Leonardo Dicaprio Parents Novels & Stories

“About what, exactly?” I took off my blazer and tossed it over the bed. “That the capo’s your brother?” I pointed at her and blurted, “That is exactly why. Because people question and react as if it’s impossible.” She gulped. “It’s not impossible. But I just . . . I could’ve prepared for the revelation if you had just told me beforehand. I already signed the NDA.” I sighed. “We share the same father. His mother is Phoebe Vitale, David Vitale’s late sister and the Mafioso princess, and my mother is Orlanda Conti, a commoner like Dad. There you have it. The truth you asked for.”

He will not wait that long to get the woman he loves. "I can not believe what just happened! You cost me my city, and now I am a meanless Don in the Mafia! I should have done my homework better, but I thought we were friends, and you will not lie to me, Leonardo! My poor daughter is married to your useless son, and I can do nothing! I have to move to a city where I can not make money, and you are not even part of the Mafia anymore. I must train your useless son to take over from me one day! I do not know what Lia is going to say! If I could, I would kill you! You can be glad your daughter is Donna Costa! She is the only reason you are still alive," My father shouts at Leonardo Costa.

"Leonardo, meet Madam Rosalie, my biological mother." He froze for a moment, his brows raising in sheer surprise. But that feeling soon transformed into one of regret as he realized what he had done earlier. He had completely disregarded the woman when he first entered. Oh shit. "My apologies, Ma'am, I had no idea," Leonardo said apologetically as he took a few steps forward, extending his hand to Rosalie. "Please, pardon my awful manners. I'm Leonardo Anderson, your daughter's husband and the father of her child." He introduced himself, a bit too proud for Hayley's liking.

Love you! Although every photo only showed Leonardo’s side profile, two years of marriage were not a waste. I instantly recognized that familiar face as my husband, Leonardo Demarco. I took screenshots of everything. I sent them to my father and wrote, [Papa, is this what you meant by the benefits of marrying beneath me?] Papa, who was also a Don, replied instantly, [Don’t be upset, darling. Papa will deal with this bastard right now! [He’s nothing but a don of a small family I recently helped rise to power. He dares betray my Principessa? I’ll completely erase his family from the Mafia.]

Unknown to all of them, the dramatic princess was just getting started! "Leo, you from around here?" Nicky curiously asked after she placed their orders. "You have an accent that is somewhat being shaded by an average North American's." Leonardo raised his sullen eyes from Natalia to her and nodded. "No, I'm not. My parents are Italian but we move around a lot because of mom's work." "Oh." She breathed. "Is it just the three of you?" Natalia asked pouring him a glass of water. He slightly lowered his eyes which held a mixture of emotions, mostly pain.

Old Leonardo nearly fainted, rushing forward and grabbing his son's arm, "I don't care what kind of poison that Carla has fed you! Get down on your knees right now! Apologize to Lillian!" Old Leonardo's voice cracked, "If you dare say one more word of bullshit, I'll change the will right now and give the inheritance to your cousin Luca! I mean it! Do you have any idea what difficulties our family is facing now? Do you think you know where our Eastern European route came from?! Without the 'Shepherd' family's silent backing, we would have been chewed up and spit out long ago!" Matteo stared at his father in disbelief, "Father! You'd do this to me for a woman?! Give the family to that waste of

He let go of my hands and this time, I didn't move an inch. "I employed you to work here at Pearsons...Everyone wants to work here, a five-star hotel recognized across the world but it wasn't always like this. No one knew the whole truth, that my father, the wealthy Thomas Vaughn died and left us nothing." He explained to me. I furrowed my brows, all my attention to Nicholas.

--- There was still music and conversation in the grand hall, as if nothing had happened. Elena's heart was pounding beneath her ribs as she walked back into the gathering. She found Capello first. Her father's shoulders slumped beneath the weight of his choices, looking exhausted. Bearing the choices that had destroyed her life. But when he looked at her, he felt something else. Guilt. “Elena,” he murmured. “Did you know?” She stopped in front of him. Capello swallows hard. “Know what?” She gave him a sharp look. “That Dino wasn't Sanchez’s son.”

"To that guy... um... what's his name?" Leonardo laughed, the sound rich and dismissive. "The fact that you can't remember her husband's name just shows how irrelevant he is," he said. "Maria deserves someone who can provide for her, protect her, and elevate her status. And that's exactly what I intend to do." The reporters ate it up, their cameras clicking furiously as they captured every word and every confident smile. "Look! Isn't that Maria's husband?!" A reporter blurted out, looking past Leonardo and staring at Rene stepping out of his 2001 2001 Pontiac Grand Prix, and immediately the flashes died, replaced by a murmur of confusion and hushed whispers.

Luciano threw his right leg over the left leg. "You see, your parents never really vanished or ran away from you. I don't know which version of the story you have heard but I am going to tell you the truth now. Am I not such a good person?" He asked and laughed hysterically for a few seconds while Larisa stared at him with disgust. "Leandro. Your darling Leandro killed your parents" Luciano dropped the bombshell and Larisa's eyes widened. "No... That is a lie! Leandro would have never done that." She shook her head.