I Belong To House Castiello นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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.”

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.”

"Classist? Elitist?" Alonzo sighs, nodding as he confirms, "I believe it was something along those lines, yes." Elara couldn't help the way her eyes roll at the thought - one she calls ridiculous as she assures them it was nothing of the sort. "My husband is a Castelli through and through," she explains. "Born and raised." Drusilla raises a brow. "And what happened to family is family?" "Family is family," Elara agrees. "But this here... this is business."

“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."