Luca Idv Mga Nobela at Kwento

I take the seat and hit the answer button. Luca's face pops up on the screen, bloodshot eyes decorated with dark circles, scattered hair, and a pale face. He is sitting in his study; he pulls on the sleeves of his hoodie and stretches his hands to his coffee mug. "Hey, did you receive my text?" Hmm... I scratched my ears, I did. "But I don't understand it."

The trap had closed, but the war hadn’t ended. I turned and Luca was there, already watching me. His suit was immaculate, but his eyes were tired. Not from the fight—but from everything it meant. He reached for my hand. I let him take it. “You okay?” he asked. I nodded. “He looked at me like I betrayed him.” Luca’s jaw tightened. “You didn’t.” “I know,” I said. And I did. For the first time, I saw it clearly. Ivan hadn’t just been obsessed—he’d been delusional. Twisting memories into fantasies. Building a version of me that never existed. I used to think he was dangerous because he wanted me.

“Not happening.” Luca sighed, shaking his head. “That’s disappointing.” He lifted his glass, taking a slow sip before setting it down. “I wonder… how much is your son worth to you?” Rage burned through Damian’s veins, but he kept his expression neutral. “Careful, Luca.” The other man laughed, amused. “Relax, Cavendish. I’m not Morelli. I don’t kidnap children. But accidents happen… car brakes fail, gas leaks occur…”

I’d graduated top of my class with a double major in chemistry and biology and watching my parents proud faces in the audience while I gave my valedictorian speech had made all the late nights and breakdowns feel worth it. Luca had somehow managed to train for the Olympics while still running the company remotely, and I’d spent the last six months watching him juggle video conferences with volleyball practice in a way that should have been impossible but he made look easy. Then I’d started working full-time at Blackthorne Pharmaceuticals and I’d published two papers in the last six months that were getting attention from people who mattered in the field. And Luca had somehow become a legitim

he said quietly, his voice rough. “No.” Isadora straightened her spine. “I’m telling you I’m not wasting it.” The room went still, the fire snapping in the hearth the only sound between them. Finally, Luca exhaled, long and heavy. He turned his gaze away, his hand dragging across his jaw. First Emilia, now Isadora. His uncle and Dimitri wanted to pull him apart piece by piece, and he feared they just might succeed.

Davina says one evening when I call to rapport on the day. "Wicca". I correct her. I am torn. I have had to admit that I have grown very fond of Luca, I might even be falling for him seriously. But he has shown no sign of wanting more than friendship, not since the first day we did homework. And why would he ? In school we go with different crowds, live different lives. He is hanging with the elites, I am on the Island of lost souls with Davina.

I laughed softly, but there was no warmth in it. “A man like that,” I replied quietly, “is not going to look twice at a divorced woman with a daughter and a lost pregnancy. That’s not how men in his position think. So please stop.” Lavinia opened her mouth, then closed it again. Silence filled the room. Luca shifted carefully against the bed. “Hey, Mom,” he said casually. “Can you grab me some cold water from the vending machine down the hall? Not the room temperature one.” Lavinia looked at him for a second before picking up her purse and walking out without another word.

I blurted, shocked even though I had anticipated it. “Are you sure?” Cara grunted, leaning forward as well. Dave turned the laptop towards Cara and me. “His name is Luca Santos. A drunk and abusive husband and father. Over eleven months ago, he disappeared but he didn’t just disappear, he is currently living in a different pack, under a different name. Marco Santos. But he is working for someone, or rather, under the protection of someone.” Dave recited. “Wait, you knew all this just from the video I sent?” I rasped, confusion, disbelief spreading all over my face.

Ivan dialed Luca's number after his men left his room. Luca, who is working in his pub, looked at the caller ID when he saw an incoming call. "So he bought them all. Good for him" Luca thought out loud, before answering the call. "Luca" when Ivan heard Luca's signature greeting, he smiled. He is getting used to Luca's I don't care attitude. "It's done. I swayed them all. Now all the 25 men are under my payroll" Ivan informed Luca.

I went to the front entrance, staring out at the parking lot through the glass doors. The black SUV pulled into the lot with a screech of tires that made the valet jump. The headlights cut through the dark like twin daggers. Luca stepped out. He wasn't wearing a suit. He was in a dark hoodie and jeans, his face a mask of cold, controlled fury. He didn't look like a student. He looked like a hunter. He started toward the doors, and I realized I had exactly ten seconds before my two worlds collided in front of fifty witnesses.