Italian Nobility Novels & Stories

He didn’t like being dishonest with his father and right now, him settling down should be the least of their worries. “Your mother really liked her,” his father rubbed his chin. “She’s not Italian. I never planned on seeing her more than the one night,” he shrugged. Francesco sighed and sat forward gaining his sons attention. “You do know that you don’t have to end up with an Italian girl right son?” He asked him. Vincent raised an eyebrow. He knew that it wasn’t an actual requirement, but he knew that it was easier for everyone involved if a woman was Italian when she married into the family. Especially when she was married to the leader. The family would have more respect if she was Italia

"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

were locked side by side. Cristiano pressed his back to the bars, his mouth a thin slash. “We did this to ourselves.” Julian ran a hand through slicked-back hair. “Your arrogance got you caught. You were the son of a Marchesi stepmother, thinking you’d inherit everything.” Cristiano flexed. “Inherited nothing. You and Gabe made me the joke of Italian high society.” Gabe Jr. swung his arm to steady himself between the two bruised men. “Laugh all you want. You’re no martyr. You were buying influence in Brussels with dark money—Beltrame caught it.”

When did he even get here? “When did you even get here??” I voiced out my thoughts but instead of an answer, Bruno grabbed my TV remote from my bedside table and turned the TV on. With my brows furrowed together in confusion, I watched as he switched from one channel to the other searching for something and was about to ask him what exactly he was looking for when he finally settled on a news channel. My eyes narrowed at what was being broadcasted on the screen, it was about the most influential family in Italy… The Magliolo Family. “Never in my life had I thought they'd give so much respect to a butler" Bruno said under his breath, his thought as good as mind.

We're leaving; it's time," I said, and he held out his arm for me to lean on. We got out and started walking down a path of white flowers, cherry blossoms; everything looked so elegant and unique, it almost made me forget that this was not going to be my chosen wedding. My father stopped at the beginning of the aisle. I could see Lorenzo at the end, with his black suit exquisite and dashing; even though I hated it, I couldn't deny that he looked like a real Italian adonis; why did he have to be so damn sexy. His hair was perfectly groomed, not too long but not too short, his face perfect with that stiff chin; how could I forget that he was one of the sexiest men in Italy, one of the most sou

She looked around the numerous maids and guards watching her. Yeah! Don't be surprised..... The Walton family has its record of being the wealthiest family in Italy..... They got the money, the influence but not as powerful as the Mafia "ANGELO BANDINI " Arianna dipped her cutlery into the food but her hands kept shaking....cold sweat ran from her hair down to her face. Tear rolled down her eyes. "was this how she's gonna disgrace herself in front of everyone ...again? "she thought as her hands continued shaking.

And let me quickly remind us of their names again: Bruno the ice king Lorenzo the tall man Matador the blacksmith Alarico the balancer accountant Gennado the old wolf Salvatore the ghost money laundering Gravino the cleaner Edorado the fixer political elite ***************************************************** “How dare you look down on my wife?” Luca snapped, his voice cutting sharply through the soft music of the luxury mall. His glare was venomous, his posture rigid with wounded pride. “You’d better watch your mouth.” Rosa didn’t flinch. She stepped forward instead, looping her arm possessively through his. Her lips curved into a slow, disdainful smile as she looked the women up and down,

And Italian Mafia valued that honor very highly. "Originally, to become a family member, you had to be purebred. No matter how well you earned money or did your job, if you were mixed-blood, you couldn't become an official family member. You'd just be a collaborator. Of course, nowadays, with so many mixed-bloods around, they're gradually accepting them as family members, but still, only purebreds could rise to executive positions." Eugene looked back and forth between Doni and Jo. Both men were visibly pure Italians at a glance. They seemed proud of that fact.

"No." "Okay girl, so be ready to learn everything," she says while hooking her arm with mine. "The Italian mafia used to be run by the Genovese's for almost a century but the actual cosa nostra was The Russo's, so while The Genovese's ruled—The Russo's were under them as a minority that was till Alessio became the head." "After Alessio took his position as the head of The Russo family, finally the Russo's started working with The Genovese's instead of working under them."

"I'm already taking care of Andrea, don't worry. It's just that it would be very beneficial if Eva became Piero Ferrara's future wife." "What? I think I misheard. I don't understand. What's the benefit of marrying Piero? He's an actor," I say, perplexed and confused. "The Ferraras own the largest textile company in all of Italy. It would be wonderful to have their backing," the old man says with a cynical tone. "I highly doubt that Piero would want to marry me. I think you're delusional, grandfather. I better leave. It's a waste of time being here."