Luca X Giulia Novels & Stories

The rainy afternoon offered the perfect shroud for deception. Private Suite 402 had become a fortress of Julian’s grief, but even fortresses have cracks when the security detail answers to a higher authority: a broken heart's fiercely protective best friend. His name was Luca. For years, Luca had harbored a deep, silent devotion to Elian, a love born in quiet moments, long before the shadow of the Moretti empire had swallowed Elian whole. Luca had watched from a distance as Elian fell into Julian’s orbit, and he had watched with growing horror as Elian disappeared into that cold, predatory manor. The moment the news of the "Moretti Empire Scandal" and the mysterious medical emergency leaked

Luca said quietly, his eyes searching her profile. "I don't need to ask," Julia said, not looking at him. "If I ask, you will lie. If you lie, I have to kill you to keep my daughters safe. Right now, you are more useful to me alive." Luca let out a short, dry breath that sounded almost like a laugh, though there was no humor in it. "You really are ruthless, aren't you?" "I had a good teacher. My husband spent years pretending to love me while building a life with another woman and a secret son," Julia said, finally turning to look him dead in the eyes. "I will never trust a Romano again, Luca. Not Anthony. And certainly not you."

Back in Sicily, Luca stared out over the vineyards as the call ended. He said nothing for a long while. Just stood, wind curling through his dark hair. Then, he turned to Giulia, who lingered nearby. “She knows,” he said. Giulia’s lips parted. “About Mateo?” “About everything.” Silence. Finally, he whispered, “She’s going to burn it all.” Giulia’s eyes shimmered. “And what will you do?” A pause. “I’ll help her light the match.”

Morning came and Luca slowly opened his eyes, he had tried his hardest to resist the urge to sleep but unfortunately he had underestimated how exhausted he truly was but now that he had rested, he felt a lot better. His eyes scanned around the room and as they landed on the vacant bed, Panic set in, he pushed himself off the chair and almost fell, as his eyes began frantically searching through the room till he saw Damian, Standing in front of one of the windows and looking down at city, He let out a sigh of relief.

In the end, I didn't move. Luca had picked up on my internal struggle and hesitation. Instead of getting mad, he pulled me into his arms. "Are you feeling ill?" I shook my head and replied, "I had a nightmare." As though something had suddenly popped into his mind, Luca's arms tightened around me, looking extremely anxious. "Believe me, Elena. To each other, Celia and I are nothing more than a parent and a personal tutor. Please don't misunderstand us." Parent and tutor? To him, was it appropriate for a tutor and her student's parent to get down and dirty in the wine cellar?

"Because I'd very much like to see you again, Aria. Without an audience. Without the pretense of arranged dates. Just two people who might actually enjoy each other's company." He was standing too close now, his chest nearly touching mine, his other hand coming up to rest on my waist. Both hands on me now, warm and firm and completely inappropriate for a first meeting. It was smooth, practiced—the move of a man who knew how to seduce women, who'd done this dance a hundred times before. And it was exactly the wrong thing to do. I saw the exact moment Luca's control shattered. One second he was across the room, a silent sentinel. The next, he was moving with lethal purpose, cutting through the

"Xandra, what… what did you say?" "I said, I don't know you," I replied clearly. "Don Salvatore, you must've mistaken me for someone else." "Impossible!" he shouted. "You're Xandra Caprese, my wife!" "Your wife?" I chuckled softly. "Isn't your wife the woman beside you, Ms. Cindy Newton? I recall your wedding being quite grand. I even sent you a 'gift'." Luca's face turned deathly pale. He finally understood. Everything had been my doing. I had started the fire because I no longer wanted him.

Luca stood at the door and stared at the guests, the men were busy trying to talk to his sisters while the old men chatted together. He stared at the families who had come together to ruin his, he clenched his fist angrily and didn’t walk into the hall. Instead, he turned to walk towards the pool behind the building and he could feel someone follow him. Luca turned to see a blonde lady who was dressed in a white exposing gown and he knew exactly who she was, she was Jessica Mondragon. The daughter of the man who destroyed his life fifteen years ago. “Who are you?” he asked with a frown, Jessica swallowed hard. She saw Luca by the door and thought he will walk in but instead, he left so she d

I didn't know exactly what I wanted. "Eyes up here." Luca hissed, walking closer to me, and making it difficult to look up at him without tilting my neck upwards. My lips parted slightly as I took in his form which was now bigger, from my position on the ground. "Good." he reached for my chin, and cupped it, carressing my lower lips with his thumb. I could see his gaze darken, and wondered just what was going on in his head. "I've been wanting to do this." Luca was saying. "...for the longest time, Elena." he stepped forward, his legs pressing lightly into my breasts.