Nyotalia Romano Novels & Stories

" Have you slept with Mark before ?" " No. We only kissed." "When?" "Before you. Please don't turn to alcohol and drugs when things are bothering you. " " You aren't mad at me?" "No I am chilled we've been through hell and back together ." "Any guys I should know about?" " Jealousy makes you nasty." " Not where you are concerned ." "Romano who is my new client." I looked at Cleo inquisitively " What's Romano's surname?" "Luca. He does similar stuff that you guys do at Massa with shipping. Speaking of which ; I am headed to Richards Bay tomorrow, I should be back Saturday evening ."

She wrote: "Looks like a good thing to me. So you've hooked the fish, huh?" The rest of the article reads as follows: *"Nathan Ryan, CEO of Ryan Enterprises Holdings and one of New York's most eligible bachelors has been missing from the vibrant New York nightlife scene, where we're accustomed to seeing him accompanied. The handsome man was last spotted at a famous nightclub, accompanied by his equally attractive brother. Single women in New York are not too happy about the hunk's disappearance. Could he have a new flame? Is she a model or a famous actress? Well, that would be a sad loss for all the single ladies out there."*

I ask, and he smiles, offering me a file. “Can’t you just fucking tell me?” I ask, and he shrugs, opening it and reading from the pages inside. “His name is Roman Priestley,” he says, and I look at him, raising an unimpressed brow. I’ve heard that name before. He is known to be a huge drug dealer around the Miami area, but why is he in New York?

Knew it was pointless. But I needed to say it anyway. "Dear Dante Romano, You don't know me. I'm your granddaughter. Nova Winters. I'm eighteen years old, and I'm trying to decide who I want to be. You tried to build a legacy of fear. Of violence. Of control. You wanted the Romano name to mean power. But you failed. Because I'm your granddaughter, and I'm going to spend my life undoing everything you stood for. I'm going to play soccer at UCLA. I'm going to become a lawyer. A prosecutor specifically. And I'm going to put people like you in prison. People who hurt others. Who destroy families. Who think power means violence.

He threatened. He turned to the assistant and motioned for her to come closer and join her boss. “Look who we have here, Marco de Luca , Il capofamiglia I'Signori Della Notte," Lita said as though she was not surprised to see him. “To what do I owe this courtesy visit?” She asked all while maintaining a smile on her face. Lita Romano is the kind of woman who commands a room without saying a word. She had the aura of a powerful Italian mafia boss, she was sleek, dangerous, and always liked to be in control.

I walk to the small podium at the centre of the room and with shaking hands retrieve my notes that Nikolai has written for me. This might either save Rome or condemn him. Hmm, hmm. I clear my throat. “Thank you all for coming.” The cameras start to click. “Thirty-eight days ago off the coast of the sea, Roman Petrov and his beloved wife Ana Petrov were staying on the luxury liner of a friend. They attended a wedding and during the course of that wedding, unknown to them, their drinks were spiked with the drug Rohypnol. Roman Petrov awoke in the morning to find Ana missing and a large”

But Natalia De Luca is a disruption, an anomaly, and anomalies are dangerous. The cool night air hits my face as I step outside Rafael's office building, still seething from his dismissal. My heels click sharply against the pavement, each step punctuating my fury. The city lights of Milan blur in the distance as my mind races through potential strategies. Natalia isn't just a nuisance; she's a carefully placed piece on a board I thought I controlled. But who placed her there?

“There is no tea.” “Lara.” I sighed dramatically. “Okay fine.” Her eyes lit up instantly. “I knew it!” “Nothing happened.” “Mhm.” I stabbed my pasta aggressively. “Adrian Romano is annoying.” Sadie gasped loudly. “That’s his name?!” Oops. Too late. I mentally face-palmed “Wait.” Her eyes widened. “ROMANO as in Romano Group? Blackstone CEO? The CEO of this company?” I froze. “Well…” “Oh my God.”

Mine. A knock sounds at the door. One knock, then other knock. Precise. “Come in.” Romano steps inside and closes the door behind him. He carries a folder and nothing else. No tablet. Paper means certainty. He stops in front of my desk. “I have everything you asked for.” I gesture once. He opens the folder. “Matteo Costello,” he begins. “Aliases, financials, properties, shell companies, known associates. He’s clean. Too clean. He doesn’t leave much noise behind him.”

He says and brought out some other documents. "Can I proceed?" He asked and she nodded, Setting the envelope on her table "The Late Mrs Romano's networth is 2,000,000,000$, She has a total of eight construction companies and two hotels. Five restaurants in five different countries, Four houses in different countries including Cunningham, A fleet of cars etc. The Late Mrs Romano has asked that 50% of her net worth be given to her daughter Rielle Romano while the remaining 50% be given to Elvis Romano. The Late Mrs Romano has asked that her daughter Rielle Romano goes through the envelope given to her daughter." He says and looked up at a shocked Rielle.