Novedades Livia Novels & Stories

She wanted to believe Devandra, but the evidence in front of her was too real to ignore. “This… is a lot,” she said quietly, flipping through page after page—until her eyes froze on a name on the final page. Livia Luis. Her face tensed. “This… is my sister?” Adrian nodded slowly. “Livia’s been handling money laundering through one of the boutique businesses she manages. It’s part of the funding pipeline.” “No… this has to be a mistake.” Vania tried to laugh, but it came out flat. “She probably just… doesn’t know what’s going on.”

Aria's POV Livia looked like she was about to explode. She slammed her notebook shut and stormed out of the conference room. Jane, completely used to Livia's dramatic outbursts, simply rolled her eyes. "Don't let her get to you, Aria," Jane said. "Livia has been a senior designer with us for quite a while now. She joined the winter after you left. She isn't a bad person. Well, she's just blunt and defensive. Actually, she was also from the Academy of Fine Arts."

I didn't see Livia at the training ground. She wasn't here, not even Adrian who was in charge of her training. What's going on here? Where are they? Had they gone to be lazy? “Where are Adrian and Livia?” I asked the members of the team Livia belonged to. They stopped training and replied, “Alpha, it seems to be Livia's birthday. She's coming of age today, so Adrian should be taking Livia to the forest to celebrate her birthday.” Another member made a joke, “they went on a date!”

Livia’s POV I wake up on a strange bed in a strange room and I have one short moment of blissful ignorance before everything from last night comes crashing back. Sitting up abruptly, I look around the strange room that looks like effortlessly luxury and I realize it wasn’t a dream. The bed is large and the room is larger, light streams in from the windows which tells me I was out for hours and… my jaw drops when I spot the red blinking light from the security camera mounted on the wall. What the hell? Half-panicked, I look down at myself and realize I’m no longer in the white gown from the auction but a sheer blue nightwear and I squeak with outrage as I glare at the camera, wondering whethe

I couldn’t even count the number of times Livia had explained the situation to him and explained that they had known one another through social media. “Livia has explained this to you for fucks sake Mika. How long are you going to press the issue? The woman did an amazing job for her to just be an old friend of Livia. She was from the lower parts of Chicago.” I was simply stating the obvious. Such a good designer with so many credentials couldn’t have been an acquaintance of Livia unless she was a secret heiress and I didn’t know about it. “Trust me, I have a feeling those two know one another. They spend all their time together. Didn’t you hear Sonya complain and say that Vivienne stole Liv

Adrian remained asleep on the large bed. Livia walked closer quietly. Then stopped not far from the bed. She simply stood there, silently looking at him for several seconds. It still felt strange to her… that she now truly had a husband. And that man was Adrian De Luca. Someone she had previously only seen on television, in business magazines, or in economic news reports. Now they lived in the same room. The sound of Adrian’s phone alarm suddenly broke the silence. The man frowned slightly before slowly opening his eyes. And the first thing he saw was Livia.

“I didn’t realize we were hosting the undead tonight. Eliana, darling, you should’ve warned me.” “I thought surprises were your favorite,” I said, forcing a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. Levi didn’t speak right away, letting the tension stretch until it threatened to snap. When he finally did, his voice was low and cold, like a blade sliding into its sheath. “You seem disappointed, Livia. I would’ve hoped my in-law would be happier to see me alive, despite the vile rumors.” “Oh, I’m thrilled,” she said, tilting her head. “I always love when family comes back from the grave. It’s so... dramatic.”

Maybe just to see their faces. The two closest to the bars were women I recognized from my time as the Luna. They were always just close enough to talk shit where I could hear them. The day Lina showed up, they practically had a parade in her honor. They looked up now, and one of them squinted at me. "...Is that... no way. It smells like a rogue, but it looks like Bonnie!" "She's alive?" the other muttered, like it was an inconvenience. I reached for the keys—then paused. My stomach twisted. Why was I even considering letting them out?

He was planning to ask Michael about it when Livia spoke up, “Uh… I might be able to help.” Both men looked at her, and realization struck Javier. Right, they had the daughter of the richest man in the city there! Cody was flabbergasted as he stared at the goddess in bewilderment. “You… You can help our family? Miss, are you serious?” Livia was a little abashed but nodded seriously. “Your family’s in the renovation business, right? Let me make a call.” She pulled out her phone and called a number. “Uncle Zen, it’s me, Livia.”

Chapter 241: Livia Growing Up Elena’s POV Livia turned five the summer Sofia and Matteo decided to stay full-time in Positano. They sold the Milan apartment and moved into a house just down the hill from our villa, close enough that Livia could run up the path to see us whenever she wanted and far enough that she learned to knock before bursting in. The move felt right. Sofia said she was tired of city noise and wanted Livia to grow up with salt air in her lungs and space to run wild. Matteo agreed, quietly happy to be near the sea and near us. I cried when they told me, the happy kind of tears that come when life finally gives you more than you dared to hope for.