Luca Ercole Novels & Stories

King Marco said before he looked at Luisa and Claire, both are assigned in the palace and the kingdom's events related. "Please make sure that everything is perfect for the Luna, Beta and Gamma's ceremony. I didn't want any mistakes, so don't overlook anything." "Yes, his highness," the two replied. Without them knowing, Eunice heard everything and was now fuming with anger.

he said without further words. "And tell me about Lucas." I shift on the soft chair to straighten my back. "His mother, Aurelia Montevecchi, grew up in Russia. Despite her being pure Italian, she became a Russian interpreter. Aurelia was secretly involved with a Mafia in Russia, but only as an Italian spy. She's an expert in chemistry. She's practically a ticking time bomb. She was once assigned to be Gerlando De Marchi's interpreter when he was personally doing business there. That's how they met. They got married quickly and had Lucas after that. Gerlando was already Boss and he was ecstatic when he heard he'd be having an heir. He's good with business and his public cover is the CEO—now r

Mafia Luca is the second most dangerous mafia in the city. He's well-known for various crimes such as murder, manslaughter, and sexual assault. Unlike William, he's more terrifying and shows no mercy. He has a strong aversion to forgiving people. Luca is a covetous individual who has a profound fondness for women. He frequently dons a black suit and is perpetually accompanied by a minimum of eight strong bodyguards. He is a womanizer and frequently engages in relationships with college girls. His extravagant spending on women knows no bounds; he is willing to purchase anything for them.

Luca reached the coffee shop where Eliana worked till the afternoon. He talked with the owner of the restaurant first who called Eliana there. Eliana took off the apron and went inside the office of the owner of the café shop. Seeing Eliana there, Luca stood up from his seat and greeted her. “Eliana, this is Mr. Luca Romano, the Executive Secretary of the CEO of the Sapphire Group,” the owner introduced them. Eliana greeted him and they sat on the sofa.

“This is mine.” I froze, my heart skipping a beat. “Yours?” He nodded, walking toward a sleek elevator at the far end of the garage. “Keep up,” he said over his shoulder. I stood rooted to the spot, staring at him in disbelief. “You expect me to believe that all this belongs to you? After everything I’ve heard? They said you’re poor. A lapdog. That you’re nothing but a pawn.” Luca stopped abruptly and turned to face me, his expression dark. “Matteo Greco is poor,” he said, his voice low and cutting. “Matteo Greco is nothing but a pawn. But I am not Matteo Greco. I am Luca Romano.”

Luca reclined in his chair. “You two are terrifying,” Dante smirked. “You like it.” “I like winning,” Luca said. “And I like being alive.” He stood. “I will prepare the teams.” He left us alone. Dante moved closer to me. “You didn’t have much sleep while I was gone.” “I slept enough.” “You lied to me.” I shrugged. “You would have done the same.” He studied my face, looking for something. “You changed.” “So did you.” He nodded once. “Good.” At no point did we mention anything softer. We did not need to. Everything was in motion by the evening. I dialed Matteo’s lieutenant first. His name was Carlo, and he felt he was a clever man.

My throat dries. Lucien moves between the desks now, eyes shifting, taking stock. “You’ll notice the powerless often see the clearest. They learn how to read the room. How to survive. Sometimes they bend power without anyone noticing—until it’s too late.” He passes my row. Doesn’t stop. Doesn’t look. Returns to the board. “This,” he continues, tapping the board once, “is a list of lovers.” He writes four names in quick succession: Damon Salvatore. Edward Cullen.

“We’re clean. No tails, no leaks.” But Luca’s gut told him otherwise. Something was wrong. Too easy. Too quiet. His phone buzzed. It was a message from his tech guy, Leo: Emergency. Found a flagged transaction under Elana Romano’s alias. Tied to Marconi. Luca stared at the screen, unmoving. His breath slowed. The world dulled to a hum. “Luca?” Matteo said sharply. He didn’t answer. Couldn’t. His wife. Her name. Connected to his enemy.

I asked, noticing that smirk on his face. Matteo looked up at me, lifting his brow. “Not a she, sis. An enemy.” “An enemy?” “Yes. Guess who Damon’s new favourite bean pissed off on her first night at Arthdal Strike?” My patience ran out the window at his delay and Mateo must have sensed it as the next second he cleared his throat. “Luca Tadeo.” “Luca? Luca as in… the Luca?” “Yup. Word just got in concerning it. Apparently, they tried covering it up.”

He had a devilish look in his eyes, like I was a new challenge that he couldn't wait to break. I ignored both of them, choosing to focus on the next step on the plan. Finally, Luca broke the silence. “Do you know who I am?” I looked at his eyes for the first time. They were green in color, cold and calculating. He stared at me like he could see straight into my soul. I answered his question. “Luca Rossi.” His lips twitched slightly. “Good.” Matteo leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knee with a smirk on his face. “And do you know what this means, Eli?”