Italian Nobility Novels & Stories

It showed enough proof of how the Tomassini tycoon and his family of businessmen and politicians grabbed the top three spot, followed by the Falcos in the eighth. The Tomassinis mostly focused on real estate and finance, while Stefano Falco, according to the Internet, had been a shipping magnate for decades now. International shipping and possibly arms dealing, too, among other things. The Valtieris, like the previous year, didn't move away from the top five...still the fifth richest clan in all of Italy, and not just when it came to financial assets. Théo massaged his forehead. What should he do next? Which persons should he concentrate on? "Do I keep focusing on R or..."

The poor old man should have been at home, enjoying his last days with his family, yet politics and the quest for power had him walking through the halls of the palace all day and coughing with every step he took. “I wish our greetings and our visit were coming under better circumstances, but they are not”, the younger man said. He had finally dragged His attention away from me and back into the reason he decided to taint the courtyard with his presence. “What is it?”Vincenzo said irritably. On any other day, he would indulge them and entertain their formalities, repaying political talk with political talk, but it wasn't any other day. His children were missing. “We have come to show our sup

They couldn’t have been older than twenty-five. “They were friends.” “No.” Adrian smiled faintly. “They were family.” ⸻ He picked up another photograph. This one showed two men shaking hands before dozens of witnesses. “Your grandfather…” Adrian said, “…and Alessio’s grandfather built the De Luca Empire together.” “They ruled Northern Italy as equals.” “No wars.” “No betrayal.” “No blood between families.” Seraphina frowned. “Then what happened?” Adrian’s smile disappeared. “They fell in love with the same woman.”

Father Gabriel whispered, "The Bellinis..." Claudio smiled sadly. "No." "The Bellinis only protected the secret." Lorenzo's heartbeat quickened. "Then whose family?" Claudio didn't answer. Instead, he looked at Alessia. "Your mother belonged to them." Alessia stared at him. "My mother wasn't a Conti?" "No." "Antonio married Isabella." "But Isabella carried the bloodline everyone wanted." Lorenzo suddenly understood. "The inheritance wasn't money." "It was ancestry."

I asked as we went into the bathroom together. “Well it is a complicated tree.” Liora began, Italian accent dripping from each word. “You can make it less complicated.” I replied. She stared at me, hesitated for a while, then began. “The Moretti family consists of the Godfather Vincenzo, He's the oldest in the Clan. His business is different from the one the Don runs, but I believe it still has a connection with the Don. There's Nikolai and Frederico, his half brothers. And Elena The Godfather's wife.” She replied.

On his desk were scattered documents, pens, and a cold cup of coffee, but what caught my attention was a thick brown folder lying in the middle of the table. My hand reached for it. On the cover of the folder, it read: Vitale - López Marriage Agreement I opened it. The first page, the second, the third. "Hereby, the first party (the Vitale Family) and the second party (the López Family) agree to bind in marriage Luca Vitale with the eldest daughter of the López Family, namely Camila López..." I turned to the next page. "After the marriage is solemnized, Camila López will be taken to Italy and reside at the Vitale Family residence in Rome..."

"If you had just married Dante, our families would be an unstoppable force! But you—" "Father," Luca's voice came from the doorway. "We have a guest." "What guest?" "Julian Torrino." My father and I both froze. The Torrino family, along with the Rossis and Morettis, had long been the three pillars of power in Verona. But Julian Torrino was known for his cool, calculated approach; he rarely involved himself in the affairs of other families. "Send him in," Lorenzo said, straightening his collar.

Sure, he wasn't going to leave before taking care of the culprits but being a Don means he had to stay here for the lifetime. " It's your heritage. It was bound to happen one day. It's your duty now to protect the familia, to rule it." Adriano puffed out a breath, running a hand through his face. It was an inevitable decision, Adriano could not go over his nonno last word. The throne was waiting for his king. Adriano Antonio Pietro was going to be the next King of Italy, there was no question to it now

"What do her eyes tell you? Can you see the same depth as in the more recent pieces?" My speech suddenly slowed down, then stopped completely. An elderly woman stood next to a waist-high altar with the ledger open, drawing a golden anchor with a black feather. "Who is she?" I asked, swallowing my pride. Luca stared at the portrait. "Lucia Bartuccio, one of our ancestors," he answered eventually. I gasped in shock. "La Signora Nera Bartuccio (the Black Lady Bartuccio)?" "Now I understand what you mean by the style not replicating reality," said Luca, letting out a quick chuckle. "She looks sweet and innocent on here when, in fact, she was a merciless banker."

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"