I Belong To House Castiello นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“The night you came with me to that late meeting. He was there. Though he didn’t get a proper look at you, he was in the room.” “That’s… even more comforting,” I deadpanned, sinking lower in my seat. When we pulled up, my stomach tightened. The house was enormous—larger than Leo’s—with tall gates, manicured lawns, and guards in crisp uniforms stationed like statues. As we stepped out, the front door opened before we reached it. The housekeeper—a tall, silver-haired woman with warm eyes smiled. “Mr. Castelli. Mrs. Castelli. Welcome.” “Thank you, Teresa,” Leo replied, his hand light but steady at my back as we stepped inside.

Katherine's feisty behavior did not sit right with him and he reasoned that she might end up causing trouble for him at the club where he wanted her to work. He needed his girls to be calm and submissive, and even though Katherine seemed the exact opposite, there was something about her that still excited him. "She'd be better off with Señor Castello," he said thoughtfully and picked up his phone. Castello was an Italian business man who had made a name for himself in the construction sector yet his major income came from his trafficking of foreign girls and Lucifer knew that he would be more than interested in a young American girl who was good looking.

Mateo's brows lift up. "Yeah. He's Nicholas, my father's step-sister's one and only son." Mateo replied. "Why? Does he look handsome than me?" Isabella's mouth opened wide in shock as she heard those words come out from Mateo. She wasn't expecting Mateo to say that. "W-Well... You actually look good than Nicholas," she blurted out without even realizing it herself. And it made Mateo bit his lower lip as he turned the car at the last direction towards the Villanueva's mansion.

"Bro, I am not gay! Even though my whole life I don't have a fucking girl friend, I am not gay! And we're cousins!" Jiro was about to punch him on the face when Caspian laughed loudly. "I'm sorry! You're being so serious early in the morning. I'm still having hangover!" Jiro rolled his eyes before turning his back against him. "Get the fuck up, Castillo. We're going to District 2." Caspian immediately stood up and went to his bathroom to wash. When Jiro starts to mention his surname, that's when he knows that the work is starting.

Handshakes that feel like damp tests of character. Then I see them. Antonio and Maria Castellano. He's distinguished, silver hair catching the light, warm eyes that assess everything without seeming cold. She's elegant in emerald silk that rivals my own, genuine smile lines bracketing her mouth. "Gabriel!" Antonio's accent is musical. Italian. "And this must be the mysterious Isla." Gabriel's hand slides from my back to my waist. Possessive. Claiming the asset. "Isla, may I present Antonio and Maria Castellano."

"Open your eyes. The Castellano crest, the Chairman's personal guard, the family crown. None of them can be faked. The woman in front of you is Aria Castellano, the Chairman's only daughter." The entire chapel erupted in whispers. Luca looked as if someone had carved the strength out of his body. He stared at me, and I knew the night in the safe house had finally returned to him - me shaking in pain, begging him to believe my name. "You really are..." His voice was raw. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" I laughed softly. "If I had, you wouldn't have married her. Is that it?" He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

"It's been a long time." Dashiell's grip on my hand tightened as he noticed Joel. He had a flicker of recognition in his eyes; something that made me think they had met before. Of course, they had met before. Joel was Italian. Joel Casio. A large rival family in Italy. From my calculations, they were probably the fifth most influential family in Italy. "Godfather," Joel greeted him with a smirk and bowed.

We entered our car and drove back to Our estate. We arrived at House Astaril, and we were greeted by the maids and someone I don't recognize. The woman slightly bows down to me. "Princess Hestia Katana Astaril" Then to my father. "Your Majesty." My father just nods then introduces me to the woman. "Hestia, this is Princess Eleanor Callista Castellanos, heir to the throne of house Castellanos."

"They don't belong here." Cassandra immediately played the part of the frightened doe, pulling the two boys behind her. "Alessio, maybe... maybe we should get a hotel for now..." "That won't be necessary." Alessio walked toward me, his voice turning dangerous. "Isabella will get used to it. Right, my wife?" "Get used to it?" I laughed coldly. "Get used to watching another woman's kids run around in my daughter's house?" "This is the Moretti estate," he corrected me. "Marco and Mike are my heirs. They need to learn how to be true Morettis here."

If he brought anyone with him, though, I did not see them as I approached with Callandria at my side and Alessio and Antonio flanking us. Callandria squeezed my hand, clearly anxious to face her brother. The similarities between them were obvious. They shared the same amber eyes and Castellano features, though Marcello was over six feet tall. Before Mark Castellano blew up our worlds, he and I got along well enough. We were not necessarily good friends, but we were not enemies either. We coexisted without malice, exchanging pleasantries whenever we crossed paths. At least, I thought we coexisted without malice between us. Perhaps I was wrong. Because he certainly said nothing when his fuckin