Novel & Cerita Lucious Empire Real Name

"Shut up—they’re coming." The door slams open, and the air is punched from my lungs. Professor Lucien strides in, arms raised… and beside him stands his not-so-wife. His eyes lock on mine, and my heart lurches into a wild rhythm. "Let them go," he demands. Two more men file in behind her—the bald thug from earlier and another stranger. "I will," she sneers, "after you make the transfer." Lucien shakes his head. "You’re asking for what I can’t give. If it was money you wanted, you should’ve kidnapped my brother. He’s the one controlling the company funds.

I pulled my sunglasses down so they sat on my nose, which I told myself was practical and had nothing to do with wanting to see him properly. “What’s your name?” There was a pause. Small. The kind you wouldn’t notice if you weren’t paying attention. I was paying attention. “Luca.” He held my gaze without any apparent effort. “Luca Ross, Miss Santini.” So he knew who I was. That wasn’t surprising, anyone Giuseppe hired would know the family. Still, hearing my name in his mouth did something strange and I filed that away to be embarrassed about later. “Giulia.” I stood up from the bench, crossed the path, and held out my hand because it felt like the thing to do and also because my legs had ap

“Quiet money, slow moves.” Elara asked, “Will he look for the child?” “Adrian hunts control,” Sophia said. “If we keep the child quiet, he can’t use them.” Once a woman at the market stared and whispered after she recognized Elara from an old photo. Elara smiled and kept walking. The world was a thin thread; a wrong tug could undo everything. Letters from Adrian never came. Rumors did—statements from the board, headlines that burned and cooled. Victor Hale filled rooms with polite faces and sharp questions. Elara learned to let the news wash over her like tide: heavy, then gone.

"As you all know, I, King Lucius Valtor, have been searching for my eternal bride ever since my father brutally killed my bride on the night of our wedding." Lucius. I thought. His name was Lucius Valtor. Why did it sound so familiar? Silence engulfed the place as everyone listened with rapt attention. "Ever since the death of my bride, three hundred years ago, I have eagerly waited for the return of my wife and soulmate." Questioning looks were thrown around at his words, while I sat, contemplating where I'd heard the name Lucius Valtor. "When my late father and tyrant killed my wife years ago, there was something he did not know." His face turned dark as he continued, "I predicted he was n

I hope to enjoy my well-needed vacation and spend the rest of my life with my mate. ***** Lucas I have been keeping an eye on things recently, I realize that the Supremes are looking for me. I fucked up and impersonate Michael years ago. I thought Alpha Marcus had moved on and forgotten about that stupid blood bond, I was a kid and didn't care about anyone, I was in so much debt and my father cut me off. Now I have access to all the money I need and for the past few years since the war, I am free from my responsibility and my father's shame. I never expected Queen Emerie to get hurt because of something I did years ago. I am quite happy in this kingdom and my job makes me want to be better.

I took his business card out of my wallet and slid it across the table. Harper picked it up and looked at it. “Even his name is hot,” she said before reading it aloud. “Sebastian Cross. Cross Global Holdings. 212-639-8999.” “I told him he couldn’t always get everything he wanted, and he said he always does. Then he licked my neck,” I blurted out. “He licked your neck?” Lucas screamed. “Oh Lord have mercy.” He grabbed the menu and started fanning his face. “Please tell me you’re going out with him tonight.”

He whispered in his deep voice and walked back to his work desk. Lucian was the only son of Remmy Volkov. A tech legend who had built a powerful company that was focused on technology and drugs which they were in charge of supplying to the entire Laxon city. Remmy was about to retire and hand over the company to Lucian on the condition that he found a wife before his thirtieth birthday. Lucian was reluctant until he set his eyes on Amara. A mysterious beauty that he wanted to marry... He was a wealthy man who had his own company that dealt in mining and manufacturing of cars. But he wanted to stay close to his father's company because of his mother's wish.

"Would you finally be willing to tell me your name, beautiful?" Rebecca had not yet answered when Celeste moved. She stepped in front of Rebecca, placing herself between the young woman and the two bodyguards flanking Lucius. Her expression turned sharp and guarded. "Who are you?" The instant she moved, the bodyguard named Hugh reacted as well. He stepped in front of Lucius without waiting for an order. "Sir. Be careful." Lucius ignored him. His gaze settled on Celeste, and his eyes lit up once more. "Hello, beautiful. I'm Lucius. Lucius, as in light and innovation, illuminating young minds."

No one smiled. At the head of the table… Sat an old man. White hair. Sharp grey eyes. Perfect posture. Even at seventy-eight… His presence commanded absolute respect. Don Vittorio De Luca. Founder of the De Luca Empire. Grandfather of Alessio. The man who built an empire with blood… And protected it with fear. ⸻ He slowly placed a cigar onto the crystal ashtray. His voice remained calm. Too calm. “Who searched the bride?” ⸻