Novel & Cerita Alessia Cara Parents

Eros leaned down and whispered something into his niece’s ears that made Alessia smile bigger. Letting go of his hands, she motioned toward her father. Eros, the matchmaker, was back in the room. He wanted nothing more than what I did and that was to see this little family of ours be happy and one again. Alessia pulled her father up from his seat and scooped her. But Alessia wasn’t done. “Mama, come on,” she called out Bella, who I knew wouldn’t say no.

Chapter 62: When Brent Stayed Silent POV: Aleira The humiliating video from the charity gala had gone viral overnight. It was all over social media, news channels, blogs. Everywhere I looked, my name was being dragged through the mud. Edited clips from the event showed me looking awkward, unrefined, and out of place beside high society elites. Headlines screamed everything from "Single Mom Crashes Gala in Designer Knock-Off" to "Montenegro CEO's Embarrassment: Who Is Aleira Tan?"

The boys didn’t really notice the difference in the atmosphere, but Skylar and Pietro noticed Sophia’s sudden change in attitude, sharing worried glances from their places at the table. Towards the end of their meal, Alessia approached their table again. “Pietro, may I speak with you in private?” Pietro’s expression turned steely. “Anything you have to say can be said in front of my family.” Alessia’s gaze flickered to Skylar and Sophia. “I’d like to be part of my daughter’s life again. Sophia , was it? Seeing her at the fan meeting made me realize how much I’ve missed. She has the potential to be a great actress, just like me. I want to harness her potential.”

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.

Maybe she couldn’t. Now his name is branded on her heart, his shadow stitched into her soul. All she wanted was salvation with a little satisfaction—one that won’t ruin her, but the devil doesn’t crave salvation. He craves possession. ****FLASHBACK***** If not for her parents, she wouldn't even be in this mess. Alessia is the epitome of beauty... a petite girl with the most perfect body and face card. One, every man would want to have as his. Aside from her being beautiful, she is hard-working, determined, and zealous. She was everything, but the one thing she craved was a man who would love her for who she was. But that dream of hers is shattered because her parents didn’t care about her

“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.