David Rossi Daughter Novels & Stories

Rossi’s voice and when he answered, I braced myself and spoke first. “Mr. Rossi, this is Alessandro Brambilla. I am with your daughter; she is safe for now and Mr. Xavier is with us.” I didn’t want him to think I was calling as a threat. “I don’t believe your daughter will remain safe. I did not have her friend assaulted nor would my crew do it. If you value your daughter’s life, you will bring her home. If you will not do that, I ask permission to stay in her dorm with my crew in order to keep her safe.” “Put my daughter on the phone.” The words were soft and I had no idea what he was thinking.

At Le Château Royale, the clinking of silverware was the only sound between them. Lydia and Rowan ate in silence. Rowan finally broke it, dabbing his lips with a napkin. "So... you're a Zander?" His voice held amusement. Lydia met his gaze. "Yes." A slow whistle left his lips. "Damn. The woman I pulled out of a pool turns out to be the President’s daughter." She shrugged. "Life happens."

"What girl?" "Please, don't insult my intelligence. Velia Argento. Antonio's daughter. My sources tell me you've grown quite... attached to her." Rosario sounded amused, "How deliciously ironic. The daughter of the man who helped destroy your family, and you've fallen in love with her." "She has nothing to do with this," Venom said through gritted teeth.

She spoke first. "I am Luciana De Rossi. Firstborn of the Dominion. Mother to no one. Enemy to myself." Cameras clicked. She continued: "Let it end here. Kill me. Spare the child. I stand as penance." A pause. "Let me be the last death this war needs." Somewhere above the summit, in a shadowed ventilation shaft, Aria De Rossi watched through a high-gain scope. "She’s playing them," Roji whispered in her ear. "She wants you to bite."

Because the little girl he couldn't kill years ago look cute, innocent, and scared, not hot, over sexy, aggressive, and ready to fight. He scoffed, placed his elbows on the table, and buried his head in his huge palms. "I don't know how it worked out well or how she had escaped and survived but Alita and Gio are children of a couple your father had executed long ago" Rocco started "When I checked, I was still in your father prison when you went with him. If I am not mistaken, I would say you know her as Alita Roberto the daughter of Casey and Jay Roberto who escaped with her one-day-old brother Gio twelve years ago"

The sound of her voice was almost drowned out by the pounding of her heart beat, almost as if it knew something awful was about to happen. "Nothing bad, of course," Doctor Andrew's words had almost put her at peace, until she realized there was a pause and was once again on edge. "It just happened to be that the Chairwoman and Madam Rossi's blood have a match of a hundred percent. If I didn't know any better, I would say Madam Rossi and the Chairwoman were more than just distant relatives, more like biological mother and daughter."

Silas called out, his footsteps echoing in the cavernous office. Czar didn't look up from the darkened screen of his laptop. "Speak, Silas. What have you found?" "I have completed the research on the woman from last night," Silas said, stepping into the light. He knew better than to mince words. "Her name is Seraphina Rossi. She is the illegitimate daughter of Harold Rossi and Clarissa Fairchild. Her mother was a mistress, a fact the Rossi family has used to bury them both. Clarissa is currently in a terminal coma at St. Jude’s; she’s scheduled to be evicted within the next forty-eight hours due to unpaid bills."

My jaw clenches. “I’m sure if I was the one that interviewed Isabelle,” I lean back, “I would have known something about her wasn’t adding up.” “Well, you do have a point.” She pouts, giving a shrug. “Turns out her real name was Daria Ross. Daughter of the mafia lord, Von Ross. She also went to Crystal High with y’all. Same grade level.” Oh.

Jackie stared at him with her smoky eyes and got up suddenly to stand before him. "You are Mr Richard Ferdinand Rossi, second son of the fifteenth generation of the Rossi dynasty. Born to Mabel and Jeremiah Rossi, surviving heir of the Rossi inheritance and co-owner of Petals Cosmetics and Pharmaceuticals, never married, no relationships that lasted more than a month, and a hopeless playboy. Shocked? I do my homework detailedly. Can you leave now?" Richard was beyond shocked; he was dumpfounded. He had never had his life read to him like a biography. She was clearly angry with him and she looked the part.

never once asking where his daughter had gone. Riccardo had no choice but to go to the Rossi family meeting hall. Lia's father stood at the podium, beaming. "Rosa has endured too many hardships these years. Today, I grant her the title of Donna!" Applause rang out from below. Rosa linked arms with my father, her eyes full of triumph. Lina was there too, hiding under Rosa's wing these past few days, terrified Riccardo would strike her. Riccardo's anger boiled. He rushed forward, about to announce Lia's disappearance.