Novel & Cerita Luca Balsa Idv

Worse than anything either of them was ready for. Luca closed his eyes. “I wasn’t just someone they wanted to recruit,” he whispered. Aiden didn’t move. Luca opened his eyes, tears stinging. “I was engineered.” Aiden froze. “What?” “They didn’t ki dnap me to break me,” Luca whispered. “They created me.” Aiden stepped back like he’d been hit. Luca choked on the air. “And the number on that tag… L-08… It means I’m not the only one.”

Leonardo (dad) pov I was at my home office working and i got a call from unknown number. "Hello?" I said "Hello Mr Luca I am officer Bash and i have something important to tell you" " carry on" i replied while arranging my files. "It appears that your daughter Klara's step mother and step father died in car crash so would you like to take custody of klara?" My heart froze. My bambiana is alive, i am getting her back .

Ivana ignored my comment, "Svetlana, do you have any idea what Luca will do to you when he discovers this? He will make you wish you were dead! You think Kozlovsky’s are bad, you haven't seen Luca yet!" Ivana pursed her lips and then shook her head, "The man is more than he appears. He has shadows and demons of his own. He rules 85% of the in land and off shore mafia in the continent. Bratva other branches, Cosa Nostra, Yakuza you name it and he has submissive alliance everywhere. Where are you planning to run? To Mars?"

I cleared my throat to announce my presence. He turned around and threw his hands up when he saw me. “There's my favorite girl! Come on, have a seat” My face remained impassive. Antonio DeLuca was a bald middle aged man with a powerful build who would never take no for an answer. “What do you want, Antonio?” He chuckled, his voice gruff. “Always straight to business. I like that” He pulled out a file and handed it to me. I opened it and took out a photograph.

The pattern of balance was too neat for a game that was supposed to depend on chance. They were playing something else entirely. The baccarat cards were purely decorative. Luca broke the silence between the third and fourth rounds—his volume dropping to the register of easy conversation, as though he had shed the barrier of formality and chosen to speak from his real position. “I heard you decided to cut away from your father’s business channels, Salvatore. Trying to build something clean.” A deliberate pause. “Exhausting, I imagine. All that effort just to prove you’re not a cheap replica of him.”

LUCA Isadora Rossi... She doesn’t know it, but I’ve known her longer than she thinks. It was four years ago, at one of the charity galas we both attended. I was 24, and she was 20. vibrant, defiant, and full of life. It was love at first sight.

“In this family, everyone fights for themselves.” He pulled out his phone suddenly. “Speaking of which…” Mom narrowed her eyes. “Who are you calling?” Lucas didn’t answer. The call connected. “Yes,” Lucas said smoothly. “He’s indeed crippled.” My eyes narrowed slightly. Then Lucas spoke the name that made my stomach tighten. “Alessandro De Luca..” Lucas turned slightly so I could hear the voice through the phone. “ He is indeed crippled?.” Lucas smirked. “Absolutely.” Then he walked closer to my bed and held the phone near me.

Venitia looked at him worriedly. "He's been sitting and typing non-stop,,,won't his shoulders be in pain", she thought. She stood up and walked to him, she started massaging his shoulders gently. Luca smiled,, feeling relaxed and more comfortable than before. "Thanks Venitia,,I don't know what I'd have done without you", Luca said and Venitia blushed. After some minutes, Luca found the information he was looking for. "Venitia, come see this", Luca said and Venitia rushed over. Venitia's eyes widened when she saw Lucius, the CEO of K.C corporation bribing a staff of Antonio's company.

The rain poured heavily over Rio de Janeiro, drumming against the windows of the penthouse apartment in Ipanema as if trying to wash away years of secrets. Luka sat on the black leather sofa, his laptop open on the coffee table, but the screen had been dark for nearly forty minutes. He held a glass of single malt whiskey, the ice long since melted. At thirty-eight, Luka Silva — or rather, the man who had carried many false names throughout his life — knew he had reached his limit.

I always saw Ivan as a saint who couldn’t hurt a fly, but the moment the base was set, my mindset changed. Had Luca been right about him in the first place, or was I overthinking this? I wanted to believe in him, but thinking about the events that happened in the last months, I might have judged Luca. He had every right to do shits to me, but he never did. Why would he suddenly act now? Everything leads back to Ivan's appearance in my life.