Ricci Rivero Parents Novels & Stories

Noah responded to the greeting with a handshake. Alberto Eduardo Rivera Acuña was a tall man with black hair, just like his eyes. He was 60 years old, but looked a few years younger. He had married Jazmín Méndez Piñero at a very young age. They had two daughters, Isabel, now 25, and Hayami, who had just turned 30. The Rivera family was one of the wealthiest families in the city. Their wealth was due to the various luxury hotels they owned throughout the country.

Adrian said irritably, but his gaze stopped on me and he gave me a look, so I just smiled. “What should I do, Dad? Should I fire them?” Rio asked as he fist-bumped Mr. Rios. Mr. Rios chuckled. “We’re fine. Just let them be. They won’t find anything on us. Your Uncle Carter will work it out.” “And where are our parents? Aren’t they late?” Rain asked. Mr. Rios laughed even more, and Mrs. Scarlett joined in. “Your parents are just slow walkers! They’re struggling to walk! They have rheumatism. Not like me, still strong as a horse when we had—”

Then, out of the blue, I said, “Tell me about Ricci’s parents.” Isabella raised a brow. “That’s random.” I shrugged—or I tried to shrug. “Curious.” She took a breath, pushing a strand of cherry-colored hair behind her ear. “His parents weren’t… warm.” I didn’t respond, allowing her to go on. “His mother was beautiful but frigid. She was never particularly loving. And his father…” She hesitated, a funny expression crossing her face.

He let out a short, humorless laugh. “Your mother is Landon’s cousin, right?” Suzi interrupted. “Yes,” he said in a clipped tone. “Isabella. Landon’s cousin. My mother.” Suzi kept her gaze steady, though her chest was tight. “And?” Ricci’s mouth twisted, not quite a smile. More like something bitter. “And she had to struggle to raise me. You think the Costellos ever gave a damn about her? About me? No.” “What about your own grandfather? Julian’s brother? Didn’t he have his own money to support his daughter?” Suzi asked, intrigued now.

Currently....River and Sriste was sitting in the private jet.... After marriage his parents went back to America...they requested to go with them..because they wanted their daughter-in-law with them for some days.....but River Romano was River Romano....he only listened to himself and did what he wanted to do...in future that can change....also because God gifted him something precious... Sriste was in a bangladeshi dress...which was given by her bestie Pinky...she would miss her so much...but she had to live with this beast...she didn't even have courage to look at him...she was crying to much to remember her parents....

“How did Rivera become a local, Detective Grayson?” I looked on my side, meeting the Chief’s brown eyes framed by dark bushy brows. He was wearing a neutral face as always. “Sarah, his mother, had been pregnant with Pedro even before she married Enrico Rivera, who claimed him as his own. During his time in prison, Pedro requested to make a blood donation for a certain someone who’s been receiving a blood transfusion because of leukemia. It didn’t work, though… Coz you know, he’s practically living and breathing drugs, but it piqued my interest in why a man like him would care so much about that somebody. I can’t disclose names, but I found out it was his biological grandmother, and I learned

“Remember that we’ll have Livie's little brother besides that we don’t have the legal age.” "For the first you get a babysitter and for the second you get... these beauties.” He said, showing some false IDs "They gave them to me last night, I didn't know the name of your former older brother-in-law, therefore, his name will be Rico Ruiz, I hope he has a Latin face.” "Hmm…” I think I forgot to tell you that Olivia's mother was Spanish. "Was that what the photos were for?" "Exactly, by the way.” he started smiling "Welcome to the best trip of your fucking life. It'll be the bomb!" Yeah, sure…

“The kind of life that opened doors before he even touched them.” “And you?” Riccardo swirled the wine in his glass slowly. “I came from nothing.” The answer surprised her. “My mother cleaned hotel rooms,” he continued calmly. “My father disappeared before I could remember his face.” Amara blinked slightly. Riccardo didn’t look like a man who had ever lacked anything. “I attended university on scholarship,” he continued. “Vincenzo found that amusing.” “Did you hate him for it?” Riccardo chuckled softly.

She didn’t need to say a word — I could feel her pulse racing through her skin. Mama was the first to recover. Her smile was soft, warm, approving. “Benvenuta, tesoro,” she said to Ciara, her voice full of affection she didn’t bother hiding. Papa gave a single nod — the Ricci version of a blessing. Salvatore grinned like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment. “Well, well. Look who’s finally acting like a Ricci.” Kat elbowed him sharply. “Leave them alone.”

LOMBARDI', boldly written at the top. For a moment, I wondered how things had been without Ricardo. Ricardo Lombardi was Enzo's late father. He was an Italian man, who got married to an American lady; Stacy. When Enzo was born, Stacy moved to Italy together with Ricardo, and together they built one of the largest real estate companies in Italy. Ricardo happened to be Uncle Luca and Aunt Bea's bestfriend. So when I was first brought to Italy at the age of 12, Enzo and I hit things off instantly.