Novel & Cerita Nicolas Antonio Sturniolo

"I've read all the books about my family and none of them say anything about me having a brother." The man in the bed let out a small chuckle. "There is so much about your past that you don't know, Luna." I felt a surge of anger at his words. How could he claim to be my brother when I had never heard about him before? "Tell me the truth," I demanded, my voice firm and unwavering. "Who are you really?" The man's expression softened, and he reached out a hand towards me. "My name is Lucian," he said softly. "I know this must be hard for you to believe, but it's true. We share the same father."

He turned to the chef who was already getting the batter, “Leave.” She nodded and scurried away from the kitchen and Andre took that hint, jumping down from the island he was on. The popcorn and Davina would be so cold right now but he didn’t care, he was more concerned about his best friend who never let feelings get to him. “I’m going to reject the Luna.” He stopped walking towards Enzo when he saw the hidden pain in his eyes. Why would an Alpha want to reject his Luna? Their bond was by far the strongest, there had to be a reason but Enzo was already walking out making André hold his hand.

Caitlin grabbed a chair and sat down adjacent to me, her bare thighs squashing down onto the seat as she folded her ankles and leaned back. She gestured with her hand to let me continue, almost impatiently and I cocked an eyebrow at her with a small smile. This woman… "If," I emphasised. "You're willing. Your target would be Lucas Trevino, software engineer and owner of Godfather nightclub." I paused for her reaction and she simply just nodded her head waiting for me to continue.

Stefano, Samuele, and I sat on one side, and Johnny, Luca, and Ciro sat on the other side. The driver started driving, and I awkwardly sat in between Stefano and Samuele. I decided to break the silence by asking, "Are all of you related or what?" They chuckled and said, "No, we are good friends. More like brothers," Johnny said, and I just nodded. "Do you guys have siblings?" I asked all of them. "Yes, Luca has a sister; you've already met her, Isabella. Samuel and I don't have siblings, and Ciro also has siblings: an older brother, a younger brother, and a sister," Johnny answered again without looking at me.

I arched my eyebrow for more elaboration on them. “We used to go to the business school together in this country before he went back to Norway and I went back to help my brother. He’s the highest paid cosmetologist in Italy. You might know him. he’s famous around Europe as well. his name is Antonio Romano,” she said before I shook my head.

asked Derrick happily that there would finally be someone else to help him with the assistant work . " There is a boy named Antonio here . His CV check is weird . He has both a green and an orange circle . " Oh , that guy ! He was quite interesting too . When I tried to find more information about him it was as if someone was purposely trying to keep it blocked from other people that may try to look for him . I couldn't find about his past but I found the necessary information that was needed for him for the past five years . He was in a car accident and was hospitalized for three years . His son was already born so I suppose the information must have been blocked about six years ago . He i

“I thought you were Niccolo’s guy, not Riccardo’s.” “I was, I was.” Tony turned back to the truck. “Now, I’m yours, and it just so happens that being Niccolo’s gave me a hell of a look behind the Marino curtain.” My stomach churned. Niccolò Marino had dealt in women, first and foremost, we’d discovered as we tried to hunt him down. His father had lots of interests and swore that the auction was the only time he had his hand in that particular activity. I wasn’t so sure.

—bitch! That fucking creep is lying to Christine. She doesn't even know it. "WHAT?!" I demand in shock. Calvin explains everything in full detail. I have too many questions that he can't answer running in my head right now. "Look, I don't know what else to tell you. That man's real name is Vittorio Stanzolio, and he's the CEO of the Dolce company. His advanced technologies will be beneficial to the Danials' Corporation. His net worth is-" I interrupt Calvin before he continues.

“So why kill him now? He was ours when he talked to me.” Nico rubbed his eyes. “Either he flipped, or –” “Cazzo. Same old bullshit, Nicolai.” My fist connected with the chair until its legs scraped and it rocked back. Nico’s hand dropped from the laptop and his face went pale. “Find Moretti.” “Friends of his ping dark-net runs, but he’s using burners I can’t trace. Somebody’s feeding him resources,” Nico admitted, sinking into the chair as he shoved a packet across the screen, three IPs through an oil broker’s shell. Each hop had a fresh cash thumbprint.

I brought it up again and I’m not stopping until he gives me his name. “I’m Angelo.”