Lucrecia Élite Novels & Stories

er face definitely made the cut for a female lead on the big screens.Jael always felt that Lucia was born to be in the entertainment circle. she was very talented in acting, add that to her looks and you could see that she'll be more famous than most of those A-list celebrities. What she needed was simply an opportunity to showcase herself. " Is he a good person? Would he be able to help you in your career?" Lucia looked ahead in thought. " He asked Pablo to give him permission to date me." " Woah... fiesty. " Jael laughed. " So what did you tell him? Did Pablo agree to it? " she winked at Lucia. " go away" she pushed Jael in a playful manner. " You think he'll fall for looks like you? " He

Eliana's POV My name was Eliana Torre, and I was the Consigliere for Caputo Industries, the company under the Caputo Famiglia. Deyork was a city controlled by the mafia, and everyone here always referred to me as the "Ice Lady" because I looked naturally cold and aloof. Yet, I was also referred to as many Mademen's first love. I had clawed my way up the ranks with my own abilities and professional skills, and I was literally just one step away from reaching Don Lorenzo Caputo's heights.

“Now, I have something important to tell you, Miss Harrington...” “I’m not…That’s not my name.” He smiled kindly. “What I’m about to tell you will be difficult to believe. You are not Lucia Hale. Your real name is Elara, and you are the sole heir to the Harrington family fortune.” Lucia stared at him for several seconds, then let out a bitter laugh. “What the fuck? What kind of a joke is this?” “It’s not.” Langford’s face was as serious as stone. Lucia dropped the glass of water angrily. ”You have no idea what I’ve been through. And you still have the guts to come here and toy with me, telling me that I’m some secret heiress to one of the wealthiest names in the city?”

ALEJANDRO I could see through her like a thin piece of clothing. I knew what she was trying to do. She was trying to push my buttons, she was trying to push me to the edge so I could snap and call everything off. I knew her plans. I knew Lucia like the back of my palm. I knew what she was capable of. And that wasn’t going to happen. She was getting married to Carlos whether she liked it or not. Her father sold her to me and now she was mine. I could do fit, whatever I wanted with her and that was for her to marry my son and bear an heir for the Delgado clan.

"Everything. If Roberta Alfred is Elena Crane, she collected two hundred million dollars in insurance money fraudulently. She built an entire false identity. She has been sitting at the centre of the most powerful elite circles in this city on a foundation of complete lies." A beat. "And the moment we can prove it, she loses everything. The company. The exhibition. The reputation she has spent months carefully rebuilding. Every connection, every relationship, every door that has opened for her since she walked back into this city." There was a brief pause. Quieter. "Anthony." The last word landed differently from all the others. Victoria did not look away when she said it. Her gaze stayed le

“I’m just asking.” Elena glanced between us, confused. Lucia tilted her head and continued staring. “Pretty one too,” she added. “You have good taste, prima.” “Lucia,” I said quietly. That kind of tone stopped people. Not Lucia. She only smirked. “What?” she said. “You think I can't tell?” She gestured casually toward Elena. “She looks like the type you’d bring home.” Elena looked uncomfortable now. Lucia grinned even wider. “Don’t worry, darling” she added casually. “Valeria has always liked beautiful women.”

Tears stung as they gathered in her eyes “I did something really horrible.” Julia frowned, swinging her legs over the bed. “What do you mean, horrible? What did you do?” Elena hesitated, her throat tight, the words pressing but refusing to come. “I didn’t tell the whole truth.” Julia’s expression hardened, her protective edge flashing through the haze of sleep. “The whole truth?” Elena dropped her gaze, unable to answer. Julia’s voice sharpened. “You want to vanish into the dark with an infant in your arms? You have to be able to say more than ‘I did something horrible’.”

The lights from outside found their way into the windows, giving the living room a glow…it looked so much like a pretty cage. Lucia found her footing here faster than I expected. But she was still just finding her footing though…her world was normalcy and emotions, small gestures maybe even laughter. Mine was edges,control and survival dressed in pretty parties and ruthless deals. But that didn't stop her from getting under my skin. When I saw her behavior during the gala something within me. She was every bit the billionaire wife on the contract in person. And for the first time in a long what..I felt pride but that pride scared me.

"And claimed I walked away from Aaric once before. That I’m unstable. That I used my miscarriage to gain sympathy in the press while my child was alive." Elena looked up, fury dancing in her dark eyes. "That woman is poisonous. We need someone ruthless. Someone who’s taken down monsters like her before." Isla nodded. "We’ll fight. And we’ll win. I’m not losing my son this time." *** That night, Lucian sat alone in his office, a single tumbler of whiskey untouched on his desk. The document sat beside it, highlighted and annotated. He stared past it, past the sleek architecture of the Blackwell estate, into memories he had buried deep.

LUCA I tried my best to ignore the woman next to me, but my tactics only worked for two minutes. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t concentrate without something about her filtering into my thoughts. She was easily the sexiest woman I had ever met. She wasn’t the typical model beauty standard. Far from it. Elena Ricci… well, Elena De Santis now… was every inch a woman. Her hair was thick and wavy, the deep, rich chestnut brown highlighted perfectly against her skin. From the first day I had set eyes on her, all I had wanted to do was wrap my fingers around that hair and pull. Fuck…