Lucrecia Élite Novels & Stories

All were respected and well known in their particular streams of business, banking and shipping. While the noble ladies were occupied in conquering the fashion and entertainment industries. With demon hunting being the hidden job. In the midst of all rich sharks stood Ecca Lancaster the youngest sole heiress who was supposed to inherit all the wealth. An illegitimate child born out of a mysterious maid who died during childbirth. It was the reason why Ecca was not favoured by anyone nor her useless father. However, her grandpa realised her potential and knew her secret. He pretended and kept it only to himself to protect her.

Entering the kitchen, I almost breathed a sigh of relief, thinking I'd managed to avert disaster. But...Then, I locked eyes with a pair as dark as the disaster I had hoped to evade, so vivid and dark that in those eyes, he must have stolen the night sky—Lucas Rodriguez, the eldest of the triplets. His fists were clenched, a dark mane of hair obscuring his face framed with features so beautiful that at first glance they would never let you even have a hint of the stone-cold heart he possessed, his jawline sharp as a blade glistening in the morning light, creating an eerie halo as he fixed me with a deathly glare—Surely my prayers didn't work.

Since then, Riccardo hasn’t met someone like her, and he doesn’t wish to; he just wants to live the rest of his life alone. Of course, he hasn’t been celibate all those years. But he never had anything serious with any lady, just a purely sexual relationship. Ever since Fortuna died, Riccardo has never had the thought to select another mate, which means the Supreme Ultima has been single for six years. But here is what no one knows, except Alessio, who has his suspicions. The first time Riccardo met Caralyn, the popular cursed princess, he immediately wanted her. It had nothing to do with her being royal; he didn’t even know whether she was a good person or not.

He took in the scene in a single sweep, the papers on the ground, the phones already raised, the tight controlled stillness of Elara's face that he recognized now as the expression she wore when she was holding something together through sheer will. He looked at Aiden. Aiden looked back at him, and the amusement drained out of his face so completely it was almost impressive. Lucian crouched and gathered the papers from the ground. He did it without rushing, without looking at anyone, the way you do something when the point isn't the action itself but the statement it makes. When he had them all, he straightened and held them out to Elara. She took them slowly, her eyes moving between the pap

"Madam... CEO? What the fuck... what the fuck are you saying? She... she can't be..." Silas and Beatrice froze, their eyes darting from Julian’s bowed head to Elara’s face. It was as if their brains had completely short-circuited. The ungrateful brat they had kicked out of the family, the daughter they had treated like a worthless dog, was the absolute, global owner of Maison d'Elara the most prestigious luxury fashion house in the world. Elara slowly smiled, a cold, mocking, and utterly majestic expression that radiated an untouchable sovereignty. She looked down at Lydia’s trembling form, her green eyes flashing like emerald fire.

she said as I sighed in relive. "Okay kids my mate and I will be heading to bed now so Good night."dad said intertwine his hand s with Jane's. "Good night."came both our replies as we headed upstairs. Luciana's pov "Such a scheming man whore."snow sneered at the back of my mind as caspien followed behind me to my room. "I thought wolves crave after their mates?."I asked snow."of course they do it's just that am no ordinary wolf and I don't want a mate that thinks am weak."snow. snort with disgust.

Elena looked at him. “You know her?” Lucian shook his head. “Not personally.” “But I know the stories.” Rowan crossed his arms. “Which are?” Lucian stared at the dark window beside him. “Seraphina Drake runs one of the largest sovereign investment funds in the world.” He paused. “Her company has quietly taken control of entire governments’ financial systems.” Elena frowned. “That sounds exaggerated.” Lucian shook his head. “I wish it was.” Rowan asked quietly, “And she’s never lost a power battle?”

“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.”

“Elena, listen to me. If they wanted him dead, they wouldn’t have taken him alive. He’s leverage now.” Elena turned sharply. “Leverage for what?” Lucia met her gaze. “For you. You’re the Romano heir. You hold the one thing they can’t forge — legitimacy. They’ll use him to force your silence.” The words hit like a slap. “Then they’ve already made their first mistake.” She strode back inside, grabbed the laptop, and opened the encrypted drive. The files glowed on the screen — evidence, names, bloodlines. She looked at Lucia. “You said you can reroute the failsafe?”

Not anymore. Luciana turned and saw me. She was in an all-white ensemble blazer, skirt, and heels. She looked like the embodiment of corporate perfection. Flawless, confident, and cold. And even though we weren't on good terms, I could admit—she was beautiful. No wonder Leandro was going to marry her. I suddenly felt small again. Just a girl with a dream, standing in front of a woman who already had everything I ever wanted—recognition, power, and the De Luca name.