Novel & Cerita Maia Reficco Ethnicity

"What's wrong with dad? He blew off training this morning." "Really?," she asked, softly. I nodded my head. "I have no idea." My mom is a beautiful woman from another mafia. She married my dad to form an alliance which obviously ended up getting broken anyway. It happens a lot in our life. Many girls from other mafias have been sold or married off to another mafias. Sadly, that's just how things work around here. I'm not worried about that happening to me because I'm not 20 yet and my dad wouldn't do that to me.

"My world would end if I were to marry that woman, Hans." Hans laughed. "No one knows what the future holds, Kai. Who knows, you might even fall head over heels for her." "I'd rather die!" Kaivan snapped, unwilling to accept it. The aura of hatred was evident on his face. "So, what's the information?" "Anna Maria Lopez..." Hans began to read the report he had brought. "Born in Manchester, 28 years ago. The youngest child of the couple Giorgino Lopez and Zendaya Mei Holland. Her father is a British investigator working for the secret intelligence agency of the United Kingdom, commonly known as MI6. Her mother, a woman of English and Taiwanese descent, worked as a music teacher and passed away

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 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.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

She quickly ran inside. The kitchen was so big and spacious, with different maid running here and there on their maid uniform. This work is difficult but I have to do all this because of my sister Amelia. "Are you the new maid" a older woman who look like someone on her 60s interrogated me. "Yes ma I am." "I am miss Clara the head cook." "And you are".? Ashley,"nice name you got." "Here is your uniform you have to wear it when ever you are on duty."