Novel & Cerita Nico Di Angelo Sister

I hope that can change with Violetta being in Sofia’s life. I push thoughts of my sister aside for the moment and focus on my current task. Nico has invited me to some clinic that hasn’t even opened up. I look at the name on the door that reads Angel Clinic. I’m intrigued in what Nico is scheming. Nico is a good businessman. His understanding of financial and investments is impressive. The three of us each bring a strength to our trinity. The Italian trinity that is going to make sure we solidify our place in the underworld.

He even said Dome Estates would be a nice place to keep him, since I don’t wish for others to know about him just yet. “Sister-in-law,” I mumble in a low voice, and I see him looking confused. I don’t know how to treat a younger brother. All I have ever known is how to claim lives and find the killers of my father. However, at this moment, I only want to ruffle Aldo’s hair, and I proceed to do just that. “Aaahh! Angelo, you’re destroying my good looks.” He did not even show any hesitation when I said he could now call me Angelo. Obviously, the young man has suspected for the longest time that Carla is not his biological sister.

Caterina scolded but Alessandro looked like he was done caring, anger shone so evidently in his eyes, his hands trembled from it. He turned to his sister, staring her down.“Didn't it start this way with that fucking bastard, Niko? You were so consumed by him, blinded by your love for him and where did that get you? Hug? You got bound to a wheelchair for life!” The room fell silent, Angela's lips wobbled as a tear slipped down her cheek. “Fuck you, Alessandro,” she muttered softly, but pain in her words was like a punch to the gut. Alessandro's face paled, his eyes went round as he sputtered. “I.. I..”

Surprise,the news is trending all over the internet. He watched the live. “What the heck is she doing this for?” Antonio groaned in disbelief. He quickly dialed her number restlessly, but Diana ignored his call. Just as he was about to storm out of the penthouse, he heard a voice in front of him. “Well, well, well. Look what we have here. The Angel, my sister's contracted fiancée.” Antonio raised his head to see Kerry, Angela's younger sister, standing in the doorway with a mischievous grin on her face.

Winona did not believe me and even thought I was a conwoman. "Who are you? Why should I believe you? Yvonne is my best friend. Why would she poison me? Harass me any further and I'll call the police." I looked at her and said, "I'm Yvonne's younger sister, Greta. If you don't believe me, look into her bag. The poison is in there." Winona did not believe me and laughed coldly. "You're Yvonne's sister? She has never mentioned having a sister. You didn't even bother to make up a good lie."

I opened the door and walked out and faced the reporters. “Hello everyone, thanks for your concern. My brother-in-law has gambled away my younger sister’s two houses, which includes my wedding fund of a million dollars. “I lent them five hundred thousand dollars a few years ago, and they did not even repay a single cent to me. No matter how much money I have, it’ll never be enough for this black hole. “Besides, I was switched at birth with my younger sister. We are not related. Everyone, please be my witness today. From today onwards, I will cut ties with her officially.”

Closer. I turned sharply this time, wiping my tears angrily. “Why are on earth you here?” I snapped. “Haven’t you done enough?” His expression didn’t change. Calm. Controlled. Like always. “I needed to talk to you.” I laughed bitterly. “Talk?” I repeated. “About what? Have you not spoken enough? You completely ruined everything, you knew I was her sister, didn’t you?” His jaw tightened slightly. But he didn’t interrupt. “My sister…” My voice broke again, softer this time. “Do you even understand what this means?”

Her transformation had not gone as far as that of Svetlana’s father: he had empty holes where his eyes had been but hers harbored black furry spiders quivering inside her irises. I’m an orphan now, Svetlana thought dully. It’s not too bad to be an orphan. The Voice is our father. I don’t need anybody else. Not mother, father, or . . . I had a sister named Sveta. My sister was a pest. I bet you are a good girl . . . Andrei! The cry in her mind was so loud that she was sure the eyeless puppets would hear it, but they did not stir. Brother! Help!

But as I held the phone and stared at all the names in my contact list, I still couldn't bring myself to make the call. While I indeed had 109 sisters, the eldest, Sofia Bianco, was the Donna of the family. My third sister, Alessia Bianco, ran an arms smuggling operation. My 15th sister, Francesca Bianco, was involved in loan sharking. My 78th sister, Vittoria Bianco, operated underground casinos. Sure, they were always slipping me black bank cards and patting me on the head, saying, "Dante, don't go looking for trouble. But if trouble finds you, you come straight to us. If anyone lays a finger on you, Sofia will wipe out his entire family."

I walk over to her and I slap her across the face. "Shut up, Amelia. Who gave you the right to come here and try to shoot the godfather's daughter? Don Angelo, Don Romani, I am so sorry about what happened at the restaurant the other night. I admit I am guilty of shooting at you, Dante. I am sorry about it. I did not go to kill you. I just wanted to make you feel rattled. I know I was wrong. I never knew that I would go this far. It is all because of my sister. I have promised my parents that I would always look after them. And when she told me all those lies about you having an affair with her and then leaving her for Leandra, or should I say Donna Isabella, I was furious at you. You had a