Lucia Noceda Novels & Stories

Gael reminded. Lucia swallowed. “I didn’t know better. But I’m telling you the truth now, Alora really loves you and you have to stop hurting her. You need to break up with Camila and get her back before it’s too late.” “I’ve already broken up with Camila. Also, cut the act, I know you’re not nice enough to concern yourself about my relationship with Alora, what’s with you?” “I want to be Don Lorenzo’s woman.” Lucia admitted. “In fact, his mother already approves of me but Alora is in my way so you have to get her back. I know you’re the one she really wants.”

Is that ok? ‘Yes, that’s fine. But she will be helping out for the actual ceremony. The fake one won’t need much work since it will be a battleground,’ Jade replied, and I smiled at Lucia. “Well, she agreed,” I uttered. “Oh nice… I’m slowly getting closer to the Luna circle,” Lucia giggled. “It’s an honour to be close to the Luna, and I’m so happy you’ve given me this opportunity to be part of the planning for your day. Thank you, Luna.”

Sometimes she still woke expecting to hear his words again: If pride is memory, then remember. And she did. Every day. Lucia arrived late that morning, sunglasses perched in her hair, laptop under one arm. “Morning, sunshine,” she said, plopping onto a chair. “You look like a tragic painting.” Elena smiled faintly. “I was thinking.” “Dangerous habit.” “About Matteo.” Lucia’s tone softened. “Still?” Elena nodded. “Always.” Lucia set down her laptop, hesitated, then said, “You should know… I kept scanning the old frequencies. The ones tied to his codes.”

“The club misses you.” I blinked. “Club?” “Lucia owns a strip club in Palermo,” Azrael said casually. “Lucia, this is Celeste.” Lucia’s eyes swept over me once, slow and judgmental. Then she smiled—a polite, fake smile. “Your fiancée, yes?” I almost choked. “Excuse me?” Azrael looked mildly entertained. “Something like that.” Lucia’s brows rose. “Ah. Lucky girl.” She leaned in again and kissed his other cheek. “Don’t stay away so long next time.”

I recognized her instantly. Lucia Eduardo. Daughter of Mayor Manuel Eduardo. A golden child and a politician’s princess. “What is she doing here?” I asked sharply. Lady Marta smiled like she had rehearsed it in the mirror. “This is Lucia. The young lady Santoro will be marrying.” My jaw dropped. “Excuse me?! Marrying? Are you people mad in this house? Is this a prank? Hidden cameras? Where?” No one answered and instead, Lucia walked right up to my husband... my husband... and wrapped her arms around him like she was claiming a prize she won at an auction and she placed a hand over her stomach.

It was a memory painted in the hues of joy, innocence, and shared endeavor. . . . Lucia Accardi, a woman with a spirit as fiery as the southern sun, had not grown up amidst opulence. Her roots were grounded in a humble agricultural village, where the sun-soaked earth and the dance of nature were her companions. It was this connection to the land that she brought with her when she married Angelo Lorenzo Accardi, a man whose name carried weight in the underworld.

Rya's words rang in my head again and I heaved a sigh. I wondered if Lucita was really the person she said she is. Is Lucita dead? Are we dealing with an impostor? The answer isn't far-fetched. Whoever covered her tracks must be a pro but I know that she is definitely Lucita Gera. She had all the memories she shared with Jericho and of course, she torments him with it. I glanced at the laptop on the table. It still displayed the unfinished part of the edited video. Again I wondered why the video was edited.

"Yep, gotta go, Azura will be in Italy soon, and don't forget to smooch that husband of yours." "Pretty sure it's kisses." Nicole shook her head, something about her sister that she loved, she was fearless, capable of speaking her own feelings, damn, she loved that girl. "Kisses. Smooches, whatever, just make it happen, Bye!" The beeping sound was heard, and Nicole lowered her phone. Sham. The door chimed open, and a woman with bob hair walked in, she bowed. "Hello ma'am, I am Lucia, I will be taking care of your looks." She scanned Nicole's body, "Shall we start with the hair?"

She hid in the deepest corner of the former Luna’s mind. Nico begged his mother to eat her meals and take her medicines, but she was too heartbroken to listen to anyone. The only thing that could have changed her mind was if his father had ended his affair with Elaine. Every time Alpha Remus cheated on her, Nico’s mother grew sicker.

“Home. What’s left of it.” “Back to Sicily?” “To the ruins,” she said. “If I’m going to burn the past, I’ll start where it began.” Hours later, back at the Moretti estate, the sea roared below the cliffs. Lucía’s body was gone — buried with no name, no stone, no legacy. Amara stood on the balcony overlooking the water, wind whipping her hair. Luca watched her from the doorway, unsure if he was witnessing the end of something or the beginning of something worse.