Lucrecia Élite Novels & Stories

This was my chance to break free, and I'd be damned if I let it slip away. Lucifer leaned forward, his piercing eyes boring into mine. "And what exactly do you want to do, Luella? What grand adventure are you so eager to embark upon?" I faltered, the fire in my gut sputtering. Fuck. I hadn't thought that far ahead. "I don't know," I admitted, hating how small my voice sounded. "Not really. Just... something. Anything that isn't this." My father's lips twitched, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners. "Anything? My dear, you're the Princess of Hell. The world – all worlds – are at your fingertips. And yet you stand before me, petulant as a child, with no real plan?"

Trust without validation was not how elite systems functioned. “And Beatrice,” Nathaniel said. Lucas chose his words carefully. “Beatrice Whitmore noticed her quickly.” “Yes,” Nathaniel said. “But did not claim her.” “Not overtly.” Nathaniel’s mouth tightened. “Which means she is waiting.” Lucas nodded. “That would be consistent.” Nathaniel picked up a pen and tapped it once against the desk. “Elena.” “Elena feels displaced,” Lucas said. “Her response will escalate.”

The rainy afternoon offered the perfect shroud for deception. Private Suite 402 had become a fortress of Julian’s grief, but even fortresses have cracks when the security detail answers to a higher authority: a broken heart's fiercely protective best friend. His name was Luca. For years, Luca had harbored a deep, silent devotion to Elian, a love born in quiet moments, long before the shadow of the Moretti empire had swallowed Elian whole. Luca had watched from a distance as Elian fell into Julian’s orbit, and he had watched with growing horror as Elian disappeared into that cold, predatory manor. The moment the news of the "Moretti Empire Scandal" and the mysterious medical emergency leaked

"How do you possess knowledge of the alley?" "I have access to his security feeds. Elara has someone inside his team. A woman named Marcus." "Marcus is a man." "No. Marcus is a woman. She's functioned as Elara's eyes inside Croft Industries for ten years." I gape at her. The room lurches. I put a hand on the wall to steady myself. Marcus. The silent, unreadable, utterly devoted Marcus. Serving Elara this entire span. Observing Julian. Reporting back. And I never doubted. Julian never doubted.

Sitting behind the desk, draped in a custom white doctor’s coat over a stunning, bone-white silk blouse, was Elara. She was not the timid, broken woman he had thrown out into the rain three years ago. She was radiant, her skin glowing, her dark hair cascading perfectly over her shoulders. Around her neck hung a blue diamond so massive it defied comprehension. But it was her eyes that shattered Julian’s reality entirely. They were entirely devoid of the love and desperate seeking he remembered. They were lakes of freezing, untouchable ice, looking at him as if he were nothing more than a pathetic insect that had crawled onto her immaculate floor.

“Elara isn’t a gold-digger, Victoria. She’s quiet. She seems genuinely focused on Leo, and she just wants to get her money and leave.” “Do you truly believe that?” Victoria challenged, her voice dropping to a low, seductive register. “You spoke to her yesterday, didn’t you? You saw the vulnerability. The desire to break free, to have a ‘real life.’ That is a weapon, Lucas. She has seen the wealth, she has tasted the access, and now she wants it permanently. She’ll use that small, sick child as leverage, and she’ll destroy Alessandro’s trust completely when the contract ends.”

You must take it; you don't have to desire it, Antonio remarked. "Allow me to clarify, Antonio. Antonio's son Luca said with a deadly calm voice, "I do not want some whore you purchased. That word stung, now. It brought up spooky recollections for me. I slumped, relying on my two guys to support me while I fought back a panic attack. I inhaled gradually. The timing wasn't right now, Lucy. You're free, right? You're done. Breathe, breathe, breathe. Although I see how pitiful she is, our mafia owns her. She's worth billions," I found it perplexing. "Explain," Antonio commanded.

Elena said quietly, straining as she tightened her grip, “I’ve been savoring this moment for a very long time.” With a final roar, she twisted and broke Lucia's neck, then let the limp and lifeless body fall heavily to the floor. She watched with satisfaction as the enhanced flesh began to collapse in on itself…as the monstrous form slowly shrunk into something broken and small. Lucia was dead. Elena stood over her for a moment, chest heaving, blood dripping from her hands…then she turned away towards the others as they continued to decimate the rapidly reducing hordes of VORTEX soldiers.

They left Saint Laurent with eight bags and enough debt to destabilize a small country. Elena was humming. Humming. Like someone hadn’t just sworn to make her disappear five minutes ago. Jace couldn’t take it anymore. “Elena. Baby. Sweet deadly wife of Roman Thorne. Are you really not bothered?” Elena kicked open the door to another luxury boutique like she was storming a castle. “Nope.” “You should be!” “Jace,” Elena said, flipping through dresses that cost more than college tuition, “Lysandra isn’t scary.”

Viola halted the doctor. My heart skipped a beat as my face shifted to the doctor. “What’s wrong with my sister? She doesn’t look good,” Viola questioned, turning to the doctor. Tancredi’s eyes flicked from Viola to me, and I gave her a quiet disapproval. “The Luna is…Elena is fine. She’s strong and doing well. I just stopped by for her regular check up,” Doctor tanctedi answered. I let out a sigh of relief before Viola turned back to me. She inched closer and stroke the strand of hair on my forehead.