Adriana Rizzo Age Novels & Stories

Adriano was every girl’s dream and, in all honesty, Ismeralda too had developed a crush on him when she had first seen him at a party at his house a year ago so she wasn’t all that annoyed at the fact that she was getting married so young. Adriano was incredibly handsome. He had nice, thick, black hair. Thick, curly brows, piercing, dark grey eyes and nice tanned skin. He was six foot and five inches and obviously from his body structure, you could tell that he worked out a lot. He was quiet a lot and didn’t say much of anything. Even during parties, he tried not to mingle with people but she knew he wasn’t shy because he had an air of confidence around him. Everybody knew it and that was wh

Dazed, I found myself thinking, "How are they different? Why wouldn't they be able to get along?" My pulse quickened as I read through all of Giada's messages over and over. She only ever talked about the wedding or asked when I'd be home. In the few messages I had written, each one was about Adriana. How had I gotten to this point? "Carlo! Come take a few photos for me!" Adriana suddenly appeared. Her brilliant smile seemed to pierce through the gray, gloomy sky. For a moment, it made my head spin. Her best friend, Alessandra Rossi, ran over as well. "Let me take them for you. You two are such a perfect match."

I can even feel Danika’s bewilderment. The woman finally releases me and takes a step back, looking me up and down. “You’re even more frighteningly beautiful in person,” she says quietly. “What?” I question sharply. Has she seen me before? Who is she? “My name is Adelaide. Adrian asked me to help you.” She says briskly. I calm down enough to take her in properly; she looks to be in her mid-forties, with burgundy hair that looks perfectly wind swept, her nose and cheekbones are dotted with freckles, and her eyes are black as the void.

She could be modeling rags and still look stunning. “Sir?” My eyes reluctantly shift from the outline of her swinging hips to Adrianna’s glowering gaze. “Your fiancée is that way,” she speaks in Italian, inclining her head to the center of the room, where Valentina giggles, surrounded by a horde of drinking Italian wives and a couple of her friends from Korea. She’s a social butterfly, much unlike Priya.

“I’m going to perform my wife duties.” After marriage, Ricochet made me resign from work and basically turned me into royalty. That man spoiled me shamelessly he sometimes felt more like a sugar daddy than a husband. And Adriana? He spoiled her even worse with cars, jewelry, vacations, designer bags, investments, and all things beyond necessary. Thankfully, unlike Audrey, my oldest daughter never really cared much about material things. Now Adriana worked as a senior creative director at Maison Étoile, doing far better than I ever did at her age.

I remember having my age mates who didn't know my actual age call me big sis. And she was wrong, too; I was eighteen and way older than her. “I do not like telling people my age," I muttered and her eyes widened. “See? I told you!" Adriana said, waving her hands at me. “She's still little for someone like you," Adriana pushed further. I dimmed my eyes, wondering why Adriana was trying so hard to convince Damion that I wasn't his match. It was obvious that she was jealous of my dance with Damion.

“You said I should go where I should be. Now, I’m here. What’s wrong?” “You arrogant!” Lizzie was about to attack her now and drag her out of the chair when one of the dancers stop her. “Liz. Don’t you think she’s a bit familiar? I think she’s the daughter of Rizzo. The one who was said to be linked with Lucas Heirta.”

Alessia ─ ∘❉∘ ─ Age 27 | Capone Estate | Chicago, Illinois. The soup had gone cold hours ago. I couldn’t taste it anyway. Adriano sat in front of me, jaw locked, eyes fixed on my face like he could force me back to life just by staring long enough. The spoon hovered near my mouth, his hand steady even though I could see the tremor building in his arm. “You haven’t taken a single bite since yesterday,” he said, voice rough, deeper than a fourteen-year-old’s should’ve been. “You’ll die if you keep this up.”

Charlotte helped strip Razzy of her wet clothes. The girl was unconscious and didn’t move or respond to anything they said. Her long fire red hair dried in waves around a young pale face. “She looks like a little kid,” Charlotte said as Alessandra rummaged through a closet, retrieving a kimono-style, long robe. “She is. She’s just turned twenty.” Charlotte’s eyes widened. “Twenty? She looks twelve!” Alessandra helped her get Razzy in the robe and the material heated until the girl was once again covered by warmth.

, Adrian said worriedly. “I told you I was using the restroom”, she responded coldly, sitting down. “That long?” Adrian questioned suspiciously but Rissa didn't respond. Gracia turned to her and smiled warmly. “You are beautiful, Adrian must like you a lot”. Rissa felt her jaw drop, and she blinked twice, not knowing how to respond to her words. Was that a compliment or question? “Gracia, this is Rissa”, Adrian said defensively. “Yes, I know; I have seen her face on the television; she looks prettier in person and elegant”, Gracia responded sharply.