Luca Idv Novels & Stories

Cherry defended herself. Luca smiled. "It's alright... I'm a retired soldier in the Philippine army. I don't have much to offer, but I'm the owner of ZEF hardware and technologies corp. I'm also planning to build a clothing line, though I don't have much knowledge about it; I just plan to name it after Vanna," Luca said. I choked on what he said. He immediately handed me a glass of water. "Are you alright?" Luca asked and gently touched my back.

Now he knows that Emily, his mom, and their son would have wanted him to pick himself up and be happy again. The next morning, Luca took a shower and got dressed, he didn’t have anything else planned out aside from putting an end to his two-plus years-long fight with Claudia, it felt insulting to even call it a fight. he got a text from his assistant telling him that there were some things that he needed to sign; He drove to his office and spent the whole morning, reading and signing proposals. By the time his phone rang, it was almost three pm in the afternoon, he picked up his phone, and it was Nicho calling.

Worse than anything either of them was ready for. Luca closed his eyes. “I wasn’t just someone they wanted to recruit,” he whispered. Aiden didn’t move. Luca opened his eyes, tears stinging. “I was engineered.” Aiden froze. “What?” “They didn’t ki dnap me to break me,” Luca whispered. “They created me.” Aiden stepped back like he’d been hit. Luca choked on the air. “And the number on that tag… L-08… It means I’m not the only one.”

My mother’s face flashed in my mind—her frail frame lying in that hospital bed, her voice breaking as she told me to let her go. “Listen,” Luca said, his voice softer now, almost bored. “I’m not here to convince you. If you’re not interested, I don’t care. There are plenty of other options.” He reached into his pocket, pulling out a sleek black card similar to Marcello’s but with his name embossed in silver letters. He placed it on the ledge beside me and stepped back. “Think about it,” he said, his smirk returning. “Or don’t. It’s all the same to me.”

Luca and I need this. To be continued

And vacuums were made to be filled. Luca was the wildcard. The assistant who was never just an assistant. Aiden had run the background checks years ago: Luca Rossi, born in Milan, educated at Wharton on a scholarship, recruited into Vale circles five years earlier. Officially, he handled Isadora’s logistics—schedules, travel, discreet inquiries. Unofficially, he was her constant companion. Rumors of romance swirled, but Aiden dismissed them as irrelevant. What mattered was the loyalty: Luca looked at Isadora the way a knight looks at his queen. Protective. Devoted. But devotion could be manipulated. Devotion had blind spots.

“Not all of them. But as long as you keep your identity a secret, you have nothing to worry about” Seeing that I still wasn't convinced, she spoke further. “Right now, Lukas and s under a lot of pressure from the elders. They want him to take a new Luna” The words hit me like a blow to the chest. I swallowed hard Everyone thought I was dead, of course the pack would need a new Luna. “Do you think he will go through with it?” Kate shrugged casually. “Who knows? I'm done trying to figure out what Lukas would do. He's do unpredictable and always disappoint just when I think he's going to make the right choice”

"How... ambitious of you, Luna. I just hope you can handle the spotlight. It can be quite unforgiving to those who aren't used to it." "I think she'll manage just fine," Luca said, his voice dropping into a warning growl. He stood up, walking over to stand directly behind me, his hand resting possessively on my waist. "Vivian, take her to the private fitting room. We’re done with the small talk." As Vivian led me away, I glanced back. Luca was still staring at Ivy, but there was no warmth in his eyes—only the cold, hard stare of a man looking at a strategic error he’d finally corrected.

You are staring at me, he said. You are worth staring at, she said, without embarrassment, and watched the faint color that moved up his neck at that, the involuntary response of a man who had been doing a great deal of feeling things and very little receiving them for three years. He set down the document. I want to ask you something, he said. Luca has an evaluation at the end of the month, he said. Dr. Marini's formal assessment. The results will likely recommend a school placement for the following term. An actual school, with other children, regular hours, a normal developmental environment.

A small, thin figure lay beneath a white sheet. As they passed by, the stretcher swayed, and the sheet slipped, revealing a charred wrist. Around that wrist was a metal bangle. Though it was blackened and warped by fire, Luca recognized it in an instant. It was the base of the hidden weapon he had personally fastened onto my wrist, while he had given Sofia the spring-loaded knife inside. "No…" Luca's knee buckled as if someone had struck him from behind, sending him straight down onto the ground littered with ash and broken glass.