy grimace on his face as he storms out of the car and towards the entrance to his house. "Fuck that stupid bitch!" He growls, and I step aside, not wanting to get burnt by his anger, but Lily steps towards him instead; she doesn't ask any questions yet; she just rubs his arms, then lowers his head to her shoulders, smoothing.

Ever since I was brought back to the Colonna Famiglia, my adopted younger sister, Ilaria Colonna, has kept trying to push me into the arms of Luca Balzano, Don of the Balzano Famiglia. 99 times, to be exact. Every single time, she chokes out the same words to him. "The true Principessa of the Colonna Famiglia is the one you're supposed to marry. I'm nothing but an adopted daughter." She dumps every piece of jewelry Luca gives her into my room and keeps arranging opportunities for the two of us to be alone. She even drugs us both and locks us in a room together. Yet every single time, Luca pushes me away, choosing to spend the entire night soaking in ice-cold water rather than lay a finge

“Careful, Adelina. Words wilt faster than flowers.” Giulia’s voice was calm, melodic, but edged with bite. “And some people mistake cruelty for strength. It’s just noise.” Adelina’s gaze flicked between them, unimpressed. “Ah, the entourage. A florist and a violinist. How quaint. Luca surrounds himself with delicate things. No wonder he’s weak.” I stood, my nails half-painted, my hair pinned halfway up, and faced her directly. “You mistake kindness for weakness,” I said evenly. “That’s why you’ll never understand him. Or me.”

Looking back now, it was laughable. Luca didn't return for the rest of the night. The next day, he gave a half-hearted excuse, saying he had been busy all night with family matters. I didn't call him out on his lie and simply turned toward the door. When Gina saw me, she deliberately leaned in and whispered in my ear, "Elena, you saw everything, didn't you? Did you enjoy watching how wild Luca gets with me?" So she had left the door open on purpose. "Your son is already dead, and your husband belongs to me in every way. What are you still doing here?" Gina said.

he said and held my hands, about to lift me up onto the horse's strap when the door opened abruptly. “STOP. RIGHT. THERE!” Luca’s voice boomed and I reeled my eyes back to him. In a frenzy, he was down the stairs and beside me. “Do not even think you can do whatever it is you planned to do.” “And what would that be, cousin?” Xavier asked, unaffected. Luca glared at him with fiery, dark eyes. They both looked like they would rip each other's skin off.