Maia Reficco Ethnicity Novels & Stories

As I ate breakfast, I asked them where they were from and how long they had been working in the palace. Maia's family were from Valeria, and her parents also worked in the palace. I also just knew that she had just turned 21, and started working for the royal family after graduating from high school. She wishes to attend university, but her father got sick, so she decided to help her mother work instead while her younger sister cared for their father at home.

Neema said to me with a conspiratorial grin. I shook my head amused and followed her into the palace. “What's your name little one?” Neema asked. I was silent for a bit. I obviously couldn't tell her I was Arielle the fabled warrior princess of Gaham. She wouldn't believe me and would probably laugh. “I'm Marissa,” I said after a split second. Prefering to give her the alias I was originally supposed to use. “Fancy name is it. Your parents think they're lords or sumtin'. Giving a scrappy girl like you a name like that.

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.

Adriana found her there, as always, her cousin’s eyes sharp with curiosity. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost, “Adriana teased, though her voice softened when she saw Emily’s pale expression. “What happened?” Emily hesitated, then whispered, “They’ve arranged my marriage. To Antonio DeLuca’s son. ”Adriana froze. Then her lips parted in disbelief. “Jason DeLuca? The mafia heir?” Emily nodded, her throat tight. Adriana cursed under her breath. “Emily, you can’t. He’s not for you. You’re a princess—pure, radiant, the people’s symbol. Marrying him will drag your name into the mud”.

Philip rushed to the baby's side, feeling overwhelmed with emotion. "It's a girl," Maria whispered Maria smiled weakly, feeling a sense of relief and joy wash over her. She had been through a difficult labor, but it was all worth it to see her precious daughter. "What should we name her?" she asked, looking up at Philip. Philip looked down at the baby, studying her delicate features. "I think we should name her Mia," he said, with a soft smile. "It's fitting, don't you think?" Maria nodded, feeling a sense of awe at the name. Mia, meaning beloved in ancient Egyptian language, was perfect for their child who had been born on such a special night. She watched as Philip cradled Mia and rocked h

"My name is Renata Emmy Dill." "Nice to meet you," she mumbled. Maia was amazed by the structures, furniture, designs, and how beautiful the pack house was. Her home is way more classic than others. Her parent is a fans of old fashion styles and designs, so she's like living in the past. She must be happy but, her heart feels the opposite. The marriage thing is not in her vocabulary. She wants to live her life to the fullest first before she settles down. Plus, the fact that her father used her as a prize for their partnership is hurting her so much.

She called out. "On the lawn tackling Logan." I laughed. She made her way towards Cris as I hugged Luca. "Mia!" I said grabbing her as she reached out for me. She had light brown hair a mix of Luca and Kiyara's hair color, and blue-green eyes she got from her father. After I had Cris, Luca and Kiaya got married and not soon after were pregnant with Mia. Only 2 months after I had Carmen, Mia was born. Just as Carmen had Nicola around her finger so did Mia. Luca loved his daughter just like he loved Rose while she was 3 and did practically whatever she wanted. At the age of 25 Kiyara was working as the head designer at Vogue and Luca still works with Nicola.

another old man said Kai felt the urge to find the ultimate partner for him to give him an heir. He had search everywhere in Aleris for an eligible bachelorette but he couldn’t find any. Not until he met Maia, a princess from another planet. Maia is beautiful and slim. She is tall, intelligent and skillful. Her long hair is auburn in color while her eyes are hazel in color. Kai instantly fell for the beauty of Maia. Kai is also very handsome, he has a very broad body and a masculine figure. His eyes are blue and his hair is blond. He is also tall, a six footer guy. He is good in combat and excel at leadership. They met when the parents of Maia visited Aleris. That time Kai is accepting possi

"Catherine, introduce my wife, Maharani," said Mas Suma, pulling my hand closer to her. "Maharani, this is Catherine, Pak Wahono's daughter," he added, pointing at her. We shook hands. She smiled back at me with a glance, saying her name. Then, back to look at my husband. Her gaze seemed cold towards me. There is an implied dislike there. Ah, maybe it's just me. No wonder, she is not an ordinary staff. It turns out that she is the daughter of Mr. Wahono, he is the largest shareholder after the Adijaya family.

“Mia.” I stopped and turned toward the voice. Josefina, Aléjandro and Rei’s mother, was headed in my direction. Her orange outfit billowed around her slender body, and her gold jewelry reflected the lights within, a lovely contrast to her golden-brown complexion. In that second, I realized who she looked like to me—Salma Hayek. She was equally as beautiful and dressed as elegantly. Despite her youthful appearance, Josefina held herself in a welcoming, motherly way that also said she was in control. No doubt it took a strong woman to care for a dangerous husband and two equally dangerous sons.