Luca X Giulia นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Luca Conti, Juliana’s father and my future business partner, cleared his throat, stepping forward to salvage his family’s image. “Maybe we can talk about this later,” Luca suggested smoothly, though his eyes held warning. “Let’s not ruin the night of my daughter, Juliana’s engagement with Giovanni for this personal matter.” He was right. I needed to regain control. I needed to wait until I could deal with Tristan privately, violently.

he greeted with a charming smile directed at Luciana, Lucia, and Luca. The girls reacted in their own distinct ways. Luciana, the eldest, let out a giggle. Lucia, the second, offered a polite nod, while Luca, the youngest, observed Clinton with quiet curiosity. Meanwhile, Lucas didn’t join in. He remained silent, his eyes locked on Rhea and Clinton, his expression unreadable. His lips were pressed into a tight line, and his jaw was visibly clenched. Rhea met his gaze for a fleeting second before quickly looking away. She recognized that look—possessive, stormy, unreadable—but she refused to entertain it. Without warning, Luciana released her grip on Ruffa’s arm. Her eyes sparkled with excite

He would do anything to save his own life. Luca watched the scene with cold detachment. "My woman... is Serena and only Serena." Ginevra froze for a moment, then burst into laughter. "But don't forget, you're the one who had the doctor remove Serena's uterus. She'll only ever have Mattia as her child for the rest of her life. And he'll only ever be connected to Adriano. You don't have a chance anymore, Luca Romano..." By now, what did Ginevra not understand? Luca was the typical man who did not cherish what he had, only to regret it after losing it. She ended up as collateral damage.

“What if Luca rejects me? What if he doesn’t want to be a father? Maybe he’s supposed to marry some mafia princess, and he won’t want anyone to find out about me. What if he locks me up and takes away my child? What if—?” “Aurora, breathe.” Julia places her hands on my shoulders. “Everything’s going to be okay. Luca cares about you. He wouldn’t have waited for you to show up, and you wouldn’t have fallen for him if he wasn’t a good guy.” “But I didn’t know he was a mafia boss!”

Jaxon smiled and said. However, Julia ignored Jaxon and only stared at Lucas. "Do you think I'm not up to your standards?!" Julia gritted her teeth. The Genetic Fighters present at the scene looked at Lucas. They were all looking forward to seeing how Lucas would reply. They all guessed that Lucas would reply by saying Julia was indeed a match for him. After all, she was the second young lady of the Jin family. "Not at all," Lucas said slowly while looking at Julia. 'What?!!'

Giulia held the crowbar in both hands. They were shaking. Her face was bloodless. Luca's eyes went wide. He was scrambling backward. "Giulia, I'm your husband. You can't do this. I'll never lay a hand on you again, I swear. I'll treat you like a queen — please." The fear in Giulia's eyes turned over. Underneath it was years of hate. Her eyes went red.

Luca missed it by seconds and spent an entire afternoon pretending he didn’t care—until Aria showed him the video, and he watched it six times in silence before clearing his throat and saying, “He looks like you.” They hosted a quiet dinner. No allies. No negotiations. Just family and people who had stayed. Marco brought wine. Lucia brought noise. The villa warmed. Later, when the house slept, Luca stood alone in the courtyard, phone in hand. He typed. If we talk, it’s on my terms. The reply came quickly. Of course. A location followed. Neutral. Public. Clean. Luca exhaled slowly. ⸻ Aria found him there minutes later, Leon asleep against her chest.

My fingers clutching the back of his neck as I angled my head to the side, sliding my tongue into his delicious mouth. He groaned, wrapping his arms around my back as he pulled me deeper, nibbling on my bottom lip. We had completely forgotten about the people behind us, lost in the ecstasy of exploring each other's mouths. "Okay! Split it up, Romeo and Juliet," Luca's voice boomed across the clearing. We instantly stepped apart. Luca's tall frame stepped forward, he was holding a sleek black pistol in one hand, an amused smirk on his lips. He tilted his head mockingly, "Are you here to shoot or swap saliva, Gio?"

“I suppose… I can handle some fun.” Enzo hovered closer, smoothing the blanket over Lucas’ leg, eyes sharp, alert to every minor shift, every movement. Lucas’ face warmed again, the protective energy around him almost overwhelming, but comforting. By the evening, the golden Sicilian sunset cast long shadows across the mansion grounds. Jamie leaned back on the sofa, pen in hand, grinning as he finalized the day’s bucket list. Lucas, still pale and cautious, smiled faintly, beginning to feel the excitement of Italy—and the strange, protective bubble created by Enzo.

"You're safe now. That's all that matters today. We'll worry about tomorrow when it comes." "Does it get better? Like you said in the book?" Luca thought about his life—the marriage, the houses, the purpose, the joy mixed with the occasional pain. "Yeah," he said. "It really does get better. Slowly, messily, imperfectly. But it gets better." Giulia nodded, tears streaming down her face. "Okay. I'll try to believe that."