David Rossi Daughter Novels & Stories

“She and Serena were close. If Serena’s going to show up anywhere, it’ll be there. We can just… wait and catch her.” My father’s face lit up, like she’d just handed him a blueprint to salvation. “That’s my smart girl,” he said proudly. Of course. My mother didn’t look convinced. She tapped her screen again, then frowned. “There’s a report on the news,” she said slowly. “Someone named Rossi got arrested by the FBI—something about drug trafficking. Is that the same man Serena went to dinner with?” She held up her phone. The image of Adam Rossi flashed across the screen, grainy but unmistakable.

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.”

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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."

Her face had that kind of beauty that looked carved from ice. “Hello, Julian,” she said, voice calm and almost musical, like singing a lullaby. “You’ve grown so much. You have your father’s chin.” Julian froze. “Who are you? How do you know my father?” “My name is Catherine Rossi,” she said. Maya’s breath caught. “Rossi? But… my grandfather only had two sons. David and Marcus.” “That’s the lie they told you,” Catherine said, her smile sad. “I was the third child. The daughter they erased. Because I fell in love with a man who worked in the kitchen. A man named Thorne.”

Her eyes widened and she moved her head in a no "But won't people know? Where is she-?" "That's not your area of concern Amara. She is still studying in London,she won't return plus no one has seen her. She was first homeschooled in London and then she did her masters in finance from there only " "But why..." "You will get to know soon. But first, let's start with the basics" "You are Alessa Roussou , daughter of David Roussou...." "And the only thing you have to do is, get close to the next heir of Accardi family, the youngest billionaire in town