Italian Nobility 소설 & 이야기

Simply because he was the Duke of Florentine duchy who was next in rank to the imperial family. Tessa wore a troubled expression on his face, "T-That ... Duke, I'm afraid I can't do that." Duke Florentine flared up even more. "What do you mean by that?! I know all of the powerful families' sons, and this one here is just an unimportant person! Grab him and throw him out!" When he finished his words, more than 30 knights surrounded them. In front were the General of the royal army and Francia of the first imperial knightage.

The thoughts that any of the foolish gambler would own her fueled my own response, making me propose the most ridiculous of prices “Fify million euros,” I blurted out. The entire room fell silent and all eyes fell on me. It might look too much to spend at once but it was nothing for me; Salvatore Niccolo. The youngest of the Niccolo family, a long line of bloodthirsty,ruthless Mafia in Italy. I rule alongside my brothers Stefano and Vittorio, they love me and wouldn't mind me spending that much for fun, for something I wanted to own.

His usual charming smile is nowhere to be found, replaced instead with a look of unease. I suppose I can’t blame him. This move we’re making is risky but necessary. I have nothing against the Valderrama Family. This isn’t personal. They’re just another obstacle in my way. I’ve always known my family and I were made to rule, descended from Italian nobility long since swept aside by history. We were always meant to be more than we currently are. If all goes according to plan, my brothers and I will be doing more than just running a taxi company—but all of Sicily as well.

“I hope this is important. I do not have time to waste.” “Don Nikolai,” Mateo said, his voice respectful. “It is important.” “Is this about my daughter’s marriage to your son?” “Not at all, Don Nikolai… It’s something else, something of grave importance.” The voice on the call was calm, but a quiet, heavy calm that threatened violence beneath every word. “Speak.” “It concerns Italy. The Romano family.” There was a pause, then a low chuckle. “The Romano family. The ones who dared send spies to Moscow years ago. What now?”

I’ve seen their yacht at the docks once, and it was huge; I could almost compare it to a cruise ship. Growing up in Italy, the Falcone name was a household name; it was on everyone's lips. Anyone with that surname we were told to be careful around; if anyone were to get into trouble with them, they would mysteriously disappear, and no one would do anything about it. They were spotted around royalties but also married into the royal family or betrothed; they hung around ministers; and they were also known for being sinister.

Two of the four clans had already arrived. To my right sat the Rosetti twins, Antonio and Matteo, heads of the Sicilian clan. They were identical in every way except for the small scar running down Matteo’s jaw. Both wore that same smug arrogance of men who thought they couldn’t be touched. Across from them sat Don Carlo Vitale of Naples, a man whose name alone could silence half the Italian coast. He was older, quieter, but no less dangerous. His calm was the kind that came from knowing you had enough bodies buried to earn peace. The last seat, meant for the fourth clan, the Romano family from Russia, who ran trade through Eastern Europe... was empty. They were running late, as usual.

(Count Monti) He explains the matter carefully to his wife about the well-known facts, in Aeternum nobility title means nothing but meaning that you are someone who comes with a long linage, that nobility title does not mean anything at all, it does not grant you power nor a confirm privileges. To live in Aeternum, this is the fact and the new norms that everyone has to expect, equal status to all its subject.

"Her father was a priest, A good Italian priest and there is not a single man who would dare to speak against her. I wanted him to marry De Luca's daughter but wouldn't have trusted that girl a bit. Pastor’s daughter is way better than any bitch or gold digger. " Ethan sighed and nodded, "I hope we don't regret this decision of your son." Olivia snapped her gaze to her husband. "Our son knows what he is doing, Husband. He wouldn't let anyone make him sacrifice anything he wanted for his throne. He will not choose but take everything." Ethan looked away from his wife, he was tired of this never-ending debate and looked at the stage as Giovanni was introducing Bella to the high-ranking Cosa No

As they drove up the winding driveway in the late afternoon, the sky was a bruised purple. People in tailored linen and silk wandered the courtyard. Lorenzo was waiting at the massive white doors, a glass of brandy in one hand and a thick cigar in the other. He looked every bit the aristocrat in his gold waistcoat. "Is he a Count or something?" Lanka whispered as they stepped out of the car. "His blood is bluer than the Mediterranean," Santiago replied. "His family has owned this land since the Renaissance. He’s as 'old money' as the Mafia gets."

Liana was visibly upset, she got up and walked to where I was, she splashed her remaining wine on my face, it trickled down and splashed on the gown her dear son picked out for me. “You should be proud to be a member of my family! We are as ancient as the country itself, the argentos were there at the origin of Italia, and we will be there till the end! Your bastard son would be lucky to be raised in the ways of true argento men!” she yelled.