Luca Idv Novels & Stories

Luca was processing, running through objections and reasons and feelings simultaneously. "I'll need to think about it," Luca said finally. "Take all the time you need." Luca thought about it for three months. He talked to Dr. Patel, who asked the right questions without pushing him toward any particular answer. He talked to Elena, who said they'd be idiots not to—they had everything a child could need. He talked to Sofia, who said the safe houses regularly had residents who aged out of programs without anywhere stable to go. He didn't talk to Dante about it during those three months. Dante waited patiently, not pushing, not asking.

Do you think you can be there? —I promise you that I will be there, I am not going to let you down, I will also be the godmother, I will help you make your day more than perfect. Has Saúl already chosen the godfather? —Yes, yes best friend, he is an incredible man, I hope you can get along when you meet. — Luciana twisted her lips when she heard the tone of her friend, she was always matching her with someone. —We'll see, I'll leave you now, since today there will be new investors in the company. So I have to be on time for the meeting.

tears dropped from his eyes. "You've always had your way forgetting that you're only human! Who's going to take up the business now that the doctors have declared you paralyzed for the rest of your life?! Certainly not me, Luca! I will not engage in any of what I find crazy and since you'll be unable to I will have to sell the company and we will all begin to live a very hard life!"

Luca let out a quiet breath and pulled her closer, tucking her under his chin, holding her against his chest. Like he didn’t want to let go. “When I woke up the next morning, I thought I had died… that I was in heaven,” Luca said quietly. “But I wasn’t. It was his house. His room.” He let out a small breath. “And there he was—Luciano Mancini—arguing with his mother.” Lucy listened, completely still. “He was… what, fifteen?” Luca went on. “And he was fighting for me. His mother kept saying a weak boy like me was useless… that I had no place there.”

She marched over and slid into the seat across from him. “Go straight to the point,” she said coldly, not bothering with pleasantries. The man leaned forward, keeping his voice low. “His name is Luca Ventresca. Top of his class in cyber security. Studied in Milan, later got advanced training in the U.S. Known for taking high-risk freelance work, but keeps a low profile. I found old forum posts under a few aliases—” “I know all that,” Isabella snapped, cutting him off. “I didn’t come here for a résumé. Does he have any connection to Natalie De Luca?”

“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

Puny little Olivia won, and she looked quite smug about it. Luca hadn't failed to remind me every minute after that that his secretary or whatever the hell she was had whooped my ass in a contest. I had felt mortified. After all my big talk on how Olivia couldn’t possibly train me, you had been embarrassed in the most undignified way possible. Passed out, with my face on the ground, swollen and achy and painful as hell. Luca hasn't spared me ever since. He claimed that he wasn't ready to waste all the money he had spent trying to find me. If I died before I could get rid of Hell, or at least uncover his identity, Luca would be at a great loss.

Lloyd said he was going to begin at 12am, so how is Luca unable to hold on any longer after just three and a half hours? “You should change your name and not call yourself Luca any longer seeing how big of a sissy you are… I know, you should call yourself Lussy from now on! Sounds pretty cute too, how about it?” Javier’s mock almost instantly sent Luca bursting into tears. “Javier, I really didn’t think that Lloyd would be this bad. I’ve already made connections with my dad and that he will immediately defend me with Easton Group’s funds should Lloyd decide to snipe me financially.

If I wanted answers—real answers—I’d have to get close to Luca. Luca Del Vecchio. His name had been whispered in every corner of this city—the billionaire who threw extravagant charity galas by day and ran the city’s underworld by night. No one said it outright, of course. You didn’t accuse Luca of anything if you wanted to live to see the sunrise.