Chapter One.
The scandal
Luca.
The notifications on my phone were going crazy, forcing me to wake up and actually pick up my phone.
I had over ten missed calls from my father. What on earth was going on? He had sent me a link which I immediately clicked on.
'MAFIA BOSS LUCA DELUCA SPOTTED LEAVING HOTEL WITH A FAMOUS POLITICIAN' S WIFE'
For a second, I thought I was reading wrong when the headline popped up on my phone. I quickly scrolled through different blogs and my face was all over the blogs.
"Have you looked at your phone today?" my friend Tony said walking into my room with his iPad in his hand.
Tony was my personal advisor and best friend, he was the one persona that knew all my secrets, the good and the bad. Our relationship dated way back to college which is where we met, freshman year.
I threw my phone at him, as I quickly got up and started dressing up.
"This is bad Luca, especially with us in the middle of this acquisition."
"I know, I will take care of it."
"How?"
"Don't worry about it," I said, taking my phone back from him.
I knew I needed to act fast. I couldn't let this media frenzy go on. If I allowed the media frenzy to continue unchecked, I risked losing everything I had worked so hard for, my company, my wealth, and most importantly, my authority. But how could I spin this disaster in my favor?
The last thing I needed was for the world to think I was screwing a politician's wife.
I needed a solution and fast, something that would reframe the narrative and restore my image in the eyes of the public. Then, the answer came to me, almost as if it had been there all along, waiting to be seen. It was simple. I needed to marry someone, someone uncontroversial, someone with no ties to my world at all, someone who would make me appear noble in the face of the public's judgment.
A simple woman, and immediately my mind went to the girl from the club downtown.
Lila.
She was a young woman, kind hearted and reliable, with no connection to my world.
I had seen her a couple of times, she was one of my regulars servers, but unlike the other girls, she was polite, professional and always seemed to keep her head down, focused on her job.. She was the perfect candidate, the type of woman I was looking to clean up my image. She was the perfect image of innocence.
I had to go see her.
I sat at my usual spot, by the corner waiting for her to come up. I had been in here multiple times, but I had never really paid attention to her.
She looked young, younger than twenty one. She had one of those bodies, a model body with long hair that went all the way to her waist.
But her legs were the stars of the show as she walked over towards me.
“Lila, I need to talk to you about something important,” I said, my voice low and measured as soon as she was standing in front of me.
She paused, sensing the gravity of my serious tone. “Of course, Mr Deluca. Is everything alright?”
I hesitated for a moment, unsure how to frame my proposal. But i knew that time was of the essence, and I couldn't afford to waste any more.
“I need you to marry me,” i said bluntly. I knew I should have brought that up in a different way, but time was not on my side, and I had done my research, she needed me just as much as I needed her.
She blinked, caught off guard by my sudden request of what I had just said to her, I could not blame her, we barely knew each other.
“I’m sorry… what?”
“I need you to marry me,” I repeated, my gaze now steady. “I’m in the midst of a personal scandal, and you agreeing to marry me would help me stabilize my public image. You would be doing me a favor, and in return, I can offer you the money you need for your mother's hospital bills. You don't have to love me, it's just a simple arrangement to clean up my public image."
“I’m not sure what to say,” she finally replied after a deafening silence, her voice soft. “This is… a lot to take in.”
I took a deep breath. “I understand. But think about it. This marriage would be a contract. No strings attached. We would both benefit, and I would be able to regain control of my life. You would never have to work again. You will be set for life and your mother will be well taken care of.”
"How do you even know about my mother?" she asked now facing me,
"Come on, you do know who I am right?" I said smiling, a little insulted that she would actually ask me that.
"Let me atleast think about it," she said quietly.
I just nodded, I had to respect her decision, even though I thought this was something she would jump on, most women would.
"Take all the time you need. But know that I need an answer by tomorrow or I have to find someone more in actual need of the money."
"You are asking me to marry you, it might not mean anything to you, but it does to me." she fired back, irritation showing on her face.
"Have you spoken to the hospital yet? Because your mother's condition is getting worse, this arrangement will save her life. Take all the time you need though, you have until the morning to come up with an answer for me, after that the offer is off the table" I said, before I got up and left, leaving a couple of dollars on the table as my tip for her.
Chapter Two. The arrangement. Lila. I sat in the sterile hospital room, the rhythmic beeping of the heart monitor the only sound that filled the space between me and the frail figure of my mother, laying unconscious in the bed. My mother needed chemo, immediately, her condition was getting worse and if they didn't do anything she was going to die. Chemo needed money, alot of money. Money that I don't have. My phone buzzed on the table beside me. My flicked over to the screen, a name I didn't want to hear, especially after last night. A chill ran through me, and for a moment, I considered ignoring it. But something gnawed at me, the promise of something that could change everything. I hesitated before answering.“Lila,” Luca’s voice came through, smooth and cold, like polished stone. “I know you have seen your mother and the doctors have explained to you her condition,"He paused, as if to give me time to process everything he had just said. "You can save your mother, all you hav
Chapter Three. Lila. We stood at the entrance of the grand ballroom, the sound of laughter and conversation swirling around them. The glittering chandeliers above cast a soft glow on the elegant crowd, their expensive gowns and tailored tuxedos reflecting the extravagance of the gala. Luca, dressed in a sharp black suit, adjusted his cufflinks, a look of mild disdain crossing his face as he surveyed the room. Beside him, I fidgeted, my red dress clinging to me like a second skin, my lips painted a perfect shade of crimson. Neither of us looked particularly happy to be here. In fact, we couldn't stand each other.I hated him and everything he stood for. "Smile wifey." Luca said, squeezing my hand a little bit. “I can’t believe you dragged me here,” I muttered under my breath, as I scanned through the room with distaste. I loathed these events, the forced pleasantries and empty conversations. They were the last thing I wanted to attend. But Luca had insisted, of course. He had made
Chapter Four. Luca We had been sitting in silence for a few minutes, now.I looked over at Lila who seemed to be focused on my dad. “So, what do you think?” I asked dryly, already knowing her answer. I hated these gatherings, hated the way my father dominated every interaction. He had summoned me here without notice and when he called, I showed up. When I told her we were coming to see my dad, she didn't oppose me, which made me wonder if she had her own agendas. My father was furious that I had married her knowing our history with her family. But she had been great so far, only speaking when she had been spoken to. She shrugged slightly but didn’t turn away from watching my father who was on the phone . “It’s a lot,” she said, her voice soft, almost hesitant. “He seems... intense.” she added. I chuckled bitterly, rubbing the back of my neck. “You have no idea.” I gave a half smile, but it didn’t quite reach my eyes. “It’s like being a pawn in a game where you don’t know the r
Chapter Five. Lila. His eyes never left mine, and I stared hypnotized into those truly strange and exciting eyes. I was trembling and my heart was pounding so hard in my chest my blood roared in my ears. I remained frozen even when his hand touched my cheek. It felt like hot coals on my skin. I inhaled deeply and breathed in his scent. It was unbelievable the effect this man had on me. Or maybe it was the too many glasses of wine that were settling in. I tried my hardest to act unaffected but failed miserably when he curled his hand till his knuckles replaced his palm and brushed them gently across my cheeks. I could feel the flush spread across my face like a burn.Then his hand reached my bottom lip and his gaze dropped to the quivering flesh. Using the smooth pad of his thumb he pulled my bottom lip down, let it go, then watched it bounce back into place with a curious expression on his face. The only way I could describe the look in his eyes was the way a cat plays with a mouse
Lila. I woke up to the unfamiliar bedroom walls, I was still in Lucas childhood home, the events of the previous night started coming back one by one, and could instantly feel my face turning pink from the humiliation he had put me through. A big part of me wished all this was a bad dream, but the more I registered the surrounding the more real it got. I almost had sex with Luca last night and when he found out I was a virgin he humiliated me. I slowly got out of bed, putting on my robe, l needed to get ready and get out of here as soon as I possibly could. I was about to get in the shower, when I heard a gentle knock on the door. "Come in" I yelled from the bathroom, and I heard the door open slowly.Luca never did anything slowly, so I definitely knew it was not him. "Excuse me miss." I got out of the bathroom, and it was Maria, the house keeper."Good morning Maria, you can just call me Lila please." I said with a smile,"I am supposed to get you to come down for breakfast."
Lila. The drive back to the hospital was quick, but my mind was pre occupied by last night's events and todays. I thought we had shared a moment with Luca. But he had bolted, No note, no nothing and his phone was going straight to voice mail. I stepped into the hospital lobby, the sterile smell of antiseptic hanging heavy in the air, I hated hospitals because of this very smell. I remember when I came to see my dad over a decade ago, this very smell still lingered in my brain. It felt like I had gone back to tha exact time ten years ago. The memories were still fresh, it almost like it just happened. The doctor had said my father had no fighting chance, every organ in his body was failing. But were still hopeful. I remember sitting on one of the benches outside my dad's room, waiting for him to get out of surgery, we were hopeful, we prayed, we really prayed, but then the doctor came and I remember I almost knew instantly just by how he was talking to my mother. I could not go th
LilaSo many things were running through my mind, Luca had transferred my mom to one of the most expensive cancer treatment facilities in New York. Why would he do that? I asked myself still trying to call him, his phone was going straight to voice mail. A random number that knew about my mother was texting me, none of this was making any sense to me at allMy heels clicked sharply against the concrete as I walked through the dimly lit parking lot, the chill of the evening air biting at my skin. All kinds of thoughts running through my mind, I was so confused. As I approached my car, a shadow shifted at the far end of the parking lot where my car was parked. The figure moved closer, revealing a man in a worn leather jacket, his hands shoved deep in his pockets.Lila’s stomach turned with fear, as I looked around, there was no one else, and I knew even if I tried to scream it would be pointless. No one would hear me from down here. I didn’t recognize him, but the way he stood there,
Lila The ride to the new hospital where my mom had been transferred to was only a few minutes away from where I was. I could tell it was fancy before I even got inside, It screamed rich. But everything about this whole thing just felt fishy. Luca was still unreachable yet he had been able to have my mom moved to another hospital in a span of a few hours. "Hey, I am here to see..." I was immediately cut short."We have been expecting you miss Lila, I will show you to your mom's room." The nurse said smiling, everything here was much nicer."How do you know who I am?" I asked curious."You are Luca's fiancee, ofcourse we know who you are." she said smiling as she suggested I follow her."Is he here?" I asked casually, hoping the answer would be yes."Who?""Luca, is he still here?" she looked at me confused now,"What are you talking about? Luca as not stepped foot here yet.""I am so confused, then who had my mother admitted here?""oooh, that'll.." she was cut short by a depeer vo
Vanessa.I had always been the kind of woman who took control of things. I was used to getting what I wanted, bending people to my will, making sure I was never left behind. But I did not see the divorce coming.We had a system that worked over the years, as long as I stayed out of my husband's business he stayed out of mine. It was a marriage of convinience, not love. But we didn't start out like that, we were in love once. But so much had happened between us now. We tried everything, we tried opening our relationship, we tried therapy but nothing worked. My husband was in love with someone else, a man nonetheless, so we kept our little arrangement. At first I was not okay with it, until I met Luca and everything changed. I had the best time with Luca, he saw me, the real me and he loved me. Him, just like me was driven by success, which is why our situation was functional for so long. We both understood the rules. Atleast we both pretended we did. But he wanted more after a whi
Lila.I had spent the night at the hospital again, going home was no longer an option because all I could think of was my mom. I preferred staying at the hospital just incase she woke up I would be there. With Luca being gone too, the house felt a lot more depressing anyway. I step out of the hospital doors, the brisk morning air hitting my face like a slap. It's colder than I expected, but the chill feels good, somehow. I need something to calm my nerves; my thoughts have been a jumble of hospital noises, sterile smells, and too many unanswered questions for the past week. I head toward the small café across the street, hoping a simple cup of coffee will help me clear my head. When Luca was around he was the one who would do the coffee runs. He was in my mind a lot this morning, mostly because he had not called or texted to check in. But as I approach the door, I hear the distinct sound of cameras snapping. Flash after flash, they go off like an unholy orchestra. I freeze in place
Luca.I stood there, glaring at Vanessa, my fists clenched at my sides. I was sweating, the anger pulsing through my veins like a furious current. Miami’s humid air hit me hard as I stepped into the lobby of the hotel where I had been instructed to meet the “business contact” who had called me earlier. The moment I saw her Vanessa leaning casually against the polished marble counter, I could feel my blood boil. When I got the call I did not even think it through, which is how I can tell the whole Lila thing had thrown me completely off my game. I am not someone that's easily manipulated, but somehow Vanessa had managed to do it. “What the hell, Vanessa?” I demanded, trying to control my voice. The heat of the city, the sudden change in plans, the wasted time it all felt like a heavy weight pressing down on me.I would rather be back home in New York with Lila, I only came out here because I had been trying to land the account Vanessa has used to lure me in for so long. Vanessa, alw
Lila. I sit in the sterile, cold hospital room, my fingers trembling as they grip the armrest of the plastic chair. The fluorescent lights overhead flicker like they’re unsure whether they should be on or off. The quiet beeping of the heart monitor is the only sound breaking the silence, and every time it makes its monotonous rhythm, it reminds me that my mother is still here… at least for now.I can still see Richard who is sitted across the room throwing random glances at me and every time I looked away. The possibility that he was my father was unfathomable to me and every time I looked at him it was like a reminder, and I was not ready to deal with that part of reality no matter how it looked like. A few hours later, the doctor came out and we both followed him to his office. I could just tell by the look on his face whatever he was about to say was not good. "We tried to get as much of the malignant tumor in her brain as we could, it had spread so much... Almost half of her b
Lila.I did not get any sleep at all last night, I twisted and turned the whole night replaying every single memory I had of my father. Some things made more sense now, like why Luca's dad was always at the hospital visiting my mom even though my mom claimed they had never met before. Could this be the reason Luca’s mom Elena left? I asked myself. I also remembered the last few days leading up to my father's death. They were always fighting about something with mom and I always thought it was becauseom didn't want him working for Luca's family. But maybe my father found out the truth. I quickly got dressed and rushed downstairs, I was going mad by all the scenarios forming in my head. I needed answers. "Hey, breakfast is ready." Maria said with a smile on her face the moment she saw me. "I am not really hungry Maria, thanks though." I said as I poured my myself a cup of water. I spotted Luca in the dining room which was off. In the few weeks I had spent in this house, I had ne
Lila. I feel the warmth of Luca’s lips on mine, and for a moment, everything melts away. His kiss is soft, hesitant, but there’s something there something I didn’t expect. My heart starts racing, and just as I’m about to sink deeper into the feeling, he pulls back abruptly. Confusion floods over me, and I blink, trying to make sense of what just happened. My lips still tingle with the memory of his touch. I knew he felt the same exact way I was feeling, our chemistry was undeniable, so why did he pull back and why was he looking at me like that. Like I had something wrong. “What’s wrong?” I ask, my voice shaky, unsure if I’m even speaking clearly. I could tell something was wrong I just had no clue what. He looks at me, his eyes avoiding mine for a moment before meeting my gaze with something like guilt in them. “We can’t,” he says quietly, his words hanging between us like a weight. I expected atleast more than two words, but he went back to pacing around the room like that was
Lila. It has been a few hours since I last spoke with Luca, I had decided to give him some space to process everything that was going on. But he also needed to eat something since he was still taking medication. I quickly fixed him a plate of some food and put it on a tray with some water and headed up to his room. I knew he was not going to get out of that room so I did not even bother calling him to come down. Once at his door, I could hear some of soft music coming from his room, I knock lightly on his door, holding the tray full of food in my hands, hoping it will help ease whatever storm was brewing inside of him. I just wanted to do something for him, anything, to make him feel better.“Luca?” I call softly as I push the door open. He is sitting by the window, staring out into the dark. It’s like he is miles away, even though he is right in front of me. I hesitate for a moment, but then walk in, setting the food down on the bedside table. "I brought you something to eat...
Vanessa.I had tried to get in touch with Luca but his phone was off or busy or went straight to voicemail and it was bugging me. In the three years we had been together, he never even once sent me to voice mail and no matter what was going on in our personal lives, we always talked to each other which is why this was bugging me so much and it had Lila written all over it. Normally I wouldn’t be worried by a girl like Lila, but I could tell she was different, she was not a city girl like the ones Luca was used to and that's what scared me the most. "I have to ran an errand for a few hours, cancel all my meetings and if my husband calls tell him I am at my wax appointment." I said to my personal assistant as I picked up my bag. "Do you need me to organize for a driver?" "No, I will just drive myself, I need to clear my mind anyways." In a few minutes I was pulling up to Luca's house."Is he in?" I asked one of the security men, as I got out of the car while tossing him the car ke
Luca.I knew my father was lying, having worked in my line of work for so long, it was so easy for me to tell when someone was lying. "Why are you protecting her?" I finally asked after a moment of silence, "don't you think I deserve to know if she is the one that saved my life?" "What does it matter son? Why can't you leave it alone, you are supposed to be taking it easy, resting not stressing yourself." "Where is she?" "I don't know Luca." "You know it's only a matter of time before the truth comes out, I will use whatever resources I have to find out the truth." "She just wanted to help Luca, that's all" he finally said when I got up. I sat back down looking at him"So she is the one that gave me a kidney?" I asked feeling my blood boiling with anger. "Yes, she was the quickest solution." "How did she even know I was sick, you said you haven't heard from her since she left." "I haven't, but a few years back had someone look into her, just to make sure she was okay. 8 neve