Novel & Cerita Lucrecia Élite

Her jet-black hair curled in a sultry S-wave across one side, covering the seam of the mask. She wasn’t real. She was a myth Kali crafted with such precision, she left behind digital footprints and fabricated whispers that made Lucía feel like a living ghost. A storm in heels. Spanish-accented English that turned simple words into commands. Fluent code-switching between tongues. Sharp curses and sharper innuendos. Her voice could gut you or seduce you—sometimes both. Lucía didn’t ask for power. She took it. She dominated in every room—and in every bed, according to the file. Loved sex, loved control. No shame, no apologies. She dressed like a weapon: bare skin and leather, mystery in every c

"Look at this." On the screen was a social media post from Elara Rivers. The image showed Lucian Thorne from behind, wearing only a sleeping robe, with the caption: "Mine! No snatching!" "Who exactly are you warning?" Selena muttered, then typed a response. To her surprise, Elara replied immediately: "Madeline Bell!" This sparked something fierce in Selena. She typed back rapidly, her claws tapping against the device. The conversation quickly escalated. Elara proudly declared she would challenge Madeline Bell to a dominance display if she tried to steal Lucian, even boasting about having already attacked her.

"You know why I'm here, Michael. Have you been able to convince her to give you the entirety of her trust fund?" She was referring to Lyla's trust fund. We had a lot of plans with that amount of money. Lyla kept on saying that the money would be kept for our future children, but there was nothing like future children. I knew she was barren. Or more specifically, I knew that Kendra had made her barren by the little drugs she slipped into her food for the past six years. It would be hard for Lyla to conceive which means that I have to get the entire money from her.

My uncle beside her in a slightly too-small black jacket, his bulging stomach clearly visible. And among them... Elena. She was wearing a long gold dress. Her hair flowed beautifully, softly waved over her shoulders. Her face was perfect with heavy makeup, red lips, sharp eyes with long false eyelashes. She smiled sweetly at everyone who passed, like a princess welcoming guests. But that smile changed the moment her eyes caught mine. "Lucia?" Elena approached. Her eyes moved left and right, searching for someone. "You're alone? Where's Alexandro? Isn't he coming?"

"But this is a start. Change your locks. You don't know who can walk in and out of your house." Luca had four guards on his door and top-of-the-line alarms on every private property he owned. They both knew what Eli meant. "Again, my apologies," Luca said, his voice settling into the defeated register of a man who understood he had no remaining cards. "For the trouble my mother caused you and your..." He paused, searching for the word. Eli looked at the ring box on the corner of his desk. The Liberator Diamond. Waiting. "Fiancée," he said. "She's my fiancée."

“Sisters tell each other the things no one else believes.” I think of Leah’s dreams. Of knowing Livia before Rome. Of information bleeding sideways through time and intimacy. “Did Lucia work with Aurelia?” I ask, the name tasting bitter. The woman’s eyes sharpen instantly. “You know that word,” she says. “Yes.” Her gaze holds mine. “Then you know enough to be dangerous.” “I know enough to be lied to,” I say. She considers that. Then nods. “Lucia was not officially employed by anyone,” she says. “She was a student. Brilliant. Curious. Curious enough to be useful.”

“It’s not broken. Just sprained. I’ll give the staff a wrap and pain meds. You should be fine in a few days.” Lucia looked at her closely. There was something beneath the surface of her words; ice, resentment. “How long have you worked for Lorenzo?” she asked, trying to lighten the mood. Serena didn’t look up. “Years. I’ve been his private physician. Among other things.” Lucia raised an eyebrow. “Other things?” Serena finally looked up, a smirk on her lips. “You know, you’re not his type.” Lucia bites her lips. “I’m just being honest. Lorenzo doesn’t usually go for wide-eyed, small-town girls. He likes bold. Sophisticated. Dangerous women. Women who know how to handle men like him.” Her gaze

“It’s a goddamn execution chamber. One injects. One pulls. It’s a twisted version of trust.” Adira’s hands trembled. “She wants to see who blinks first.” The screen blinked. The woman was still smiling. “Tick-tock.” 10:43. Leo shook his head. “This is madness.” “No,” Alina whispered. “This is family.” Leo turned sharply. “What?” She met his gaze. “She’s not just some psychopath. She’s someone we knew, someone from the old blood.” Adira exhaled sharply. “Her name is Lucrezia.”

I open my makeup bag, grab my concealer, and start the routine that usually feels automatic—but today, it feels almost sacred. My thoughts wander. To Luciana Bernardi—the woman Aaric told me about, who sounds more like a queen than a mother. Beautiful, strict, demanding, and incredibly selective about who’s allowed into her family’s orbit. And his father—Giancarlo Bernardi. Known more for building international businesses than for being a warm, fuzzy dad. And in the middle of all that… me. Maya de Cruz. A design student from a messy background and a past I usually try to avoid thinking about.

She said, grabbing a light jacket and swept out the door. I walked behind her, trying not to pay too close attention to the sway of her hips and the flare of that dangerously short dress. I felt my body tighten and I nearly groaned out loud. Who knew that Lila Moreno had been hiding legs that could bring a man to his knees? And that image brought to mind a host of interesting possibilities. I pulled my keys out of my pocket and pressed a remote unlock button, making the headlights of a low slung black Ferrari flash. “I expected it to be red,” she mused.