Lucrecia Élite Novels & Stories

A man stepped out—graying, tall, expensive suit. He presented Ava with a leather envelope. "Executor of Luciana's final private trust." She broke it open. On the inside, one name. Elena. Designated heir to a private account that contained $140 million. And under it—Luciana's final note: You can take her from Rome… But her future still belongs to me.

If I wanted answers—real answers—I’d have to get close to Luca. Luca Del Vecchio. His name had been whispered in every corner of this city—the billionaire who threw extravagant charity galas by day and ran the city’s underworld by night. No one said it outright, of course. You didn’t accuse Luca of anything if you wanted to live to see the sunrise.

“Are libertines not more accepted now?” “If they’re men,” said Loretta, her tone sour. “It wasn’t like men weren’t sex-obsessed before becoming incubi. Now they just have an excuse to badger women for it. If women need it too, then all the more reason to look down on them. We can’t bear their children, so what use are we to them, but adornments or holes? It’s all I am to Mr. Pervis, I know that much. Holes . . . maybe a bloody scratching post.” She took another swig, her eyes growing moist. “But at least he keeps me around. And he don’t feed on no one else. And he don’t act embarrassed of me, neither. I should be grateful. It’s better than I deserve.”

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

She sounded rather like asking a question than replying to the statement "Why did you choose to leave out Antonia while going out this evening. I mean you should know that I am the leader of the elites' family and as you know, there are certain Mafia lord that will pay any sacrifice to stay at the top like we do" Elena was aware of this fact he was bringing to the table. "I understand babe, I didn't want another Lucifer scene occuring again" She pointed out settling down on the other side of the couch. "Lucifer? Who is that" He asked trying to point out where he had heard that name.

“This is a stupid game.” Elena smirked. “It’s only a game if you treat it like one.” He glanced at her over his shoulder. “And what’s in it for you?” Her smile deepened. “Simple. You take Carmela from Damion. And I take everything from him and his brother.” Lucas studied her carefully. “You want their money.” “I want control,” she corrected. “Damion and Adrian will be too busy ripping each other apart if he eventually wakes up from his coma. And once they’re both weak, I’ll take everything they’ve fought so hard for.”

"Elena, you’re making a scene. And you’re trespassing." ​"I don't care!" Elena turned her rage toward Julian. "Do you know what she is? She’s a gold digger! She’s been planning this for years! She used Lucius for a baby, and now she’s using you for a throne! Do you really think you’re the first billionaire she’s slept with to get ahead?" ​The spice in the air was thick enough to choke on. I walked around the table until I was standing right in front of her.

Santiago couldn't stop looking at the beautiful blue eyes of the woman in front of him, who at first glance looked like a woman of class, the only thing he still couldn't understand was what she was doing on the floor with her little daughter. Luciana was very sure that the man was the father of the girl, if she was identified with him, even the mole on the left side was there, that man was very tall, dark-skinned, had beautiful brown eyes, black hair and a beard. days made him look incredibly attractive, Luciana did not know what was happening with her, since since Diego's death she had never paid so much attention to a man.

People were already gathering—men and women in formalwear, masks covering their faces, champagne flutes in their hands, cruelty in their eyes. Elena moved like smoke through them, Lucien close by her side. Her gown—a sleek black silk creation with sharp lines and a plunging back—commanded attention. But it was the stillness in her that made her dangerous. The eyes that watched everything. The quiet strength that dared someone to test her. “I see familiar faces,” Lucien murmured under his breath. “Old money, old crimes. That man by the bar runs a cartel in Brazil. The woman in gold used to launder money through child hospitals. And the one near the stage... she sells intel to every side of ev

she said, “what is your name?” “Lucia,” Lucia said, trying to hide her smile. Alecia nods. “You are a very beautiful girl,” she says. And Lucia muttered a word of thanks, “Bruno is a very good man; please take care of him. He may seem tough on the outside, but within, he is just like any man,” she said.