Luca Balsa Idv Novels & Stories

“That was your mistake. You have ten seconds to tell me who you are and what you want with Elena.” “Ten seconds? You’re not in a position to bargain,” the man said simply. “We have your sister’s lawyer. We have her business plans, her banking records, and her entire company portfolio. We only want two things: the remaining Aurelia Trust funds, and Elias Vance.” Ethan’s eyes flickered at the name. Luca didn’t move. “Elias Vance is a history lecturer at the University of Geneva,” Luca said smoothly. “He has no connection to the Trust.”

Davina's POV: The early morning silence of the unfamiliar space was a stark contrast to the pulsating bass and forced laughter of the Devil's Club, a silence I desperately clung to, a brief respite from the sensory assault of my new reality. My fingers flew across the worn keys of my laptop, driven by a desperate need for information, for any leverage against the man who now controlled my life and, by extension, the lives of my family. "Ezra De Luca" glowed starkly in the search bar.

Her eyebrow's meet. "Nah... You're right. I'm Mr. Lust's assistant slush driver— I'm Barnald." He agreed with what the girl said. Luca didn't know why he did say that, but he felt it was better like this. There's a part of him that doesn't want her to know who he is. Why? Lyca only knows one thing, it's better for her to think that he's just an assistant of Mr. Lust— better for her or better for him? He couldn't really tell.

“Then we won’t give them one.” She looked into his eyes, the calm strength in them grounding her. “I’m terrified, Dominic.” “I know.” He kissed her knuckles softly. “But you’re not alone.” --- The next day, Lucia broke new ground. “Got him,” she said triumphantly, her voice sharp with adrenaline as they gathered again in the bunker. She tapped a few keys, and a profile appeared on the screen: Alaric Voss. Age: 58. Nationality: Dual Swiss-Luxembourg. CEO of a global logistics conglomerate.

Jasper, silent but burning with focus, tossed the glowing ball to Luca, the youngest—and the most unpredictable. Luca’s golden eyes glittered as he caught the ball and twisted his body mid-air, moving with a fluidity that made even vampires pause. He didn’t play to win—he played to outthink, to outmaneuver, to unravel his opponents’ rhythm. A strategist. A shadow. A mystery. Carlos paused. His gaze fixed on Luca—not just as a father, but as a man forever haunted. Because it was Luca who reminded him the most of her. Of Alara.

I clicked on it, and my heart pounded as the article loaded. “A private beauty gala hosted by the De Luca Foundation for THE Simone Bales of SIM BEAUTY body butter launch took an unexpected turn last night when brothers Dante and Jace De Luca were involved in a heated exchange over a woman whose identity we are yet to know about. Witnesses report that the disagreement, which occurred in a private area of the venue, was quickly diffused by security. The event continued without further incident. Neither brother has commented on the matter.” I read under my breath as fast as I could, desperate to see if my name was there. It wasn't. It wasn't!!

- LUCA The front door hadn't even stopped vibrating from the force of me slamming it in Ivy's face before I felt my mother's shadow fall over me. I stood there, staring at the dark wood, my chest heaving. The adrenaline from the festival, the anger at Ivy's poison, and the hollow ache of the last few days were all colliding in my gut. "She's a viper, Luca. But she's a viper you let into the garden," Helena said. Her voice wasn't scolding; it was tired.

"In case you are wondering who am I, let me introduce my humble self to you. I am Rico Balthazar, and people called me Don of Lucia. Have you heard it?" Hearing the name of his captivator, Luna's brows creased and a smirk formed from the corner of her lips. She doesn't know what is going on inside her. She was supposedly afraid by now, judging that the Balthazar is holding a gun in his hands full of gold rings. "Oh, I haven't heard about you. I am nothing but a newcomer to the City of San Jose. But I met your coward, asshole, and dickhead son." Luna said, gritting her teeth as she looked directly into his eyes, full of disgust.

Luca stood up, hands buried deep in his pockets, and approached the window, gazing out as his mind raced with a myriad of thoughts. Yet, amidst the jumble of his musings, one question loomed largest: why did Elena meet with Carlos? Luca had orchestrated Carlos's release from police custody for a reason; he knew Carlos was responsible for assaulting Elena. Carlos had confessed to Luca, and his decision to set him free was driven by a desire to uncover the truth about their relationship. Now, their unexpected encounter carried a singular implication. Luca pressed his lips together, grappling with the reality he was reluctant to accept.