Luca Idv Novels & Stories

Cherry defended herself. Luca smiled. "It's alright... I'm a retired soldier in the Philippine army. I don't have much to offer, but I'm the owner of ZEF hardware and technologies corp. I'm also planning to build a clothing line, though I don't have much knowledge about it; I just plan to name it after Vanna," Luca said. I choked on what he said. He immediately handed me a glass of water. "Are you alright?" Luca asked and gently touched my back.

Now he knows that Emily, his mom, and their son would have wanted him to pick himself up and be happy again. The next morning, Luca took a shower and got dressed, he didn’t have anything else planned out aside from putting an end to his two-plus years-long fight with Claudia, it felt insulting to even call it a fight. he got a text from his assistant telling him that there were some things that he needed to sign; He drove to his office and spent the whole morning, reading and signing proposals. By the time his phone rang, it was almost three pm in the afternoon, he picked up his phone, and it was Nicho calling.

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.”

My mother’s face flashed in my mind—her frail frame lying in that hospital bed, her voice breaking as she told me to let her go. “Listen,” Luca said, his voice softer now, almost bored. “I’m not here to convince you. If you’re not interested, I don’t care. There are plenty of other options.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek black card similar to Marcello’s but with his name embossed in silver letters. He placed it on the ledge beside me and stepped back. “Think about it,” he said, his smirk returning. “Or don’t. It’s all the same to me.”

And vacuums were made to be filled. Luca was the wildcard. The assistant who was never just an assistant. Aiden had run the background checks years ago: Luca Rossi, born in Milan, educated at Wharton on a scholarship, recruited into Vale circles five years earlier. Officially, he handled Isadora’s logistics—schedules, travel, discreet inquiries. Unofficially, he was her constant companion. Rumors of romance swirled, but Aiden dismissed them as irrelevant. What mattered was the loyalty: Luca looked at Isadora the way a knight looks at his queen. Protective. Devoted. But devotion could be manipulated. Devotion had blind spots.

“I already know who I want to be.” Luca kept Dante’s letter in the bottom drawer of his desk. He never opened it again. “I forgive him,” he told me later. “But I will not go back to New York.” “We are not going back.” At sixteen, Luca began volunteering at a local hospital. At eighteen, he was accepted into medical school. On the morning he left, Julian checked his luggage twice. Luca closed the case with exaggerated patience before embracing us both. “I will come home for Christmas.” Julian patted his back. “Remember to eat between classes.”

“Look, my parents have started sloppy paychecks again. Troye stood in front of the dressing room door with a bag of cakes. Her childish voice made everyone fall, but the words this girl said made people only laugh bitterly. Levi Troye is ten years old this year, but the soul is a forty-year-old aunt. At school, she refused to play with anyone and kept clinging to Luca. At his age, people still watch cartoons and play with dolls, he has already moved his hands and feet into the company's contracts. “Why are you two here? Didn't dad say wait for them outside the car? His face darkened when the passionate love between him and her was seen by them. Luca is quieter, he holds his phone to scroll t

They were flirting with each other happily until Luca recognized me. At that moment, he forcefully shoved her onto the ground. It seemed like he wanted to explain the situation to me. However, I kept on walking. After that, I heard rumors that Luca never had a partner again. He stopped hiring assistants too. He started sponsoring a student by the name of Luna Young. He then handed most of his power over to her. A few years later, Luca died of a serious illness. Half of his inheritance was left to Luna, while the rest was donated to charity.

"How... ambitious of you, Luna. I just hope you can handle the spotlight. It can be quite unforgiving to those who aren't used to it." "I think she'll manage just fine," Luca said, his voice dropping into a warning growl. He stood up, walking over to stand directly behind me, his hand resting possessively on my waist. "Vivian, take her to the private fitting room. We’re done with the small talk." As Vivian led me away, I glanced back. Luca was still staring at Ivy, but there was no warmth in his eyes—only the cold, hard stare of a man looking at a strategic error he’d finally corrected.

But Luca beat her to it. "Don Moretti, I have fully recovered from PTSD and can carry out any mission for the family." I stared at him. In my previous life, during the three years we were married, I consulted every top psychiatrist in all of Lexingville, learned to recognize every sign of an impending episode, and kept watch outside his door night after night. However, he had never been able to pick up a gun. But now, just to stay by Sofia's side, he couldn't even bother with the pretense anymore.