I Belong To House Castiello นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“Do you know who I am? I'm a very popular influencer!” Enzo choked on the words he was about to say at her speech, the atmosphere becoming static as he realised that she was the woman who scratched his car. “Eliana is Mr. Castello’s girlfriend,” he growled furiously. “She is a lady of the highest class and education, and is not some prissy princess who rides on the coattails of others. Nor is she a woman who relies on people on the Internet to make her feel good about herself while she does stupid stunts like taking photos on the hood of a stranger's yellow Ferrari!”

“Especially not who tried to have my brother killed.” Moretti’s smile vanished. “Your brother made choices.” “So did you,” Isabella shot back. “But I’m here. And you’re losing.” He looked to the Council. “You’ll accept this? A girl trained by enemies? Loved by traitors?” “She is Castellano now,” Tomas replied. “By blood. By law.” Moretti laughed, the sound sharp and bitter. “Then I’ll burn this whole dynasty down before I kneel to her.” Lorenzo’s gun was out before the echo of those words faded.

"I was held up by certain business deals. But I got back this morning." ​I stared at him, blank, trying to figure out who he was, before he extended his head for a handshake. "Castello, your husband​ is my cousin." "Oh my God!" I exclaimed as recognition hit me. I've never seen him before but I've heard his name from Hollis and from Isabella. "Castello, my husband has told me so much about you." "Nice things?" "You bet." I replied. "So you want to check the throne out?"

Alfonso, too heartbroken to say anything shook his head in reply. Isabel took a glance around the room filled with elders, hoping that someone would raise any further objection but no one dared to breath a word. Her gaze settled on Ignacio, Carlos’ father whom she had invited to be part of the meeting. He was once her dad’s beta, not until he kept an important piece of information from her dad. “Do you?” She asked Ignacio, who was staring back at her, daring him with her eyes to voice out his thoughts. Ignacio looked away instead, causing Isabel to scoff with scorn. He was as weak as his son. She then went ahead to inform them of the reason why she set up the meeting, and as always they agre

“You… know her?” “Who doesn’t!” Came Elena’s sharp response. “Ivette Castellano, a big time I*******m star and model who seems to have it all. But in reality, she’s only freeloading off her uncle.” “And who’s her uncle?” “Wallace Castellano,” Elena, disregarding the lie Noelle had told her before, took her phone and pulled up one of the latest articles, but the man’s face was a dark shade, making it hard for anyone to see. “Italy’s richest and most ruthless business Tycoon. Word has it that he owns a one out of two customized Rose Noire Droptail.”

"If I could have your attention, please. My cousin has an announcement." Dante kept one arm around my waist as he turned to address the room. "Thank you all for coming tonight," Dante began, his voice carrying the authority of a man born to command. "I asked you here to share some news. Isabella Castellano has agreed to be my wife." The room erupted. Shock rippled through the crowd. The Castellanos and the Romanos started to argue. "The Castellano and Salvatore families have been rivals for three generations," Dante continued. "But Isabella and I have decided to put an end to the petty competitions. When merged together as a family, we have more interesting conclusions than mutual destructio

Xavier Castillo For a Very long time, the Lombardos have dominated Oslo and I have been waiting for my opportunity to fight back. Our families are sworn enemies with each other due to long-term duels. My father George Orlock was the beta to the alpha, Alfred Lombardo but Georges fell in love with what the pack referred to as forbidden. I wonder who gave them the right to tell us what is right or wrong. My mother Stella is a distant descendant of the Aguilera clan.

she said, Still he stared at her hand, another elemental nudged him, "The queen is talking to you foriel" he said, He snapped his gaze from terras’ hand to her face and bolted right up, "I-ikira" he stammered bowing his head, Terra folded her hands on her chest and sighed, "So, what happened here?" she asked no one in particular, The flame guy stepped forwards and knelt on a knee, "Ikira, I am Castro of house illitirane" he said, "Get up" she replied,

Karen sit on the stood "He'll burn down this house if you don't come with,as much as he half jokes he means any threat he lays down" " I'm not scared of him" "But I'm scared of the house, it's your aunt anyways and now yours,put it to good use and I promise you that he's not gonna hurt you,Adir is the most lovable person on earth if he's calm"Castus grab his horse saddle fixing it properly. "You called him your highness does that mean he's from a royal family?" " Yes"Castus settle his gaze on the horse "He's the crown Prince"

They knew I’d fold. So I sat. Slowly. My spine stiff as iron, my fingers curling around the chair’s armrests. Micardo leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, his fat gold ring flashing under the chandelier light. “You think this is some fairy tale, don’t you?” he asked. “That love can fix everything. That Lorenzo’s just another broken man you can patch together with your tears.” “Get to the point.” He smiled thinly. “Fine. Your parents, Evan and Serah Castello, weren’t the noble saints everyone pretends they were. They were spies. Paid ones. They worked under my brothers for years, feeding us information, keeping tabs on the DeLuca family.”