Ricci Rivero Parents Novels & Stories

"So good of you to come, Victor. You can leave us, Grinder." Grinder departed, his lingering gaze fueling the underlying tension. Despite our differences, my father and I always clashed, regardless of the subject at hand. "How many times have I asked you not to use my given name, Ricardo?" I retorted, addressing my father by his first name—a reminder of my rebellion against the outdated traditions he clung to. Ricardo Racini, a man shaped by the darkened streets of Italy, had risen from the depths of poverty and violence to reach America. But his journey had stripped him of his humanity, leaving behind only a distorted sense of family values and an insatiable thirst for revenge.

I followed his gaze and saw Ricardo coming down the stairs shirtless with just a short. ''Son, will you join us?'' Dad asked, but got a silent response from him. Ignoring dad, Rick went to the bar, took out a bottle of whiskey and poured it into a glass. ''We are going out as a family, will you join us?'' Mom asked and got another silent response from Rick as he took a sip of his drink and sat on the long stool. ''Son?'' Dad called out and moved over to him. ''Today is Mia's birthday, and we want to go out as a family, do you mind joining us.'' Dad asked and got an angry groan from Rick. ''Son…'' Dad tried to touch him, but his angry voice stopped him, ''Don't you dare touch me!'' Ricardo ye

He asked. “My parents were murdered, and your father is trying to cover it up. That’s what the fuck happened to me. I will not allow anyone to use my weaknesses against me. Not now, not ever. All of you will know my name is Serena Ricci because I am the daughter of Giovanni Ricci, the ruthless mayor of New York.” I left his room and got ready for the exchange. Lorenzo had tried to get me to go alone, but I refused. He had to accept my terms or meet me halfway because I had his only son. He had no room to make demands.

I groan and drag a hand down my face before heading to the bathroom. I’ve barely stepped out of the shower when I hear a knock. I open the door to find Ricky standing there. “Is there a problem?” I ask, brow raised. “I just want to clear something up.” He leans against the doorframe. “I’m not here to take your place.” My brows furrow. “You can’t take my place. I’m River Dawson.” He nods slowly. “Yeah. You are.” A small smile tugs at his lips. “And I’m Ricky Norman. I wouldn’t even try. Nobody knows who my father is. I don’t even know who my father is.”

Chaos answered coldly. “My mom's name is Silvia Cenon, she is your Fredix Spencer ex-girlfriend. My mom didn’t got a chance to tell to your dad that she is pregnant to me because Roman as her to marry him and he will took the responsibility to me, my mom also doesn’t want to ruin or hurt your mom’s feeling because he knows that your dad loves you mom so much and she thought that Roman will really be good father figure and husband to her” River said and laugh bitterly. “But he didn’t, he even killed her with his own hand.” River added.

Several questions linger in my mind, and that familiar anxiety and anticipation start to creep in. Ricardo is amazing. He constantly tries to reassure me that everything will work out, that his parents are wonderful and have accepted me without any issue. He tells me not to worry about it, that his biggest concern is his ex-girlfriend at the moment. She showed up at his parents' doorstep with her bags, crying and claiming that her parents abandoned her on the street.

Dante POV. “It was Roman Ricci. Luna has been linked to him as well as his father and Paddy.” Alessa is giving us all the rundown after the shit show that was the funeral for Hatchet and Deanna. “Any idea where they have gone?” Antonio asks. Antonio Moretti, the head of the Moretti family, and Rebel’s grandfather asks. He, like us all, is angry. Angry that RJ is fighting for his life and his daughter Angel is beside herself, blaming herself for how her kids have turned out.

Yet, their going home had to be postponed for a quick moment because there was an unexpected guest coming to their office to meet and see them. “Coincidently I can meet up with Mr. Apollo Frias and Mrs. Columba Rajadi, the parents of Eriwan Rocky and Erito Ricky Frias. So, I can tell both of you about this rather disappointing news this evening…” said Delwyn Anderson showing his somewhat guilty and gloomy face to Mr. Apollo and Mrs. Columba.

“I was raised by a single mother. No other family, no relatives… not even a father in the picture. I didn’t know Rosa was my mother until a year ago.” Philip nodded slowly. “Well, you’ve got us now, and we’re glad you’re here. If anyone gives you trouble, you come to us.” Lena smiled. “Thank you. I really appreciate that.” Ricardo cleared his throat. Before the food arrived, he would introduce his side of the family. “I have no siblings, but these two are my closest cousins—Victor and his younger brother, George.” “I’m happy to finally meet the light of Ricardo’s family,” Victor said. “You have your father’s eyes.”

I turned to face them with a smile. "What do you have to say about our sources claiming you’ve risen in status because you married an older, wealthy man? Is it true?" the reporter pressed, and I answered promptly. "The older man you’re referring to is my father. Don’t you feel ashamed for what you’re saying? I am Rhian Adam Suarez, the only child of Don Rafael Cabrera Suarez and Matilda Santelian Adam Suarez." With that, I turned and walked away from the reporters, leaving them stunned.