David Rossi Daughter Novels & Stories

“You this worried about her? Don’t tell me you actually caught feelings.” Leo denied it quickly, a faint, unmissable panic in his voice. “Are you crazy? Isabella’s coming back to the country soon. I don’t have time to waste on this.” Isabella Rossi was Leo’s childhood sweetheart, and the only daughter of the Rossi family, one of the Corleones’ oldest allies. My heart plummeted straight into an icy abyss. I’d always known Vincent hated me. He was convinced my mother’s arrival had driven his birth mother to jump off the rooftop.

"Ms. Rossi has presented—" "Ms. Rossi has presented a masterpiece of fiction," Julian interrupted. He signaled to Marcus, who opened the briefcase and began distributing tablets to every board member. "If you’ll look at the screens in front of you, you’ll see the real birth certificate of Alessandro Rossi. Born in Lake Como. Father: Count Lorenzo Di Medici. Status: Non-Sterling." Sienna’s face went from smug to a sickly, chalky white. "That’s... that’s a fabrication! Julian is trying to discredit me because—"

A good family, an amazing stepdad, and a man who loved my mom more than anything. Although I know there were days when my mom looked sad and lost. Especially when my father, James Landry, didn’t want to sign the divorce papers to let her be free—just to punish her. It drove my mom sad while she was still battling her sickness. While Gavin Del Rossi never left her side. Gavin Del Rossi, who was the president of Rossi Consolidated, a billionaire, and my mother’s first love when she grew up in Italy. I was brought in as his daughter. He loved me like his own. At sixteen, I had come to know the Rossi family, especially meeting the four Rossi sons.

Ariana spotted me while my mind was still wandering, and waved excitedly. Her black bikini clung tightly to her tall, curvy frame—just like her personality: gorgeous and fierce. I had no idea how to dance, so I waved them off and sat down by myself. After a while, the music stopped. Chloe and the others came over. My son walked up too. "Dad, something urgent came up at the company. I have to go check on it. Take care of the girls for me, will you?" Disappointment flickered across Chloe's face. "You're the only one who knows how to drive that jetboard. That's the whole reason I came."

“It’s Giuliana Bianchi.” There. I said it. Daughter of the Bianchi family. An heir to an empire of guns, drugs, and fear. But Signora Rossi didn’t blink. Now, I’m the confused one. “I know." she said calmly. She setts her tea cup on the table beside her.. I stared at her. “What?” “I’ve known since you moved here.” She smiled gently. “We all have.” My heart skipped. “We all have? What do you mean, you all have?”

“I’ll agree it’s tragic, what happened to your wife and daughter, but to go to such lengths…” Rossi slams his glass down on the table, liquid sloshing and spilling onto the wood surface. “Teresa was the love of my life,” he says, pain clear and harsh in his voice. “And the day my daughter was born, Marlene became the most important thing in my world. Have you ever felt that kind of love, Alexander?” I set my jaw. My thoughts immediately turn to Zandra. If anything ever happened to her, I don’t know what I’d do. If Rossi had harmed her instead of her brother that night, would I not go to the very ends of the Earth to deliver his comeuppance?

Nathan had sneered. "I apologize, I don't believe I introduced myself. I'm-" "Agatha De Rossi. Daughter of Aldo De Rossi, of NexGen Technologies. I recognized you from the moment we collided." His eyes held no judgment. I noticed his use of my maiden last name. "You know who I am?" "The heiress to the illustrious De Rossi dynasty? It would be difficult not to, in my circles... Though I admit, up close your beauty far outshines any descriptions." His smile was kind, without an ounce of insincerity.

My fist tightened against the grip of my gun. "Sophia Rossi." His smile widened, "Hand her over, and we'll be out of your pretty little hair." "That is not happening. You have thirty seconds to get the hell off my property, or you leave in body bags...Your choice." Viktor paced slowly, two men by his side vigilantly watching my men. The way I see it, I had the numbers and the terrain, there was no way in hell they thought any of this through. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be." Viktor said, "Stephan Rossi is one of ours, and you took his daughter. Which means, you took what belongs to the Moretti family.”

Although it was early in the night, a large portion of wolves had found their mates, and were dancing softly together, or had exited the ball early to be alone together. “Alpha Evander, Luna Ida,” my father greeted, and all three of us bowed. “Betas Marley and Imara,” Evander grinned. It sounded strange to hear my parent’s names; I always thought of them as mum and dad. “And who’s this?” Luna Ida asked, peering inquisitively at me. “This is our daughter, the Young Beta Arienne,” my dad said. I bowed again. “It’s an honour to meet you,” I said, nodding to each of them in turn.

You are my biological son so don't listen to anything those fools have to say she yelled infuriated. “Am so sorry mother!” Dave replied hugging her affectionately. She hugged him back and encouraged him more. By the way “Who are you!?” Rosalia asked turning to Milana. I…I…Am Milana replied stammering. “She is my friend” Her name is Milana, Dave declared grabbing Rosalia’s hands. “A friend!?” Rosalia questioned confused. Yes, she is uncle’s friend Georgina proclaimed with a smile. “Ok!” thank you Milana for fighting for my Son. Rosalia said patting Milana on her shoulder.