Alessia Cara Parents Novels & Stories

“And don't you dare lie to me. I won't appreciate that.” “Promise not to use it against me,” she begged. “I'll try my best, I'm not one to carry grudges around.” She sniffed, wiping her tears away. A feeling of relief washing over her body. “My name is Cara Pierce, daughter of Alexander McQueen and wife to Jason Pierce.” The new look on his face told her that he was quite familiar with that name. Spending 100 million dollars in one night meant that he was almost in the same class as her.

"It's just lust. Give it a week and you will be telling me about some new girl you're crazy about." It stung that he still saw me as some shallow playboy who couldn't keep his eyes straight. "Besides," Dad continued, his tone softening a bit, "Alessia is a calm girl. She won't give you headaches, and she's had a thing for you for years. She's actually the reason her father reached out to me in the first place." A small, self-satisfied smirk returned to his face. "That's real affection, Nico. You two would make sense together."

I asked her. " Yep , Carlos and I have discussed about that and we are naming her after you which will be Alyssa steve ,sounds nice right?" " she said excitedly. "Shut up ...you are kidding me right ,wow I'm flattered after all " I smiled. " Look Alyssa I love you and when you need help never think twice before you voice out too me okay even when it comes to getting a new job I will be there to get you one "she said with great passion and I blushed.

Rolling her eyes, Bianca said, "Auntie, isn't Alessia your daughter?" Ava's eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled warmly. "Miss Carter, please don't misunderstand. Of course, I dote on my own daughter, but my daughter grew up in the countryside and suffered a lot. She never had the chance to participate in shows like this before, so I may have misspoken." Ava wasn't surprised that Bianca knew Alessia. After all, Alessia even knew Dominic. However, it was unexpected that Alessia could evoke such protective words from the spoiled and willful Miss Carter. Ava didn't know what was happening today; she kept letting slip things she shouldn't say.

Phoebe continued. "That Alesha spends money as if it grew on trees. A while ago, she insisted on buying some limited-edition designer bag, but your mom refused her. She threw a huge tantrum, claiming that your mom mistreats her and doesn't act like a real mom at all. The two of them have been at each other's throats ever since. "But your mom brought this on herself. She abandoned you, her own biological daughter, to play stepmother. Did she think being a stepmother would be easy?

Alessia mutters but he ignores her. “I didn’t even care when you thought you were rebelling by attending all those parades. I was proud that you were exerting your liberty. What I did not like was the fallout with the paparazzi; topless pictures of you popping up everywhere, rumours that you were using, and the embarrassing scandal with that CEO’s wife. It was bad for the family, bad for business. How can I say I have control over my business when I cannot control my child?”

Alessia mused to her uncle Matteo, her smile brighter than the light in the room. “Gramp and Grams?” Godfather’s brows creased in confusion. Not everyone knew about my father and Eros, and I was not in the habit of elaborating. I cleared my throat. “My father and his wife.” “You talk to them?” “I do.” Godfather didn’t question because of the mob code and turned his attention back to Alessia. “Are you excited to be here?” “I am,” Alessia answered. “Nonna has told me a lot about you.”

I said flatly. “No,” Marco agreed. “But this does.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and turned the screen toward me. An old photograph. A woman standing beside a man whose face I can never forget. Alessia's parents. “Her parents weren’t just normal people,” Marco said softly. “They were investigating a lot of cases.” I stared at the image. “And Alessia?” Marco slid his phone away. “If her bloodline connects where I think it does… she's not safe anywhere.”

Her throat choked with emotions. “I don’t care,” he replied. “I. Want. You.” He stared in her green emerald eyes. “And that is all that matters.” His voice was authoritative. Alyssa melted at those words. She had this sudden urge to get up and kiss him senseless. But she had to tell him the truth. It was extremely important now. “My mother is Magda, Queen of Yezia, and my father’s name is Alan.”

I yelled. My knees hit the floor. “Please! Don’t—Elena! Lorenzo!” “Stop fighting,” Sophia said, wiping invisible dust from her coat. “You’re not in control anymore, sweetheart.” She turned to leave but paused. “Oh, one more thing. I did some digging. You know, after your little performance at the charity ball. Turns out, Alessia Cotti is more than just some runaway lover.” My heart stopped. “What?” I asked, shocked. “You’re the daughter of Carlo Cotti, aren’t you?” she asked again.