I Belong To House Castiello Novels & Stories

"Please escort this lady out." Two massive men immediately surrounded me. I didn't move. "Back off. I am a Castello." A low ripple of laughter spread through the crowd around us. Julian raised an eyebrow. "The Castello family? Alessia, you wrote a pretty good script today." Caroline covered her mouth and giggled. "Alessia, if you're going to lie, at least make it believable. The Castello family? You?" "I'm telling the truth," I said coldly. "My father is Victor Castello."

I was startled by the door opening, and Marcello walked in. “Hello, sweetie, let me introduce myself. I am Marcello Cayden Castello, heir to the Castello empire. “Why are you doing this to me?” “Because whether you know it or not, you're quite special. Now I’ll have some fun with you, and when I’ve had my fill, I’ll return you to,” he said laughing, and my stomach sank.

‎ ‎Because Castelle wasn’t just a pretty, broken thing anymore. ‎She was his addiction, His fucking obsession. ‎And he needed to own her, and that too, very fast ‎--- ‎ ‎

Castellora, Santoria. "You're the illegitimate daughter. So what does that make your kid?" Dante Locatelli looked at the pregnancy test in my hand. I froze. "What's that supposed to mean?" "Means he's illegitimate too, babe." Before I could even breathe, he kept going. "You're my side chick now. I'm marrying your sister. She's the real Ambrosi daughter. She actually fits my life." "What about me? What about our baby?" He lifted a brow, that cocky little smirk sliding onto his face. "If you can be illegitimate, why can't he?"

I stepped into the bathroom after finding the perfect pair—A plain pants, and a blue shirt. “You’re ready?” Cristiano asked, his eyes burning into my body as I strolled down the stairs. I hummed in response, halting in front of him. “Don’t speak unless asked.” He ordered, dropping his feet to the floor, “We have a business deal with the Castillos, and the last thing I needed was having you fuck it up.” He state in an icy voice, rising to his feet. “Why bring me if it was so important then?” I snapped, chewing the inside of my cheek. He didn’t respond, and simply dragged me out of the building. He shoved me into the front seat, and slammed the door shut before walking to the other side of the

I tell her “Please, I plead you to give me her address and I will make it right.” “ I will give you the address because I know you won’t come out of their alive. Her father is really over protective of her and sometimes becomes dangerous like a mafia king. So, good luck.” She said “Give me your phone. I will type out the address on it.” “Thank you so much,” I replied giving her my phone. She typed the address and I headed to her place after opening the GPS. After fifteen minutes of ride, I reached the beautiful and posh looking mansion which could be called a fortress. Yeah, Castello’s sure are richer than the Blacks. I pulled in front of it and stepped out of my car. The door was opened by

He reminded me of the child I had lost because of my stupid decisions and that was the last thing I needed today. When we finally left the house, Cortez reminded me just before I entered my car. “Remember our deal, Alessandra. You can't hurt the kid.” “I won't.” My mind raced with different strategies at this new discovery, looking for the best solution to utilize it carefully. I smiled. “I now understand why you were so protective over the boy, Cortez.” My enforcer grew rigid. “I don't understand what you're talking about.” I tapped his shoulder. “Oh, don't play coy. Anyone can recognize who his father is from a first glance. The unmistakeable green eyes that make him a member of the De Cas

Lucy Castellano. I reread her name, repeatedly, my fingers drumming continuously against my silver-lined desk, not that I hadn't found out the truth, but because I was doing everything possible to find an escape from her. A reason for her to hate me, for us to hate each other. Castellano wasn’t just a name you hear regularly; it was more than a bloodline. It was a name that perfectly describes a ghost of the underworld—a dead, long-gone dynasty with more than enough buried gold to buy exactly half of Europe.

Every head turned to the entrance, watching as Dante and I walked in. I saw Vince. He was sitting at the far end of the table, his suit clearly cheaper than Dante's. When he saw me, his face went white. "Isabella?" He shot to his feet. "What are you doing here?" Dante’s hand rested on the small of my back. A clear claim. "Allow me to introduce my wife," Dante's voice echoed through the warehouse. "Isabella Costello. Princess of the DeLuca family." The room erupted in whispers.

I gritted. My father’s house, the Castellanos mansion, was one of the few places where I didn’t have to pretend, where I was just a man, a son. I wasn’t Adonis Vitale here, but Xander Castellanos, the eldest heir to the Castellanos Industries. Not a Mafioso, but a billionaire fifty-fifty owner of a multinational business. “Oh, that’s bad.” Dad scrunched his face to show his cringing discomfort. “He missed out on that bit of information.”