Daughter In Italian Novels & Stories

[ Aitana ] "So, this bellissimo donna is the talk in the famiglia."A tall woman with grey hooded eyes with tightly kneated bun pursed her lips together,her and the other two dozen women x-rayed me from top to bottom which made me slightly uncomfortable because I wasn't brought up in such hypocrisy. "Si, she is my daughter-in-law, Aitana,the only daughter and heiress of American mafia king."Lilliana,being one of them, boasted proudly.

Luna appeared with two guards, arms crossed and looking thoroughly annoyed as she blocked my path. "A client specifically requested you and your sister together. Get moving and don't waste any more time." I remembered Drew's screams and cries from earlier. A chill ran down my spine. "You better not touch me! I'm Donato DeLuca's daughter!" I did not care about anything else. I decided to use my identity as a mafia Principessa to scare her off. "Don DeLuca, my father, told me to go to the lounge." "Bullsh*t!" Luna slapped me across the face. "Don't try your tricks on me! Someone like you doesn't deserve to even mention the DeLuca name!"

Karan I sat in my penthouse sipping on my scotch thinking about what Yuri said, if the Italians are coming for me then that means they have an ace up their sleeve and they are sure they can take me down. but what do they have? “Boss.” My number two stands next to me waiting for me to give him the go ahead to say something and I hope it’s worth it hearing. I gesture with my hand for him to talk. “We found Misha’s daughter, she was held at the Bologna in one of the houses there and was guarded by members of Cosa Nostra.”

"If you want respect, you need to have a powerful father first. Unfortunately, that would be my father. I'm the daughter of Don Caruso, the Principessa of a mafia family. You'll never be better than I am in this life. You're nothing but a dog I can beat off!" Looking at how confident she was, I frowned slightly. Could my father really have an illegitimate daughter behind our family's back? I asked carefully, "I heard that Don Caruso's daughter is studying overseas and has only just returned. How do you explain the fact that you studied at a local public university?"

The girl looked a bit surprised when she saw her but still grinned. "Oh my, so this –" "Who awe you?" Minerva asked in a cold voice. The girl smirked and raised her chin. "I'm Carina Borgia. The daughter of the Duke of Borgia. My elder sister was the Second Prince's first wife." She arrogantly said. 'Ah, so this was where her impudence came from.' Minerva thought. Still, she was too pissed that if she let this slide, she would surely not be able to sleep.

Damien questioned his mother. "Oh Vincent is in vineyard with your Nonno and Emiliena must be inside the library and Emilieno is gone for a college trip to Tuscany,he'll be here day after tomorrow.We didn't know about your visit son."She told him. "Oh mio Dio Damien quando sei venuto?"A girl in her early twenties literally stumbled down the stairs and gave Damien a monkey hug. "Bene, sono atterrato in Italia due giorni fa con il mio amico e sono entrato nella villa proprio ora."Damien talked with her in Italian.

I warned. "I'll try to do that..." "Fallo, ma metti tua moglie e l'altra figlia al guinzaglio, sapranno come muoversi," I said with a smile because I knew very well that he spoke my language, and many others, just like his daughter, only he kept it hidden like a box of surprises. Italian Phrases and Words: Fail, but put your wife and the other daughter on a leash; they'll know how to move.

"Ma'am, that young man is banned from the property. Your daughter gave me a direct order. She told me to make sure no calls or messages from him reached you. She said it was for the family's peace." The words hit me like a slap. So, he had tried. He did care. But my own daughter, my scandal, had built a wall between us. A hot, sudden anger flashed through me. "So, Leo really does care, but my scandal of a daughter is behind all this," I whispered to myself. I ended the conversation there, promising to deal with it after the event. But the anger stayed, a low burn under my skin.

Isabella. I lay motionlessly on my bed staring at the ceiling with Tears flowing down my face. My name is Isabella Cassano, and I am the only daughter of The Don of the Italian Famiglia. My father wasn't always like this. He was loving, caring, sweet and jovial. He would play with me and even help mum bake cookies, I used to look up to him, I wanted a love like theirs. He looked at my mum like the sun rose and set on her feet, but he just changed overnight.

Real mother of the year. My breath caught. I was aware of my appearance, messy hair, red eyes, but I did not deserve this. "Don't do this. Where is she, please, tell me where she is.” "I don't care," he snapped. "You're an omega. Weak. Pathetic. And your daughter too--wolfless and useless.” I had not time to answer, when I heard a voice behind him, which I knew was his. " urgh... she is back?