Luca and Elena Novel The Mafia’s Redemption: Fierce Love

I discovered through whispers, not from him. Our anniversaryfour years togethermeant nothing to Luca. Not when Isobella Calderon, his plaything, came calling.
The post that lit up the evening, showcased with all her arrogance on social media, was meant to humiliate me. Isobel had taken to flaunting their so-called intimacy for all to see. There she was, clinging to him like a well-practiced illusion of grace at some private villa estate, surrounded by the elite of the DiLorenzo familys inner circle. But it was Lucas smilerare, unguardedthat cut deeper than her possessive gaze. The smile I hadnt seen in years.
The caption dripped with cruelty.
Thank you, Boss, for making me your number one.
Of course, the comments came rolling in, praising their chemistry. Isobel and Luca are perfect together, they said, He should ditch the nobody.
The nobody being me.
The shame followed me everywherework, family gatherings, even the womens restroom at Ribaldi Enterprises, where I overheard two secretaries gossiping over lunch.
Did you catch Isobels post last night? one giggled, sounding like a teenager.
Of course! Shes glued to Luca these days. Theyre unstoppable, the new power couple.
Their laughter echoed as I rushed out, the bitter taste of betrayal rising like bile. I told myself I wouldnt check the post again, but I did. Over and over. The moment those pictures and videos went live, I knew I was nothing more than a forgotten promise.
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3:15 PM. Luca: "Something came up. Ill be home late. Dont wait up.
That was all he sent meno apology, no explanation. Just like that, he cancelled our anniversary dinner.
I read the message again, letting the frustration rise before I finally responded with a curt:
Safe trip.
A long sigh escaped my lips as I set the phone down on the counter. I had just come back from finishing a grueling day of running deliveries, trying to meet deadlines for the first job that meant anything to me in months. Exhausted, I collapsed on the bed and tried to forget. I knew I shouldn't have pinned my hopes on Lucas empty promises, yet I had anyway. For what? A cheap reminder that he would never change?
Wed been together since senior year at Monticello Academy. Four years of watching him rise from the dangerous son of a cartel enforcer to the heir apparent of the DiLorenzo syndicatethe cold, feared Luca Marcelli.
I, on the other hand, was Elena Montoya, a nobody from the outskirts of New Brighton. Not the daughter of powerful families or influential businessmen. My family scraped by, living far from the criminal world that Luca ruled. But somehow, I got swept into it.
I had no illusions about what this relationship meant to Lucas world. For his associates, I was merely a placeholdera sheep in a pride of lions. For the vultures online, Luca should have been with Isobel, the Calderon heiress with ties so deep in the cartel, the federal agents knew her name by heart. Together, they embodied every fantasy the underworld adoreda power couple made of steel and silk.
When Luca first made our relationship public, it sent shockwaves through the city. The kingpins ruthless heir with an ordinary woman? My inbox flooded with insults, and worse. Some people pretended to be curious, but most spat venom. Still, Luca stood by me. Even Isobel, or so I thought, had been supportive of us. At least until the rumors grew stronger, until pictures of them togetheralways without mestarted surfacing.
Like her recent post, with the tag:
Big thanks to Luca Marcelli @King_Luca! It was a last-minute thing, but you pulled through as always. And Elena @Elena_Montoya, youre a gem for lending your man to me tonight. Good luck finishing your project! I owe you!
The attached photos made my stomach churnan opulent hilltop villa, the remnants of a decadent meal, and Luca laughing beside Isobel as though the world outside their gilded life didnt exist.
I blinked at the video, watching Luca laughtruly laughfor the first time in years. That cold exterior he always showed to the world, the one that kept everyone at arms length, had vanished in the presence of Isobel Calderon. I never got that version of him. Not since our early days, when we were still reckless teenagers running through the city streets at midnight, untouchable and carefree.
Now, the comments below twisted the knife deeper:
@UnderworldRoyalty: "Luca and Isobel look like theyre meant for each other. Why isnt this official yet?
@EyesEverywhere: "Has anyone noticed how Luca only smiles with Isobel? Never seen him like that with Elena."
@CartelGossip: "Poor Elena. Shes holding onto a fantasy."
I couldnt stop the tears from spilling, though I tried. Alone in the bedroom of the empty penthouse, I curled up, fighting the sobs that escaped my chest. I shouldnt have looked, I shouldnt have let this get to me, but it did. It always did.
Isobel was everything Luca needed, everything I couldnt be. This was the life I signed up forthe heartache, the betrayals, the reminders that Luca would never truly be mine.
I clutched my phone and called him. He answered after one ring.
What is it, Elena? His voice was steady, the cold detachment of a man who had long since stopped caring. The sounds of the party in the backgroundlaughing, music, fireworksfilled the silence between us.