Novel & Cerita Manhwa Lucia Bahasa Indonesia

“This is my house, and she’s my wife. So unless you’re trying to start a war you can’t finish, I suggest you think again.” Lucia spoke again before I could reply, her voice shaking despite her effort to stay composed. “So this is it, then? You parade her around, praise her, and erase me?” Christian sighed like she was exhausting him. “You’re being dramatic.” “Am I?” Lucia asked. “Because it feels pretty clear.” Juliana cleared her throat gently. “I only want what’s best for everyone.” Lucia laughed again. “You don’t even want what’s best for yourself.”

Lucia pointed at her knee. "Too short." "You're old-fashioned. All the girls there wear short skirts," said Lucia. "No, they're the ones breaking the rules." "I don't want to hear it," said Lucia, covering her ears with both hands. Marco, who was driving in front, smiled slightly but didn't dare laugh. The car drove away from the apartment, and Lucia left for college, in her blue skirt, white shirt, wavy hair, and makeup that made her look like her true self, a young girl who deserved to be happy.

She kept glancing toward it. Waiting. Hoping. Nothing. The screen remained dark. Lucia sighed and opened her sketchbook. She tried drawing. Tried distracting herself. It didn’t work. Her thoughts kept returning to Bianca. To Matteo. To the Bratva. And most importantly— to the day of Bianca’s disappearance. Everyone always described it differently. Some said Bianca ran. Others claimed she vanished willingly. A few believed she betrayed her family. But Lucia had never fully believed any of those explanations.