Giorno Giovanna の小説・ストーリー

Defying Lorenzo was a gamble, but Gianna’s fire, her confession, her touch—they’d shifted his loyalty, a crack in the Castellano name he couldn’t seal. Across the city, in a Moretti safe house, Gianna stood by a cracked window, the city’s neon glow filtering through. A burner phone buzzed, Alessio’s encrypted message stark: *Steal Castellano shipment intel. Prove your loyalty.* Her emerald eyes hardened, her fingers trembling as she read it again. Alessio’s manipulation—invoking her mother’s memory—still burned, but his mistrust cut deeper. She was his daughter, his weapon, but never his equal. The note from Valentina about a mole in Kai’s circle echoed, a reminder of the war closing in.

* Gianna sat on her desk in her room, facing her mirror. She was scribbling something on her diary and suddenly stopped. She thought about those men that almost made away with her money but got beaten up by a strange guy. She thought about the strange guy, trying to remember his face from the dark. What he'd said back then was still a mystery to her. What favour was he returning? Gianna shrugged and continued writing on her diary. * The next morning came bright and clear in Tristan's hotel room. He was already up before sunset, getting ready to start his mission. He checked his email and there was still ki message from godfather.

I acted cool and searched for the loose tee that Viviana got for me from her favorite cloth shop. “Nothing, for now, Alpha. I hope to see you in school.” With that, I heard the tu-tu-tu-tu tone. The lady had already disconnected. And I found the tee tucked in my wardrobe. It was 8 a.m. and Gianna was eating breakfast. She was carefree. Spotting me coming over, she chirped and wiggled her eyebrows. “Good morning brother Alaric! You remember your promi-shh?” Gianna asked with the food stuffed in her little mouth to an extent that the word promise sounded bizarre. I took a bite of the fresh peach.

She smiled when I finally breathed out, kissing me softly. “I can see she really loves you. The last one she brought home couldn’t even remember her middle name.” He said, making my eyes crack open. Giovanna didn’t have a middle name as far as I knew. It was Giovanna Donatello, apart from pet names and the names her aunts had given her throughout her life.

Luca asked again with a face that seemed so enthusiastic. "What about the morning?" Olivia asked back, not understanding. "Well, what happened between you two?" "Between us?" Olivia furrowed her brow. Luca, Rayyan, and Meizar nodded simultaneously, while Geremia and Zello just looked at Olivia in silence. "Nothing happened between us," Olivia flatly replied. "After breakfast, I came here, and Sir Ignazio took Gianna to school." "Only that?" Rayyan asked, disappointed. "Only that," Olivia replied a bit tersely. "What were you expecting to happen?"

It was rather cold tonight. Be that as it may, Gianna wore nothing but a dress, looking like a seductive spirit in the black of night. Her long wavy hair was especially alluring and captivated anyone who saw her. She had just been here for half an hour, but several elegant men already went up to her and asked about the price for her service. Gianna told them off with some excellent Gerlandian. After she was through with them, she felt sorry for herself. She was no one to Noah and didn’t have any status. Instead of spending time with her loved ones during the festive holidays, she was out here, camping outside Noah’s apartment like a common whore.

His gaze flicked to Milo, the center of attention, and his brows knitted tighter. “You—” he started. Gianna, unsure how to handle the awkwardness, extended her hand. “Hi, I’m Gianna.” “Of course you are,” Joey breathed, his eyes lighting up as he shook her hand. Then he walked off without even glancing at me, as if he hadn’t just gawked at a supposed stranger for nearly a minute. “Sorry about Joey,” I said, massaging my temple. “No normal humans in La Belle.” Amara huffed. “That’s a normal Tuesday for Gianna. Heads just turn.”

Lisa kept taking sips from her juice slowly and was focused on remembering the lyrics of the songs. She had written it on the paper and kept glancing on it from time to time. There was a tap on her shoulder, she turned around and saw Giovanna. She was wearing a silver colored sequin long dress, shining all over with a bright smile plastered on her face. “Lisa, right?” Giovanna asked. “Yes, Miss Giovanna.” Lisa answered politely. “Have you prepared the songs.?” Giovanna asked looking at the paper in her hand.

Vincenzo yelled punching him. “No! No! I will speak!” He yelled. “Great. I’m listening.” Vincenzo sat down on the chair facing him. “Violet isn’t American. Her last name isn’t Anderson.” “Yes she is. I know her since we were babies.” I snapped. “Her name is Valeria Siankovski. Valeria Violet Siankovski. She is Russian. She’s the daughter of Konstantin Siankovski.” He added. “What the fuck are you talking about? Konstantin Siankovski died a long time ago. He doesn’t have any children.” Gio said.

The night before we are supposed to make our marriage official at the town hall, I decide to leave my fiance, Don Luca Camorra. For five years, Luca's friends have believed I'm nothing more than a gold digger. No one believes it more than Giulia Sereni, the girl who grew up alongside him. She claims that a woman like me—a girl who claws her way out of the slums—can never hide the greed in her eyes. So, to prove that I love Luca for who he is, not for his money, I don't spend a single cent of his money throughout all those years. Even the engagement rings we exchanged five years ago are carved from wood. But when Giulia finds out, she only sneers. "Someone who asks for nothing usu