Erin Moriarty Parents Novels & Stories

Her gaze was piercing. Isabella chuckled, “Well, No. My mom was just an assistant that happened to have gotten pregnant for her boss. She was sent away, as you’d expect. Signore Morreti had to send her away because his father was going to kill the assistant if he discovered she was pregnant with his son.

She has suffered enough. “Just as you know, the Giovanni family is in trouble because of Monte.” I nodded. That wasn't any news. “But, just as the Giovanni family is facing problems currently, the Morrieti’s are also facing issues.” “What do you mean by that?” I hadn't heard about them facing anything and if they were, how was I even supposed to know. We don't know who Neveah's parents are yet. I wouldn't have imagined that it was Morrieti’s. Nathan had investigated a lot and nothing in his investigation said something about these people getting involved with the Giovanni's.

he replied. She chuckled. "Still as dramatic as ever." "I prefer the term alive," he said flatly. "What do you want?" "I want an alliance," she said smoothly. He raised a brow. "From a Morano?" Her smile darkened. "Correction, I'm not a Morano. I was a pawn, a mistake raised by a man who wasn't even my father. My mother birthed Morano — The late Mafia lord. That makes me the forgotten daughter, because I disown the man that's supposed to be my father, long time ago.

I wasn't going to let this room swallow me whole. He studied me for a moment. Like he was deciding how much to reveal. "Your mother's name before marriage," he said, "was Morgan Moreno." I stared at him. "Yes," I said slowly. "So?" "Moreno is not just a surname," he continued. "It belongs to a bloodline. One that has been caught in the middle of a business war for over two decades." My breath stilled. "A war?" I repeated. "Between two men," he said. "My father. And Sylvester Cane."

“Oh, shit. That’s fucking terrible. What happened?” Mory scrunched up her face and closed her eyes for a second before she started. “His father was abusing him, and I missed it. He used to come to my office at least once a week. He was always clean and neat, just seemed lonely, was always looking for candy or a hug. He’s the one who gave me this bracelet. You know, I just thought he had a little crush or something. He never had a fever or anything. One day he came in and…I just knew something was different. I called his mother and told her he needed to be seen as soon as possible. She came and picked him up from school and took him home where his father beat him to… he died that night. I jus

“Mom, what do you mean? I don’t quite get it.” “Olivia Xavier is Adina’s mother. She died not long after she gave birth to Adina.” Morganna scoffed. “Xavier family was also a big reputable family at that time, and Daugherty Corporation had not been established yet. Look, Olivia was the Xavier family’s daughter. Why would she lower her status and marry a poor guy who had nothing?” “Why?”

"You’ll never see your wife and kids again." The threat wasn’t real, but it did the job. Fear flashed across Nike’s face, exactly the reaction Martinez wanted. With one last smirk, Martinez left the room, leaving Nike alone with his thoughts. ****** Nora was in the sitting room when Adams walked in. She straightened in her seat as he approached. “What did you find out? Who are her parents?” she demanded the moment he stopped before her. “She’s the daughter of the late Mr. and Mrs. Sterling. They passed away in a car accident when she was ten. She grew up in California, has no history of surgeries, and pursued a degree in fashion design, graduating as the top student in her class.”

He sounded skeptical. I explained calmly, “Tomorrow is my twentieth birthday banquet. My parents will announce the man I’m going to marry.” The atmosphere went silent as everyone gasped. They remembered exactly who I was. My father was the Don of the Moretti family. My mother was the head of the Carter family. From childhood, they had selected two fiances for me. They declared that on my twentieth birthday banquet, whoever I chose to marry would inherit the properties of both families and become the ruling godfather of the entire mafia empire.

Seven years of marriage, and I was finally pregnant. I stood there clutching the test results, my fingertips white from gripping too hard. I was born into the Morretti Family, one of the oldest and most powerful crime dynasties in New York. As the pampered daughter of the Don, I had been promised to Dorian since childhood, a political match, two families bound by one bloodline of power. That was the deal, and I had told myself it was love.

"Ms. Carter, you don't have to worry about this. When my parents return to Central City, you can speak to them yourself." Her frown deepened. "Then bring them here! I want to see what kind of parents could spoil a child this badly!" "My father's name is Torben Lane. Would you like me to call him for you?" I said with a smile. Her pen slipped from her hand and hit the desk. Her lips moved without a sound as she searched the directory and stopped at one name. The anger was instantly drained from her face, leaving her pale, with an unreadable expression on it. "You're... The daughter of Lane Group's chairman of the board? Why didn't you say so earlier?!"