I Belong To House Castiello Novels & Stories

Ashton’s family was very nice; it felt like I was really apart of his family. “Oh, nonsense, don't call us Mr. and Mrs. Marino. You are a part of our family now. Please call us Nonno and Nonna." Peter smiled and his wife immediately agreed with him. I promised them that I would call them that instead of their names. “Let’s show you around.” Isabella took my arms and started walking away from her husband and daughter. This house looked like something out of the old days. Isabella told me it was an old Tuscan villa that had been in the Mirano family for years.

Cass offered, desperate to fill the void before the doom set in. Luke’s expression suggested he didn't give a damn about the etymology of a Castillo, but he muttered, "Tell me." "My middle name is Ricardo. For my grandfather on my mother's side. He was an Omega who looked after the pups. And Castel... well, my parents were fated mates, but they were from warring factions. They said no matter how much silver the world threw at them, they were each other’s fortress. A 'Castel' is a stronghold. A safe place." Cass rolled his eyes. "Plus, Lucia says she just liked how the vowels rolled."

It's true; even though they were poor, they were happy and together as a family. D.A needed to talk to Marionne, so she decided to come to the Castello estate. But when he got there, Marionne's car was in the garage. Nevertheless, she went in. The maids are the first to greet D.A and offered her drinks. Not moments later, Crisanto Castello slowly descended from the stairs. He looks better than how he was twelve years ago. "Hi Tito Crisanto, is Marionne here?" D.A politely asked her best friend's father.

The engineer walked into the house and then aimed for the entrance. The house was quiet as a cemetery because all the servants were gone. After rolling his eyes around, the man headed to the servant's quarters. When he got there, he identified the room given to Giselle and brought out a key. He unlocked the door and got in. He then shut the door from the inside and crashed into the edge of the bed. The man quickly pulled off his fake hair and moved to the standing mirror in the room. The man was June Castello.

Castellanos were proud. He entered the Castellano mansion through the kitchen entrance, as was his habit. The place felt different, though. A nervous energy vibrated in the air. He moved towards the main hall, intending to leave the box with a maid, when raised voices stopped him cold. Isabella’s, shrill with fury, and Don Antonio’s, a low, dangerous rumble. “—just let her walk away! She’s a liability now, Father! She knows things!” “She knows nothing concrete. And she served her purpose. The deal with Moretti is sealed. The shipment routes are ours. Her… cooperation was the price.”

Blaze was worth it. And so, anything he came up with about restrictions were quickly picked apart by whatever reminder she had of why she was now important enough to be deemed the exception. "And it's Mr. Castelli's house." Gio would attempt to correct the woman without actually correcting her, wanting to avoid offending her at all costs. The situation was already bad enough and he couldn't imagine making it worse. It didn't matter, though. Almost as soon as he's said it, Livi was quick to argue that, "well, Mr. Castelli just so happens to be my husband, so I'm sure he won't mind."

“He's a Castello!” Giulia's smile faltered and she crossed her arms over her chest. “He's just one of the soldiers. It's not like I'm dating the Capo!” I bit down on my lower lip, preventing myself from commenting further on the relationship which could very likely get the only person I loved killed by the Castello family. The Castellos and the Milanos were rival families, and because we worked for Mother - aka Sofia Milano - we were considered to be part of the Milano family too.

"So we spent the day trying to find songs that belonged to the old Castello Clan and narrowed it down to three people." He pointed to the projected screen on the board. There were pictures of three men with their names underneath. "Dante Castello, Domenico Castello, and Damian Castello." He pointed. "They're cousins in the Castello family. Dante's in the Maldives currently. He's the oldest but seems to not need his clan's gang. Domenico was ostracized when he was fifteen after he went on a killing spree and killed twenty out of their members. He's in a mental hospital."

I'll show you how to get geared up. "No thanks," I said, brushing him off. "I know how to ski." Matteo had always assumed I came from a wealthy family, but he had no idea that I was actually the Principessa of an old-school Mafia Famiglia. I had grown up playing such sports, but I simply hadn't had a chance to play while helping him build his empire all these years. As I effortlessly glided through the snow, Matteo looked briefly dazed. Isabella noticed his expression, and her face fell. She immediately dropped her poles, looped her arm through his, and pulled him aside to talk about the Castelli Famiglia.

Adolfo Castellano, Giada Castellano, Clara Castellano, Anjelo Castellano and Ricardo Castellano. I covered my mouth with my hand as realization coursed through me. They were his family. Adolfo and Giada were his parents and Clara and Anjelo were his siblings. “That means that–,” I whispered to myself. Could it be that Castellano was the former name of the Lombardi family or was Ricardo an imposter? As I looked through the document, my hand stopped at the sight of one word. Curse. I read it further and it said something about a family curse. But before I could read further, a shift in the bed made me freeze.