Luca Luhan 2024 Romane & Geschichten

Fiona couldn’t calm down. For some reason, she felt that seeing Luca again was not a coincidence and it was making her nervous. She opened her computer and started searching everything about Luca Han. The man actually went to London to study—which explained his accent. He also went to Harvard to finish his degree. He could speak and read five languages, including Mandarin, Cantonese, Japanese, French and English. And it was said that he was fluent in all of the languages. He got his doctorate in Materials Science & Mechanical Engineering at the age of twenty-four and even won international awards because of his thesis. It was noted that he was a genius.

"Is this about Athena?" Luca stood up abruptly. He set the delicate wine glass down on the white wooden nightstand with force. A few dark red drops spilled over the rim, staining the pristine surface, but he ignored the mess. "Don't start this again," Luca snapped, his voice tight with defensive anger. "It’s about Westmore’s upcoming season. I’m the team captain. It is literally my job to know exactly who is doing what on the ice. Period." He grabbed his grey athletic hoodie off the velvet vanity chair. Brushing roughly past her shoulder, he walked quickly out of the bedroom.

I'm fucking tired but I'd rather burry myself in work than have to deal with that look in her eyes. I always thought she was always reserved but I know better. I've seen how she's free around Noah. Fuck, she even laughs at his stupid jokes. Zayan’s face comes to mind and I decide to send Luca a text. Me: [Any information on Zayan?] Luca: [Hello to you too.] Me: [ I'll Cut off support to your stupid project.] Luca: [ You're one cold bastard. ] Luca: [He's influence comes from politics. I'm still working on finding out he's family line. I'll send the file soon. By the way, congratulations man. But I thought you wanted to marry Leah? Have you changed your mind?]

I gasped. I didn't know the details, but it seems the woman they are talking about is the same body they found mutilated at the border. Luke let a loud growl from his chest. The room felt like it was closing in, the weight of Luca’s words pressing down on us. Luke’s eyes burned with fury, but I could see the hesitation there. "Relax," Luca said, lifting his hands mockingly. "I didn't come to fight. Not today."

Fortunately, Natalie had rejoined us. "And as for your precious daughter…" I was still speaking when she yelled loudly but I wasn't going to buy it. "You can’t do this to me." she screamed. "Lorenzo, I’m the Luna of this pack. You shouldn't trade me with that nobody." Snapping my head in her direction, I turned to her with a glare that went beyond the surface of her skin. "You are nothing to me." I huffed, watching her as she gasped. "You…You don’t mean that." Her eyes were widened with fright.

He grumbled. “Oh, yes. Good day sir. Sorry for disrupting your day, I have just launched a new company, You Two,” He extended the flyer out to Luca. “My name is Luke and my number is on the flyer.” “Alright.” He nodded, shoving the flyer in his pocket. “Thank you. Will do.” He said, before slamming the door shut. “You can come back out. False alarm, babe.” He chuckled, crumbling the flyer up and tossing it into the trash bin by the door. “Are you serious?” She ran back out into his arms, “That was so scary, oh my God.” She giggled.

Twenty years after Vienna, Luca woke up to find Dante already awake, watching him. "Creepy," Luca said. "How long have you been staring at me?" "Long enough to count every gray hair." "I don't have gray hairs." "You have three. Right here." Dante touched Luca's temple. "They're distinguished." "I'm thirty-nine. I'm not supposed to have gray hair yet." "I'm fifty-seven and completely gray. You're doing fine." Luca rolled over to check his phone. An email from the foundation—they wanted him to keynote a conference in New York next month. Another from Sofia, now running the Athens house with Anya. A text from Elena about quarterly financials.

Her own phone buzzed in her hand. Priya: BELLA. Are you near a TV right now. Because Northridge Confidential just posted a countdown on their main page and it says “SPECIAL EPISODE TONIGHT THE TRUTH ABOUT LUCA DE SANTIS” and I need you to explain to me RIGHT NOW what is happening.

“We received three new commissions this week alone. The critics are finally seeing your vision the way you support emerging artists without demanding anything in return. And you… you look happy. Truly happy. It suits you.” Luca kissed his forehead, then the bridge of his nose, savoring the moment. “I am. For the first time. No more blood. No more war. No more carrying the weight of empires that wanted me dead. Just us. Just this.” He started moving again slow, deep rolls of his hips, making love to Adrian with tender possession. Their bodies moved in perfect harmony, building heat once more. Luca whispered promises between kisses: plans for expanding the garden, a trip to explore hidden cove