Diane Giacalone Obituary Novels & Stories

Diane leaned back, her smirk widening like she’d already won. "Tell me, Giovanni," she mused, amusement dripping from her tone, "you caused that accident at the construction site to frame John, didn’t you? So Evelyn would hate him?"

Julia Guthram. She was the word on everyone's lips this morning. Dante stared dispassionately at the grainy photograph of a young beautiful woman in her early twenties side by side with that of a middle aged man, Robinson Guthram, who Dante vaguely recognized as a quite influential business Mogul in the real estate business. Their photographs was splashed on the cover page of New York's daily paper with the suggestive headline "Robinson Guthram confirmed deceased; A death worth a fortune." Alberto had brought him a copy of the morning papers earlier this morning and Dante was hesitant, but glad to admit that it was a relief to see another name other than that of the Castillos, taking over t

“Diane is serious about destroying your lives. She brought together a group of people who have a vendetta against both of you. Past workers, rivals, high school and college enemies, you name it. This group funded the local gang that messed with Astrid’s wine collection. They fueled the scandal and even instigated hate posts against the Machiavelli Winery on social media.” What?! I get to my feet, my veins simmering with rage; “You’ve got to be kidding me.” Kael shakes his head. “I really wish I was. One more thing…” My eyes widen in frustration. “There’s more?!” “Yes.” His voice lowers to a whisper; “Diane is not working alone. Claire Montessori was one of the masterminds behind the scandal.

Instead, I boarded a flight to Milan alone to join the International Medical Center and begin my career in clinical research. From that moment on, I was done with Diana Falcone. "I’ve explained this to you a thousand times, Nathan. Ian is dying. His bone cancer is terminal," Diana said. "The doctors said he has a year at most." "His final wish is to leave a child behind to carry on his bloodline." "I owe him my life... this isn't just about a favor; it’s about the honor between two Mafia families." Diana stood before me, speaking in that same gentle tone she always used, but

And I, as part of the Moretti family, held a kind of power and status I'd never even imagined before. … Half a year later, Lisa rushed in one afternoon, looking a little pale. "Mrs. Moretti, there's news about Mr. Daniele." I set my coffee down. "What is it?" "Mr. Daniele… is dead," Lisa said carefully. My hand froze for a second before I pulled myself together. "How did he die?" "There was a fight at the casino. A waiter stabbed him with a poisoned needle. People are saying he was Sofia's ex, and he went there to get revenge."

she whispered; Luciana couldn’t answer, foam on her lips, eyes glassed over Rosalie cried that night cried hard then buried the dress she wore in the garden and burned the carpet with her own hands. That should’ve been the end of it but it never is, is it? Because someone else had been watching Luciana. Someone who’d never been touched by her but would’ve killed to be near her. A man in Chicago, a remnant of Capone’s legacy, a man who still sat at the long table of The Outfit. He’d watched Luciana dance once in a Chicago speakeasy and never looked at another woman again, never touched her, never dared Until he saw her name in the obituaries cause of death: cardiac arrest. He knew better and

Percy was already on her nerves by accusing her of killing Yekkel. Olivia had to pick one of the most annoying lawyers just like her. "I have no further questions" Percy said and returned to his seat. Daniel stood up, "Mrs Diane, when you went to Mr Yekkel's apartment, did you see him?" he asked, "Yes, but I found him dead" Diane replied, "What did you do" Daniel asked, "I tried to call 911 but a police officer already came before I could do it" Diane stated, "What was your intention of meeting Mr Yekkel" Daniel asked,

I snapped angrily. "Kinley, you have been listening to Talon, of course he will tell these stories to paint Gianni in a bad light. Jolene died because she didn't listen to Gianni, he told her not to go to mob boss, but she thought she knew better. Theresa was stealing from him and feeding information to the police, he gave her an option to leave the country with enough money to start a new life and she refused, so he had no choice but to put an end to that. Talon murdered his own sister when she wouldn't turn against Gianni." I shook my head, "This is just too fucked up for me, Luca. No matter how you try and say it, Gianni is not a good person."

All of them armed and ready in case Isabella's lunch invitation had been a trap. "Well?" Dante asked as I slid in. "She talked. Gave us Vincent's next meeting location. Confirmed there are moles in your organization. And.." I paused. " Gianna Rossellini. Said she's been asking questions about us. About Luca." Marco turned around. "Gianna? She's like family. Her husband was Carlo Rossellini. Killed two years ago in a...a dispute. Territory disagreement. The commission ruled it justified." "She's been building her own network since," I continued. "According to Isabella, she's interested in bringing down the people responsible for her husband's death."

"This better involve a federal emergency or a dead body." "A dead body? No, but we’re mourning the death of a legend!" a boisterous voice boomed through the car’s high-end speakers. It was Atty. Paolo, the most unfiltered of Garette's inner circle. "Rest in peace, Garette Le Brione’s bachelorhood! 1990 to 2025. He lived fast, he sued hard, and he died at the hands of a nurse!" "Shut up, Paolo," Garette growled, though his hand remained possessively on Dianthe’s knee.