Maia Reficco Ethnicity Novels & Stories

she asked, as I slowly recollected the event. Mia was gracefully portraying the role of the ideal American wife of the prominent, powerful businessman of Chicago. Charity events, dinner parties, press releases—she was handling them with the help of a PR team. Although it wasn't entirely true—our father, Alessandro Romano, had a massive role to play in transforming her.

Mia (Cora Lorenzza) It had been ten years since my name had been changed to Cora Lorenzza. Lorenzza was the name of the Italian family that took me in. They helped my mother keep me safe by talking me out of Italy but in return all I got was heartache and tears. I never stopped crying they comforted me telling me it would be okay, but it would never be okay far from it. I wanted my revenge I wanted to hunt down those bastards and get my mother back, if it took killing them so be it.

‘I know you, aren’t you the daughter of Malik the head of the Alsaamita…do you remember me, my father introduced me to you’. Aliyah cocked her head suddenly remembering the strange girl who held her, she is the daughter of the head of Pericolosa, her name was too unique to forget, Monalisa. Both Monalisa and Aliyah heard sounds of men running towards them, Monalisa took a second look at Aliyah’s dress and knew she was been chased. Quickly grabbing Aliyah’s hand she ran, she could hear them shouting for them to stop but they didn’t instead they ran faster.

This is the first time Alesso is tasting her anger, and he is not liking it. Mia is not scared of Alesso. She is the daughter of a former mafia don and the wife of the present don. Even if she cannot win Alesso with physical strength, she is sure Reed will snap his neck in two if he even gives her a scratch on her skin.

added Isabelle, her tone downcast. “Humph! It serves him right! After all, who told him to keep such a high profile? He thought he could do anything that he wished just because he was rich, but look what ended up happening to him after showing off so much! He’s just a man with a bad fortune!” growled Maia angrily as she remembered her past encounters with him.

he adds, shocking her. “What?” “You are not Maia Lincoln. Your name is Amairaa Sarris, granddaughter of King Athas Ioannis Sarris.”

I opened the door of the small room on my right and opened it and someone emerged. I looked at her closely and saw that she had become slim and leaner than I had seen her a long time back, she was wearing very fashionable clothes but her face was pure and beautiful and it was none other than Marc's younger sister Ria Garcia. She was a true Italian beauty. Her father Italian genes, plus her mother's American genes had given her quite a unique sharp features. She smiled shyly and I responded warmly to her. “ Hello Ria, how have you been.” I said holding out my hand and having it firmly shaken.

“I start my new job tomorrow.” “That internship thing?” he asked, his eyes going back to the newspaper. “Yeah,” Mia said with a sigh. Her dad was an older version of Frankie, if a little soft around the middle, a little bald on top, and not quite as tall. Mia’s mum was short like Mia, although Mia could claim to be at least a couple of inches taller, with a mop of dark, short, curls streaked with silver, which Maria said was the result of the stress brought on by her five children. The Italian heritage ran strong in the genes of both her parents and the five kids had inherited the olive skin and dark hair, well, all except one of them.

She heard someone else say. At least, I don't dress like a hoochie. "She's cursed. She brought her parents so much misfortune immediately she was given birth to. Just look at her, a very revolting sight. Anytime I see her, I just want to puke." Makaila knew exactly who said that. Bethany Wright.