Luca And Alberto Kissing Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Take it off,” he said, his expression cold and dark. “Eh—what do you mean?” I stammered, shocked by his words. “Oh, little one,” he smirked. “Didn’t anyone tell you? You’re here to warm my bed.” Avery Maddox thought she was being offered a job—until she realized she’d been sold to a billionaire. Not just any man, but Luca Stone: arrogant, powerful, and dangerously irresistible. She tries to run. She tries to fight. But what happens when Luca refuses to take no for an answer—and love begins to blur the lines between power and surrender?

When my wife, Rebecca Walsh, misses my chemotherapy session for the 99th time, I come across a post on social media. "I won my lover's heart with a kidney. She will surely love me to death, right?" The attached photo shows a couple kissing on a street in Targon. The woman has a small heart-shaped scar on her neck. What a coincidence—it is exactly the same as Rebecca's. The woman who nearly dies for me falls in love with someone else so easily. The comments below are full of encouragement from strangers. "Man, you're so brave. Wishing you everlasting love." "If I were the woman, I would love you to death." I leave a comment too. "I hope you are together until you are in the depths of hell, you cheating pair. As for me, the husband, I will step aside to make way for you." One minute later, the post disappears. It doesn't matter. I post on my own account. I write, "After I spent three years battling cancer, my wife fell in love with the man who's supposed to be the kidney donor." The attached images are our marriage certificate and the same photo of them kissing from earlier.

My husband, Luca, had a childhood sweetheart named Sophia. Years ago, during a brutal gang shootout, Sophia shielded him from the worst of the bloodshed, and since then, she had suffered from severe PTSD. Because of that, Luca would push aside family business every year and fly to our estate on a secluded island off the coast of Sicily to spend three months “helping her recover.” “Victoria, she lost her mind because of me,” he told me. “I’m responsible for her. I hope you can be magnanimous.” So, I nodded. And eventually, I got used to the fact that every year, my husband would disappear for three months to fulfill what he called a moral obligation. That was until the day I flew in without warning to inspect the family’s money-laundering network on that island and saw him. In the town square, under the bright Mediterranean sun, Luca was standing there with a five-year-old boy by his side. “Papa, how long do we have to hide on this island?” the child asked. “I want to go to New York. I want to see the Empire State Building.” Luca laughed gently and scooped him up in his arms. With his other hand, he held Sophia’s. “Antonio, be good,” he said affectionately. “Papa’s position is… complicated. When you turn eighteen and pass the family’s initiation ceremony, I’ll kill that woman and her dead old man. Then, I’ll take you back to New York to inherit the entire Corleone family.” I stood in the shadows, unseen. Slowly, I lit a cigarette. The smoke curled around me as their voices drifted over, the conversation getting more vicious as it went. Sophia leaned into his chest, her tone sweet and coy. “Luca, I’ve been with you for seven years without a name or a title. How much longer are our son and I supposed to live like ghosts?” Luca sighed. “I don’t have a choice. The old man in the Corleone family is still alive. I married Victoria just to get her territory. Don’t worry. I’ve been adding something to her milk every day. She’ll never get pregnant in this lifetime. My family bloodline will only continue through you.” The last thread of reason in my mind snapped. In the six years of marriage we shared, I had been infertile. I’d taken countless hormone injections to stimulate ovulation. I’d knelt in church and prayed more times than I could count. Yet, all along, the devil poisoning me was my own husband. The initial shock faded quickly into rage. I crushed out my cigarette and pulled out my phone. Then, I dialed my uncle, the family’s clean-up man. “Uncle Rocco,” I said calmly, “Luca betrayed me. He betrayed the family. Order a coffin in the finest black walnut for me, and make it large, large enough to fit a family of three.”

On the day of the ambush, my stepsister, Vivian Giordano, once shoved me into a dead-end alley to save herself. This time, she did not. Instead, she gave me the chance to escape and ran straight toward the enemies herself. Only then did I realize that, like me, she had been reborn. In my previous life, I was rescued by Luca Moretti, the Mafia Boss's heir, and married into power, while Vivian was eaten alive by jealousy and regret. Now that fate had reset, Vivian was determined to seize what she thought should have been hers. Unbeknownst to her, the man she is running toward is not salvation. Luca is the beginning of an even darker nightmare.

　　When my husband’s brother died in a gang war, Luca came forward to “take responsibility” for his widowed sister-in-law, Sophia, and her son. 　　He used his connections to move Sophia’s son into a top-tier private academy while pushing my son down into the slum streets. He described it as "essential grit for a Mafia heir." He purchased Sophia a penthouse and a million-dollar car, yet stopped the support money meant for our child and me. 　　My son died in the street, beaten to death by some worthless thugs over a piece of rotten bread. As for me? My head was smashed in a back alley by a drug addict searching for the last ten bucks in my pocket. 　　Only when my spirit left my body did I see the truth: Sophia had controlled everything the entire time. 　　Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. One day before the wedding. 　　I did not lose even a moment. I called off the wedding with Luca and dialed his uncle, Vincenzo. If Luca wanted Sophia that much, fine. This time, I would give them exactly what they desired.

“You belong to me, body and soul. No one dares lay claim to what is mine, Alessia. You’re My Essia and mine alone. Anyone who dares to cross me will learn the true meaning of power and possession." ****** Marco De Luca leads the feared De Luca Mafia Clan in Reggio Calabria. When he meets Alessia Rizzo at the Devil's Den club, their attraction is instant. But after a night together, Marco becomes obsessed with her and locks her away, ignoring her love for freedom. Alessia faces a tough choice: forgive Marco and stay, or find a way to escape his control. Will she ever forgive him and escape?

In the ruthless underworld of New York’s Italian mafia, peace comes at a deadly price. When Luca Rossi, the cold-blooded heir to the Rossi empire, executes the Vitale family’s prized soldier, war erupts between the two most powerful crime families. To prevent total annihilation, a marriage alliance is forged but the Vitale don offers something no one expected: his defiant, openly gay younger brother, Alessio. Luca has spent his life burying his desires beneath layers of violence and duty. Marrying a man is unthinkable in their traditional world yet refusing means rivers of blood. Alessio, beautiful and unbreakable, is delivered to Luca like a sacrifice… or a weapon. What begins as a contract of convenience explodes into obsession. Stolen touches in penthouse shadows. Whispered praise that shatters Alessio’s walls. A possessive love neither man saw coming. But in a world built on betrayal, someone is plotting to tear the fragile truce apart and kill the newlyweds before they can claim real power. Two men bound by vengeance. One love forged in fire. Only one question remains: will they rule together… or die trying?

"Your punishment. Shall we?," Matteo asked, this time moving towards me. He stepped closer and ripped open my half-buttoned shirt. "If other men can have you," he added quietly, "Why can't I?" I froze. "You—" "You have two choices," Matteo said, undoing his cufflinks and pushing me back toward the bed. “Choose wisely.” "One: take your pants off. Let me see what you used on my brother." "Two: I call Alessandro and have him come watch what I do to you." "You're insane," I snapped. "Does your brother know you're a fucking pervert?" "He doesn't need to," Matteo said, his hand settling on my belt. "He only needs to know you betrayed him." He said as my buckle clicked open. "And now, La mia bambola ( My Doll).” Matteo continued softly, "You're about to learn what consequences really mean." Betrayed by his fiancee two days to their wedding, Alessandro spirals and falls into the hands of a play boy--Luca Mariani. Matteo Rossi, Alessandro's brother looks into Luca and finds a full file of his promiscuous nature, seven men in two months. He warns Luca to flee from his brother but Luca has no intention of doing so. What happens when luca finds out that the so called overprotective brother is the feared head of the Italian mafia. And worst still finds him in bed with another man. Let's find out!!

In the Corvona underworld, there is one unspoken rule. When a Don keeps a new woman by his side for three consecutive months, the Donna must personally remove the signet ring symbolizing her power and place it on the new woman's finger before the entire family. When my husband, Luca, the Don of the Bellini family, announced he would take Mia alone on a three-month business trip, the entire Corvona underworld waited for me to have a meltdown. I had been with Luca Bellini for seven years. I followed him everywhere, refusing to leave his side. I would even wake up in the middle of the night to touch him, needing to know he was there to feel secure. They were all aware of my clinginess and were betting I would never let go. But when Mia extended her hand to me, her voice dripping with saccharine, I didn't shed a single tear. I calmly removed the signet ring engraved with the family crest and slid it onto her ring finger. Luca, lounging in the leather chair at the head of the table, swirled the whiskey in his glass, satisfaction gleaming in his cold blue eyes. "Elara, you've finally learned your place." I lowered my gaze to my bare finger, saying nothing in return. What Luca didn't know was that a month ago, I had recovered all seven years of my lost memories. I wasn't some street orphan at all, but the long-lost Principessa of the Rossi family, the most powerful of the Old World families. In three days, my brother's armed convoy would roll into Corvona to take me home.

Elara Robertson is caught in a dangerous game after her father gives her away–as payment for his debt. She finds herself tangled up with Marco De Luca, a cold-hearted mafia boss. Just when everything seems dark, she finds a bit of light in Léo, the Chief chef who seems to understand her. But everything changes on one crazy night, forcing Elara into a marriage with Marco that feels loveless and suffocating. She’s left feeling trapped and tormented. Now, Elara faces a tough choice: will she find the strength to break free and reclaim her happiness, or will she become just another victim of Marco De Luca?