I Belong To House Castiello 소설 & 이야기

"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."

He was an old friend, someone I had saved from a very messy situation years ago. He answered almost immediately. “Stefano,” Tommaso said warmly. “Long time no see.” “Hey, Tommaso,” I said, “how’s it going?” “Great, man. What’s up?” “Tommaso, I need a favor,” I said, cutting to the chase. “No small talk.” There was no hesitation. “You know I’m yours. Name it.” “My wife is staying at one of your properties in Porta Romana. The Grand Visconti Palace,” I said, my grip tightening on the steering wheel. “We’re… having a difficult time. I need her room number. She’s likely under the name Elena Castellano.”

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.

Elang touched his reddened cheek, but instead of being angry, he looked even more serious. “Fine. Then let me introduce myself.” Delya looked at him, her breath still uneven. “My name is Elang. Son of Reno Barra Castillo and Jessy Anandita. Grandson of Samuel Wilson and Rebecca Katty Castillo.” Delya fell silent. Those names were not ordinary names. “You…” her voice lowered. “The son of the Castillo family?” “Elang Castillo,” he replied briefly. Delya’s eyes widened. So this man also came from a noble family.

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?"

He increased the cars speed, his grip on the steering tightened. One thing was clear. Wherever we were heading was dangerous. Why was he involving me in their business dealings? “Out now.” He growled as he halted in front of an unfamiliar building. Maybe the Castillos. They were the third biggest crime family…second now considering my family, and the Vitos were now one.

Jayden let out a bitter, broken laugh, shaking his head like a madman. "Bullshit!" he spat. "The royal family's surname is Vanslord! This man’s name is Castielle!" The elder gave a thin, knowing smile — the kind that made Jo’s skin prickle. "You are half-correct," he said. "Castielle... is his middle name." And with that, the final elder lowered himself onto his seat — leaving Dante standing alone at the center of the courtyard, the weight of his bloodline hanging heavy in the stunned silence.

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.