Italian Nobility Novels & Stories

The Caruso's and the Moretti's were there already except Pietro and Viola. The Ferri's of Sicily is present here. I thought my mamma said it's going to be a simple wedding, but this right here, the mayor of Milan, Adamo Adolfo and his wife Fiore Adolfo, The general of Vatican City- Michelangelo Basilio, The most prominent most powerful woman of leaning tower of Pisa, Signora Francesca Italo, even the most eligible bachelor of Rome - Enzo Armani, the most popular restauranteur of Florence-Filberto Jovanni.

Lombardi had a hard time tracking Marco Bruni's phone number. Apparently, the manager of Lucrezia Verga was not an ordinary person. The man who seemed enjoying to dress up turned out to be from one of the Verona conglomerate families, the same as the Lucrezia’s back then. In addition from coming from a rich family, Signor Bruni had apparently also ensured that his number remains in the elites and exclusive communities of the entertainment world. This situation made Lucrezia a well-paid actress and untouched by people with a small amount of money.

His presence was imposing, his gaze was intense, and his expression was that of a lion about to catch its prey. I had a bad feeling. “Chiara, may I introduce you to the signori of Italy (gentlemen of Italy),” my father said in a serious manner. “Marcelo Greco, capo of the Casamonica and our host; Paolo Esposito, capo of the Sacra Corona Unita; Stefano Lombardi, capo of the Camorra; and Alessandro D'Amato, capo of the Cosa Nostra.” Alessandro nodded, and the name hit me like a punch.

Although Guci happened to be the top luxury company in Italy, its influence was incomparable with Regal Palace. Previously, when Winifred came to Italy to participate in the fashion show, the local Rossi family had made things difficult for her. Back then, Guci was unable to do anything about it. Later, Tyr had wielded Regal Palace’s power to seek help from Milan’s other four great families and the top mafia family, the Herriot family, to resolve the matter. One could tell from the incident that Guci was only influential in the aspects of the business. As for other aspects, they were inferior compared with Regal Palace.

The driver got out first, and then a tall man stepped out from the back seat and opened the car door for me. Giorgio stared at the hand resting on the car door. Veins bulged faintly on the back of the man's hand, and a silver eagle crest gleamed on his cuff. That definitely didn't belong to the Vitoriano famiglia. Franco's expression shifted slightly as he lowered his voice. "Don Vitoriano, that's the crest of the Rinaldi family." A cold light flashed through Giorgio's eyes as he asked, "Which Rinaldi?"

I'm getting tired of her dancing around the point so I ask, "What table?" She smiles her beautiful but vicious smile and says, "The Conti family is the head of the biggest Italian mob family in New York and therefore America. They still have ties back to Italy as well. Their reach and influence is limitless and their wealth eye-watering. And here you sit, f-cking the man that's second to the throne without a care in the world." I knew there was something grand and old about their family. Traditions as strict as theirs didn't last in normal families. But being confronted with the reality like this, was harsh. I was happy to turn a blind eye, but now Valentina was forcing me to face it.

“You said two other crime families. Who are they?” “There are three heirs that live under the radar but will be very powerful one day. Saint Vittori is the most prominent one. Niko Volkov has Russian ties and Elian Makolli has Albanian ties. Many years ago, the three families made an alliance through marriage. In Italy over fifty prominent people were killed. The only people to walk away from that bloody war were those three families. They ousted the Russian Bratva, the Albanian mafia, and the Italian mafia, to whom they all had certain ties. A leopard doesn’t change its spots, Demetria, they are still very dangerous people.” “Then why did Dean Huntley allow them in here?”

"If I fucking knew, I wouldn't have been here to greet you. My wife's fucking missing, and with men that—. Hang on, what was it you were trying to tell me before?" "Ah, yes," Luca grimaces, a shadow of unease crossing his features. "There's a movement, it seems, called Puro. It was initiated by the elders of ancient Italian families, those who felt a deep, almost ancestral loyalty to their bloodlines when families like mine began to intertwine with non-Italian women through marriage. Whispers suggest that Rossi was intricately tied to this movement. My father, staunch as he is, stubbornly refused to accept the reality, even as the murmurs from his closest confidants grew harder to ignore, ur

After all, the marriage had been kept secret in a well-planned way, known only to a few trusted members and families within the Famiglia. Anna and Riya stood close enough to overhear what Carina and Elena were saying. They had heard of Cristiano Vitelli before but had never actually seen him. Now they realized Siena had married the most eligible bachelor—the son of the most powerful family in the country.

“No. I think that would be horrible.” “Horrible?” Taking the empty gelato cup from her, Duke rose and tossed it in the trash, then returned to sit beside her. “How do you figure? He was the Doge of Venice. The most important leader of the most powerful city state in the Mediterranean and spent the rest of his days living high on the hog in that grand palace.” Her wide doe-eyes blinked once as she stared at him. “Did you read any of the plaques posted in there?” “They were in Italian, darlin’. Unless you were translating, there wasn’t much I was getting out of them. Based on what our guide said, it sounded like a pretty sweet deal to me.”