Luca X Giulia Novels & Stories

“Victor stole something from me years ago. Something that cost lives. Your mother was collateral damage. You were… unexpected.” I felt sick. “So this is revenge?” “No,” Julian said. “Revenge is simple. This is correction.” A knock sounded at the door. Julian straightened. “Ah. Speaking of consequences.” The door opened. Luca stepped inside. Alone. My heart slammed against my ribs. “What is he doing here?” I demanded. Julian smiled faintly. “Facing what he caused.” Luca wouldn’t look at me. “Talk,” Julian said. Luca swallowed hard. “I told him about the meeting. I didn’t know about the guards. I didn’t know about your mom.”

Sadness flashed in the eyes of Jane but she quickly masked it with a smile as she introduce Lucy to us. "Jacob, caspien, meet my daughter Luciana."she said."Hi Lucy, nice to finally meet you.your has said a lot about you."dad said taking Jane's hand in his and giving it a gentle squeeze. Rex tried to fight me for control to mark and mate his mate when he saw dad and Jane's interaction."hmm"Lucy said acknowledging Dad's greeting. The atmosphere became awkward with an uncomfortable silence but it was broken by Lucy."Can we eat?"she asked looking at her mom for approval.

Ever since I was brought back to the Colonna Famiglia, my adopted younger sister, Ilaria Colonna, has kept trying to push me into the arms of Luca Balzano, Don of the Balzano Famiglia. 99 times, to be exact. Every single time, she chokes out the same words to him. "The true Principessa of the Colonna Famiglia is the one you're supposed to marry. I'm nothing but an adopted daughter." She dumps every piece of jewelry Luca gives her into my room and keeps arranging opportunities for the two of us to be alone. She even drugs us both and locks us in a room together. Yet every single time, Luca pushes me away, choosing to spend the entire night soaking in ice-cold water rather than lay a finge

"What if she finds out you only chased her because you lost a card game on opening night at Spade? You had to go after the hardest woman in the room, that orphan research fellow with no family and no backing." The cold in my chest spread until I could barely feel my hands. "Didn't you say women like Eliana were the easiest to fool? Give her a little warmth and she'll grab it like a lifeline." "Enough." For the first time that night, Luca sounded truly angry. "That was ten years ago. No one mentions it again." "Why not?" Vivian snapped. "You really did fall for her later, didn't you? So what? If the beginning was a joke, that doesn't make everything after fake."

Luca strolled over and draped an arm around my shoulders, playing the part of the doting fiancé perfectly. It wasn't until he leaned in that I saw it—the smear of lipstick on his collar and the fresh hickey blooming on Fiona’s neck. I slumped back onto the barstool, my soul feeling like it had been hollowed out. I dug my nails into my palms so hard they bled, trying to keep the tears from spilling over. His friends started badgering him in Sicilian, fishing for the dirty details. Luca, perhaps feeling a flicker of guilt, glanced at me before sitting down and pulling me into his lap.

“Come on, Zara. We’re getting married in weeks. Stop playing games.” He yanked my shorts down with his other hand. They caught around one ankle. I felt cold air on my bare pussy. My wolf snarled inside me, furious. This felt wrong. Dirty in a bad way. Not like with Xavier. “Luca, I said no.” He didn’t listen. His fingers pushed between my legs, rubbing rough. “You’re wet. Stop pretending you don’t want this.” The door slammed open. Xavier stood in the doorway. Black button-down. Dark pants. His eyes locked on Luca’s hand between my legs. On my shorts tangled around my ankle. On my face.

“She said it herself. Last night, in the side wing, she pointed at his news and told everyone she had always liked him.” Luca stared ahead. He had thought it was only Bella trying to provoke him, but hearing it from someone else made it sound like a fact already spreading through their circle. Julian Romano. The man who had been competing with him since childhood. Luca gave a cold laugh and started the car again. “She doesn’t like Julian.” Mira said nothing. She bent to pick up the fallen roses, the softness in her eyes sinking into something darker. The car stopped outside a hotel owned by the Moretti family.

Jason soon returned with a priest. “Start the ceremony,” Lorenzo said. The priest hesitated, then began. Lucia felt a tight knot in her stomach because Lorenzo's hands were around her waist as she leaned on him like a child. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Lorenzo signed the document. Lucia leaned forward, wincing. Something caught her eyes, his full name. Lorenzo Salvatore. Her stomach dropped. “You’re a Salvatore?” “Yes I am.” “As in the mafia?”

“I should be asking you that.” He said nothing. Just stared at me. I took a shaky step forward, pointing at the photos scattered across the floor. “How do you have all these pictures of me? How long have you had them?” Lucian didn’t answer right away. He simply looked at me — and I couldn’t tell if he was angry, sad, or something else entirely. “Julia,” he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. “Aren’t you happy you finally learned I’m your Luke?”

Luca held eye contact with me and I wasn't going to be the one to break it so I stared right back. "Are all the men dead?" Alexa asked breaking the staring contest. "That tends to happen when people are blown up," I said matter-of-factly and Alexa sneered at me. "There were no survivors," Luca said in a bored tone as he picked up a few papers and started to go through them. I guess he was done with us. "This was fun, it really was but I'm going to my room now," I said standing up. I turned walking out of the room. "Do you even know where that is?" Alexa asked.