Alessia Cara Parents Novels & Stories

“Tell me about yourself, Cara. Tell me what you like the most. Tell me about your family, your parents. I want to know everything about you.” “There’s nothing to know about me. I’m boring.” “No, you’re not. You’re a beautiful, pure, and talented girl and I want to know the real you. How did you realize your love for music?” Cara sighed and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as memories of her parents made her melancholy. “My mom was a music teacher. She has taught me to sing and play several musical instruments since the age of two,” she said with a soft sigh. Marcus stared at the sadness in her eyes and wanted to know the cause of it but she didn’t say a single word further.

Miroslav Volcov tried to appease his wife. Miroslav and Anesthesia are the parents of Carlos. Miroslav is Alesso's uncle, his father's younger brother. Anesthesia gave him a helpless look. "You know how particular Alessandro is of neatness. He will kill someone if he feels that we are not taking care of his family home properly " she reminded him with fear.

My phone had been buzzing non-stop since last night’s press conference. Aleira Tan—no, Lim Aleira—had not only accepted my proposal, she had declared to the world that she was the long-lost heiress of Lim Industries. The press went wild. So did our families. Carmen had stormed out of the house early that morning. Don Alfredo hadn’t said a word to me—his silence was colder than any rejection. Sofia hadn’t called, but I expected retaliation soon. Her pride wouldn’t allow her to lose the spotlight quietly.

Being young and beautiful, Celeste is the only daughter of the Marcon Family and was raised by Don Andres Marcon and Dona Saffira Marcon in their province. She was known to be an in-demand event stylist and a successful event planner. Everything is fine with her life, but she doesn’t remember anything about her childhood to her adolescence. She always felt that something was always missing in her life –not until she found out the truth when an unknown man came named Allastair and he claimed that she was his.

“A week later, you announced your engagement—to Damon Scott, of all people. I yelled at you. Called you names for not informing me before the announcement. I didn’t understand that you had sacrificed your happiness… for your family.” Both women were crying now. Caro reached for her hands and held them firmly. “You gave us life, Alessia. You gave me a reason to smile. And now, I can’t even help you escape this prison you’re in.” “I did it for Matthew,” Alessia whispered, “and I don’t regret it, Caro. If he had died… I wouldn’t have survived it either.” “And that’s completely understandable, sweetheart. But now, we want you to be happy. Why won’t you tell us what they’re threatening you with?”

“I… I didn’t have a choice. They said if I didn’t play your part, they’d kill me.” Bianca’s heart twisted. “Who are you?” “Alessia,” the girl whispered. “My name is Alessia Romano.” Bianca blinked, stunned. “Romano?” “My mother worked for your father,” Alessia said, tears streaking her face. “He sponsored me after she died, paid for my school, and kept me fed. When the Morettis found me, they said I owed them a debt. They said you’d abandoned us.” Bianca swallowed hard, fury and grief colliding inside her. Lorenzo hadn’t just created a fake scandal; he'd twisted a girl her father once loved like family into a weapon.

"We didn't exactly argue. I was just trying to make her see reason to what her actions was doing to Alessia." Pulling out a stool to sit in the kitchen. Allen nodded in agreement, Alessia was no longer the happy kid she was when her father was still around. Also, the burden she is being subjected to carry is too much. "I think someone really needs to talk some sense into everyone around here." "I doubt if that would ever happen." Said Cara. "Alessia would have to carry her mother's cross." "Why would I want to do that?" Alessia stood by the kitchen doorway looking livid.

She smiled faintly. “Yeah.” Carl continued. “As you already know, I have been talking with your mom.” Her expression softened. “And your dad too.” She hesitated. “My dad?” Carl nodded. “They are both waiting for you.” Her voice lowered slightly. “For my mom, yes. But dad… I’m not sure about my dad…” Carl cut in softly. “Just be positive.” A pause. “Take your time.” Alessia nodded slowly. Carl leaned back again. “And when you are ready… just tell me.”

Someone the jury won't trust. Is Alessia actually guilty of anything? Probably not. But that's not my problem. My problem is finding something—anything—that Victoria can use. And I'm very good at my job. Day one, I start with the basics. Public records. Court documents. Financial history. Alessia Reed Walker, age thirty-seven. Born in Lagos, Nigeria. Moved to Los Angeles at age twelve. Parents deceased. Mother died two years ago. Father died when she was sixteen. No siblings.

Alessa seems quite affected by his presence at her side. If they let whatever is happening between them flourish, I’m sure they could make a beautiful couple. Modesty aside, my dad is as handsome as a typical Italian, and Alessa is the most beautiful person by my side, her gentle manner and especially how loving she is with everyone is so characteristic of her.