Natalia Alianovna Romanova Novels & Stories

I cradled her body as she cried and crumpled in my arms in fake pain. We had carefully manipulated the details of this rejection. Emilio thought that Natalia's name was Talia because that’s what I called her. Fortunately, due to the shortage of time, we had never gotten around to actually changing her last name from Volkov to Romanoff. And this was the information that Emilio didn't know. It was a minor detail, sure, but it allowed us to pull this off.

he whispers in my ear. "Forever and always," I say with a small smile as we walk up to the people. "Hello Niko," Luca says, "This is my wife Natalia, Natalia this is one of our allies he's the Russian Mafia's Leader and The women on his arm is his wife Katina Smirnov," "nice to meet you guys," I say putting on a smile for show. "you as well I would love to introduce you to the other mafia wives I'm sure they would be excited to know who finally tied down the Infamous Luca Lombardi," Katina says.

But the moment the doors creaked open again, all conversation halted. The Bratva had arrived. First came Alexei Morozov and his sister Natalia, stepping in with quiet dominance. Alexei wore a navy suit that sculpted his athletic build. Natalia’s navy ball gown sparkled beneath the chandeliers. Her updo and long gloves added a vintage edge to her calculated beauty.

Not even to her. He was already completely hers. That damned pig’s. And because of that, Natália needed to act. Before the council realized that Dmitry was no longer the Alpha they knew. She picked up the mansion’s landline and dialed a number that should never be used. “This is Natália Kovalenko. We need to talk about Anatolie Rurik.” Silence on the other side. Then a deep voice answered: “The terms are the same.”

Natasha cut her off. Suddenly, that made Alisa stunned. “What? So it’s true, all this time you were-” Natasha smiled at that, then put her hand on her chest and explained who she was again. “That’s right. I am Natasha von Schneider. The niece of the Duchess of Vitania, Rosalia von Schneider.” Alisa was completely flabbergasted. She never thought that her research assignment would lead her to meet the noble Vitanian family. “It's hard to believe. I'm here now."

Silence descended. Natalia’s smile fell. Her face turned sour. Aliyah had just defined her place for her… She was Romero’s ex-wife.

One is a murderer, and the other was a tyrant, who immense more power and authority across the world. He fell on his knees, helpless. “S—she was taken.” He confessed. “By who?” Lorenzo raised his eyebrows. “B—by Romanov… Romanov Salvador takes Anna.” Mathew watched in sorrow hi daughter, Natasha who was struggling against Lorenzo’s men, a gun was pointed at her head. “A—and he married her by force, Sir.

Ivan claimed to Nikolai, in a clearly angry tone. But before Nikolai could say anything, Inna Alexis' mother intervened in the situation, looking annoyed at Ivan and asking, "Who do you think you are talking to like that?" Looking at Alexis' mother so angry, Ivan quickly lowered his head and said, "My lady, I'm sorry but..." "You are talking to Nikolai Romanov, the cousin of the leader of our pack. You, miserable servant, don't you dare raise your voice to such an important person in my family" Inna said really indignant.

Alina could barely speak. "What?" I whispered. "What nonsense is this Nikolia?!" I faced my attention at Nikolia. "The fucking truth" Nikolia replied and I could tell he wasn't bluffing. "She is not my daughter neither is she a Russian to begin with. Alina is a pure Italian, picked from the streets of italy when she was but a young child. I sent this nicompoop to infiltrate your mafia but guess what she did, she fell for you instead and totally took your side. Foolish girl!" Nikolia growled before slapping Alina fiercely.

Anton held out his hand, while Alessia slipped away from us quietly. "Alessandro Anderson, leader of the Italian Mafia," I introduced myself as I shook Anton and Nicole's hand. "It's nice to meet you." The Russian leader said. That's how our conversation started. While Anton spoke about something that I didn't care about, my eyes went to the brown eyed woman, who was already looking at me. "If you don't mind me asking, who is that woman over at your table?" Anton hesitated visibly before responding. "That's our daughter, Natalia." I smiled faintly, loving her name, it fitted her perfectly.