Lucious Empire Real Name Novels & Stories

“Small stuff, big stuff — doesn’t matter. We should just barge in and break things.” “Dude chill,” I sigh, “remember the warehouse last night? Your heroic display scared off any chance of useful intel before Evelyn could get it.” “Technicality,” he says. “They were intimidated.” “Also true,” Evelyn chimes, mock-sweet. “Babe, now I have to work extra because of your intimidation tactics.” I salute Lou jokingly. “Congratulations. You’ve been promoted to Chaos Ambassador. Your first task: stop breaking things before intel shows up.”

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.

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.

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.

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?” ⸻

“A luxury? You’ve taken everything from me, Luca. You’ve taken my trust, my love… my very soul, and for what? So you can feel powerful? So you can watch the world burn?” His face hardened, and he stepped closer, his tone cold. “I am Luca Romano. I built this empire from nothing. I made sacrifices—sacrifices that you, with your naïve heart, could never understand. And if I have to do it all over again, I will.”

Lucy sat on the penthouse sofa, her body curled in on itself as though she could fold away from the world. Her phone slipped from her trembling fingers, bouncing onto the cushions, but the headlines still seared into her eyes. Her name was everywhere. Her face. Her body. Exposed in angles that made her stomach twist. Lucy DiMarco, Empire’s Wife, Naked & Ashamed. Did Austin Know About His Lover’s Past With Greg? Gold-Digger or Scandal Queen?

Lucien has already planned something and he is not going to step back. Lucien turned to the media with a small smile on his lips which the guests has seen for the first time today. "Thank you so much come for coming here on a short notice" Lucien said to the media. "I have called you here to tell how my father has built his empire from ground up" He looked at Alister for a second report on is attention back to the media. "Everyone knows how big the name of Vaughn is, but no one knows how much it has taken to bring us here. The foundation of the Vaughn Empire is built on blood, blackmail and murders"

A call jerked me up from my drowsy state. After rubbing my eyes, I slid my phone across the table and looked at the caller ID. It was Alpha Maseno. How weird? I smirked, swiped the answer button, and raised my hand to press the phone against my ear. “How lucky am I that the son of a demon personally gave me a call? Could it be that his father Lucifer is ascending and inviting people over to his majestic mansion?"