David Rossi Daughter Novels & Stories

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."

I don't care. Dad came downstairs sooner. He walked into the living room. His eyes landed on Amaya. He furrowed his brows. "Amaya?" He called. Amaya looked at him and gasped. "Mr Rossi, I don't understand. Are you......" I trailed off. I'm confused right now. "How do you know Amaya, Dad?" I asked. "She was the gardener's stepdaughter many years ago. What's his name again? Rodriguez Marco?" He said. Bingo. That's where I knew him from. He looked so familiar. "How is he now?" Dad asked.

“I can't believe that you all could think that a mother's property is hers and that of a mistress. Besides, I already own this company, and I have come to claim it. But since you want the bet, let's get to it.” She glanced at Alessandro. “Take it from here.” Alessandro approached Reign, who was flinching from the memory of Alessandro cutting his fingers. He tried to break out of the grip of the men holding him, but it was impossible. “Are you willing to speak now, Mr. Rossi?” Alessandro demanded with a smile on his face. “You know your daughter would be bullied if you didn't speak up now.” Alessandro used the cutter to lift Reign's face and look into his eyes. “Who is the real legitimate dau

The image of Adam Rossi flashed across the screen, grainy but unmistakable. My father’s face turned ghostly pale. Rossi had been running for years, untouchable. I wonder if it was the karma that after killing me, he finally got arrested. For my father, this news was the end of a dream. He’d been counting on Rossi—counting on that connection to crack open a new level in his drug game. Bigger clients. More money. “So Rossi’s arrested,” Gia said, brow furrowed. “But Serena’s still missing?”

It drove away. My blood turned to ice. The screen split. On one side was the video, now frozen on a close-up of Leo opening the car door for me. On the other side was a smiling photo of me from my company website. The reporter’s voice was serious. "The man in the video has been identified as Leo Grant. Sources confirm he is the ex-boyfriend of James’s daughter, Maya. The video was taken on the night of James’s fiftieth birthday party, just over a week ago. We have reached out to Ellie James and her company for comment on the nature of their relationship, but have not yet heard back."

"Aurelia, this is Rocco Rossi, he's Dario's father and yours as well." My eyes widened, " My father?" Rocco nodded, " Hello dear, I'm so sorry that I never looked for you, I never knew your mother was pregnant, if I did, I would have taken you away from that monster a long time ago. You look just like your mother, my beautiful Trista." I burst into another wave of tears, with the way I was crying, I was bound to get dehydrated soon. My legs moved and before I realized what was happening, I was hugging Rocco Rossi, he was shocked at first but then he hugged me back.

“I dug into the Rossi's history a bit to catch up and I found news.” “I’m so done with news at this point,” I grumbled under my breath. “I looked for a connection between the Di Falcos and the Rossis. Apparently, Helena Rossi, the daughter of the godfather of the mob world, Giuseppe Rossi, was married to a Di Falco. Because of many reasons, she and her husband used the Rossi surname, and had two daughters, Patrizia Rossi and Isobel Rossi.” “Patri-Zia Rossi,” I repeated. “Iso-Belle Rossi.” My eyes rounded with amusement. “Oh, fuck me. The cousins didn’t die ten years ago.”

He knew this was not his problem to fix he was there to make sure I could handle it. Marco Rossi was also there he had his arms crossed and looked really serious. Next to him was an older woman with her hair pulled back in a bun, Sofia Rossi, Vittorios daughter. She looked at me with eyes that had seen a lot. "You asked us to come " Sofia said, her voice was like leaves blowing in the wind.

the unmistakably damning images of Rene and Layla kissing. A furious scowl twisted Madam Rossi’s usually serene face. "Who released these?" she demanded. As her brows snapped together, Mrs. Leontis threw her hands up. "We don’t know! But I wouldn’t be surprised if it was your no-good son-in-law... probably trying to get revenge against our daughter now that he has the Rossi name backing him!" Her voice cracked into a sob. "And now... now the entire country knows! Our daughter’s image... her future... It’s ruined!"

Dawson knocked. Silence. He knocked again. "Carlo. It's Dawson Van Doren. I need to talk to you." The door opened a crack. An eye, brown, bloodshot, looked out. Saw Dawson. Saw her. "Go away." "I'm not leaving. Open the door." The eye moved to Brianna again. Stayed there. "She your woman?" Dawson's hand found hers. "She's Antonio Rossi's daughter. She wants to know who killed her father."