Daughter In Italian Novels & Stories

I wanted to say a lot more to her at that moment, but my daughter was there. Before Giulia turns around, I let go of her hand and laugh at her frightened face next to me. “You look very comfortable in the kitchen, my love!” I say, drawing my daughter's attention. “I'm Italian, papà, any cuisine would make me comfortable.” She repeats the same phrase her mother always used to say to me. “What would you say if I told you that this kitchen was now yours?” I see her look from me to Giulia and a huge smile starts to grow, making her eyes sparkle.

He most likely is a bastard. We were greeted by a small brunette and a big man with strong shoulders as we knocked on the oak door. As he shook the man's hand, the father grinned. These are probably the parents. Father gave me a nod. "It's my daughter here. Alessandro Ferrari She is the mafia boss in Italy." Although I did, they failed to notice the contempt in his words.

That vile woman must not force her way into the life of Layla's boss. “Daya, is this the time you're coming home? Did you forget you have an 8-month baby?" Luciano yelled “Ella es Nuestra hija no mia solo luciano( She is our daughter, not mine, just Luciano.)" She said frustrated. “You must take care of her, you're her mom, not Avana." He said following her upstairs.

Those were the words she had always used on me. Suri had been in a terrible mood lately because she was unable to attend school and was deeply humiliated. Worst of all, without school, where was she supposed to bully others or extort money? She stomped her foot and screamed, "Why won’t you give it to me?! If you can’t afford me, why did you even give birth to me?! You old hag, why don’t you just die? All the money in this house belongs to me!" Hearing her beloved daughter tell her to die, Mom nearly fainted from shock. She thought about all the humiliation she had endured begging for Suri’s schooling and all the money she had spent, only for this ungrateful child to curse her over allowance.

"The Romano's, I mean Mateo Enzo Romano. has a daughter." My heart flipped immediately I heard that, I had a daughter too, and the thought of having the entire Mafia world knowing about my daughter caused a terrible feeling to settle in the pit of my tummy. "A little princess?" I asked. "A princess, not a little princess like yours. Remember our lifes are bound to that of your little princess. Anyone that wants her will have to go through us before they can get her, and you should know, that is death for them." "That old man has a daughter! Well he hid that fact very well." Malaika said

“Your daughter?” I nodded my head repeatedly. “She was sold to him. And I want revenge.” “You’re saying the Don of the Italian Mafia has your daughter?” I nodded. His expression darkened the more. “This is interesting. By whom?” “My own blood.” I lied, I couldn't tell him I was the one that sold her off. A long silence stretched between us. Then, he let out a low chuckle. “That’s rich.” He shook his head. “Your own family sold your daughter to Alessio De Luca. And now, you want me to help you get her back?”

The look on my father's face went from bad to worse. “What exactly are you trying to say, Matteo?” He kept his voice low. “Our families have known each other for years. So my daughter is not good enough for you?” Matteo fixed his cufflinks. “Mr. Montgomery, I do not want your younger daughter. Not at all.”

"Mom was wrong. What did we do to you? What did we all do to you?" Even though Ava had already experienced it once, she still hugged the diary and cried until she shook. "Mia, look at Dad. Please look at Dad." Dad crawled to the desk. "Dad was wrong. You were never a bad investment. You're my daughter." He lifted his hand and slapped himself hard twice. "I'm not human. I forced my own daughter to death." Ava crouched on the floor and frantically searched for the forum on her phone. "I want to trade my sister back. I'll pay any price."

The woman moved farther into the room. “Why is she still alive?” she asked flatly. The man hurried to her side….“I thought you’d want to see her,” he said quickly. “I thought you’d want to see the only daughter of Mr. Dominic Moretti.” That name made her turn and her gaze cut into him. “The only daughter of Moretti is my daughter,” she said coldly, “and it is going to remain that forever.” She turned back to the screen. “I want her dead tonight.”

“Please call in the student who hit Alessia. He needs to apologize to my daughter.” The entire office fell silent for two seconds. One of the younger teachers stared at Mamma’s face for several moments before suddenly standing up. “Isabella… Isabella Vitale? Donna Vitale?” “But weren’t you already… eight years ago… Wait, isn’t Miss Bianca from the Vitale family your daughter?” Mamma let out a cold laugh. “No. I only have one daughter, and that’s Alessia. “As for Bianca, she’s nothing more than the adopted daughter our family took in. This is all Enzo Vitale’s fault. He lost his mind. He treasures someone else’s child while tormenting his own daughter half to death.”