Novel & Cerita I Belong To House Castiello

“Christian is his godbrother, his father is a cartel boss—he doesn’t really have anything to do with his family, but he knows his way around.” “That’s good!” My eyes widened at the idea of turning one of Christian’s own people against him. “What’s his name?” "Tiago Castillo." “Perfect,” I immediately wrote down the name. “You should invite him to stay over soon so we can convince him!” "That leaves us with two more people," Vince spoke. "I have very good reason to believe that Isobel won't say no to joining us for the auction,” he spoke. “She’s really good at selling stories. She sold Beau the story that she’s completely not insane and even got him to marry her.”

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.”

"After seeing you so torn up yesterday, I went ahead and did a deep dive on the man that left your apartment." "You did what?" I cry out, snatching the file from his desk. I rapidly examine the first page and let the folder fall from my grasp, spilling the papers everywhere. Tears fill my eyes. It's over. He knows who Castello is. "He is a member of the Esposito family." He spits out with utter disgust, rising from his chair and he stands in front of me. Looking down at me from the tip of his nose. "I can explain," my voice breaks.

The Castellano estate was a cold fortress, its stone walls echoing with the weight of legacy. Kai Castellano stood in Lorenzo’s study, his black suit sharp but his jaw tighter, his icy blue eyes locked on his father. The fireplace crackled, casting shadows across Lorenzo’s weathered face, his cane tapping the floor like a judge’s gavel. Kai’s refusal to kill Rico—Gianna’s warning about him at the gala still fresh—hung between them, a defiance that threatened to fracture their bond. Lorenzo’s order had been clear, but Gianna’s hurt in the church, her emerald eyes raw, had stayed Kai’s hand.

Reva's POV "It is too quiet here." The car drove into the estate as the gates opened automatically. What a Mafia techie the Castellanos are. I got out of the car and looked up at the big house. Casa Castellano. That is its name. It did not look like a home nor a safe haven, rather it looked like a giant stone box. A beautiful, sad, quiet box. And my life is about to run down that path. I looked around but found no one, there was no single soul seen on the premises except for the woman who stood by the door.

) he asked with a thick Italian accent. The men glanced at Isabella. "dove scusa capo ma questa cagna ci stava dando filo da torcere" (where sorry Capo but this bitch was giving us trouble) one of them said as the man shakes his head. "Sono circondato da idioti, mettila in macchina, i jet aspettano e dobbiamo riportarla in Sicilia in tempo per il compleanno del Don, altrimenti Giovanni ci ucciderà, ma prima che lo faccia ti ammazzo fino all'ultimo imbecilli"(Im sorrounded by idiots, get her in the car, vthe jets waiting and we need to get her back in sicily in time for the Don's birthday if not then Giovanni will kill us, but before he does I'll kill every last one of you imbeciles) the man

she revealed, sending a shiver down my spine. "Silvio Castillo, the Don of the Castillo family."

She collapsed to the floor. At my father's question, she shakily raised her arm and pointed at Cesar. Her finger was trembling uncontrollably. The instant she moved, one of my father's men stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face. Blood gushed from her mouth, and a few teeth went with it. Cesar's eyes went wide as he finally read the words in a veteran gambler's terrified expression, "Corsini". He realized the ultimate power in the Ibernian mafia world and the uncrowned king of Montefina was before him.

Isabella "Hey,those the last name Castle ring a bell to you?"I asked Chloe some days after the scene at the restaurant.we were currently in my other part time a coffee house known as Coffee Spot. Chloe were good friends maybe it's because we work together or because I don't have friends,she is also like a sister I never had.I was content with her,she was cute,friendly and all around a good type of girl.The type everyone need around especially when it's a personal life.