David Rossi Daughter Novels & Stories

I asked, tearing her top. I heard her gasp but who cares, my lips turn in upward " You know Mr Rossi I have taken her virginity the night of her eighteen birthday” My one hand was roaming on her upper body, massaging her boobs, while the other was pinning her on the dining table. “Baby be a good slut and let me enjoy” I yelled grinding against her. “Mr Rossi ohhh I forgot to tell you, Your daughter like me bare inside her” “Please Steph No," She closed her eyes, tears rolling down from her eyes and vanishing in her red hair.

Rossi sneers from where he stands with Joey's gun still at his head. "You knew about it, too?" Zita gasps. "Oh, wake up, figlia! This is what we do…" Rossi argues. "No, Dio! We do not do this… You do this," Zita retorts. "We'll talk about this later, figlia. Tell your little fidanzato to remove his gun." Rossi orders his daughter, but she only shakes her head and turns her back on him. "It's out of my hands, Dio." "Cosa!? You dare turn your back on your padre?" Rossi screeches.

One could hardly make out whether it was a male or female. “What is this?” I asked Rossi. He went to the bed and lovingly stroked over the inert form’s forehead. “My daughter. She was in an accident.” He spoke with such tenderness; I could hardly believe he was the same man that peeled my skin off with a smile. He turned to me. “I want you to heal her.”

One is a freelancer with no social media presence—interesting, but no familyl connections I can find. And one... one is perfect. Almost too perfect. Maya Rossi. Daughter of Antonio Rossi. Twenty-eight years old. Head of Media Relations for the Cape Town Falcons hockey team. Which is owned by the Rossi family. My blood runs cold. I click through to her professional photos. Dark hair pulled back severely. Sharp, intelligent eyes. Beautiful in that controlled, untouchable way. It could be her. The bone structure is right. But in these photos, she looks nothing like my Stella—all ice where Stella was fire, all armor where Stella was vulnerability.

“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.

“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?

"Sofia had a daughter before getting married, and nobody even knows who the father is..." "Vincenzo's right. She brought this upon herself for not following the rules!" "I heard Don Rossi doesn't have much time left. Once he's gone, the Rossi family will belong to Vincenzo. Don't meddle in their affairs!" Every word cut into my heart like a knife. I clenched my fists and shouted through gritted teeth, "I'm not! I'm the principessa of the Rossi family! You're the bad one!" My mother was still trembling from the pain, but she still reached for me with everything she had. "Lia, don't be afraid. Mom's here... Have you lost your mind?! Lia is your daughter!"