Santino Corleone

Isabella Sabrina Elizabeth Congero loves her female cousin so much that she entered Moschelli's Manor, the home of the merciless Italian Mafia, to negotiate and beg the future Don to stop the upcoming marriage arrangement between her cousin and the said mafioso. She didn’t mind whether she would come out alive or not. Unfortunately, her ungrateful cousin and long-time boyfriend betrayed and cheated on her, a betrayal that left a thousand wounds. Amidst her sorrowful heartbreak, she made the most reckless decision of her entire life: secretly marrying the next Don, Zechariah Santino Adriel Moschelli. This story is written in Tagalog-English

WARNING!( MATURE ) "Are you touching yourself?" he voices in a husky murmur startling the hell out of me. I hastily sit up and look at his amused face, "N..no" I stutter in embarrassment. "Let me see" Carl crouches in front of me and grab my hand to inspect my wet fingers. Kayla is a Santino's american mafia princess.In the world of guns,an enemy is bound to knock on your door anytime. What happens when her fathers enemy knocks on their door? And what happens when kayla learns that she's betrothed to a ruthless italian mafia boss Carl Moreno? Also known as the sex-god. And to add on that,a man of many enemies . Join me to find out

Am Tag der geplanten Zwillingsgeburt bestach ich den Hausarzt. Ich ließ mir alle starken Wehenhemmer der Klinik injizieren, um die Entbindung künstlich zu verzögern. Warum? Weil in meinem letzten Leben, Vincent Corleone – mein Ehemann, der Don – behauptete, eine geringe Spermienzahl zu haben. Um einen Erben zu hinterlassen, unterhielt er zehn Geliebte. Er verkündete: Wer zuerst einen Sohn gebäre, deren Sohn werde der nächste Don der Familie Corleone. Er sagte, sobald ich mein Kind vor allen anderen gebäre, würde er alle Geliebten fortschicken und meinem Sohn die Nachfolge der Familie überlassen. Ich glaubte ihm. Als ich unerwartet mit Zwillingen schwanger wurde, zitterte ich vor Aufregung. Doch unmittelbar nach der Geburt ließ er mich und die Neugeborenen in den kalten Weinkeller werfen und verbot jedem, sich uns zu nähern. „Lucy kommt aus einfachen Verhältnissen. Ich wollte ihrem Kind lediglich einen legitimen Status geben, damit es ihr und dem Jungen künftig besser geht. Doch du hast absichtlich Informationen durchsickern lassen! Aus Verzweiflung starb sie bei der Geburt – mit dem ungeborenen Kind.“ „Du bist so grausam, dass du es nicht verdienst, die Mutter des Erben der Familie Corleone zu sein! Denk über dein Verhalten nach, in drei Tagen lasse ich dich wieder hinaus.“ Dann befahl er dem Butler, die Kellertür von außen zu verrammeln. Doch er wusste es nicht: In jener Nacht brach im Weinkeller ein Feuer aus, und ich wurde gemeinsam mit meinen Kindern in den Flammen verbrannt. Als ich die Augen wieder öffnete, befand ich mich in der Nacht vor der Entbindung. In diesem Leben würde ich nicht länger die Donna sein. Sobald ich die Kinder geboren und meine Kräfte zurückgewonnen hätte, würde ich meine Kinder nehmen und für immer verschwinden.

I've been married to my Mafia Boss husband for 15 years. When we first got married, he couldn't even afford a ring, but I didn't care; I loved him. I hid my identity. I secretly used my family's influence to help him build his empire from scratch, and I even bore him two children. His adopted sister always mocked me, calling me an old-fashioned housewife and saying I wasn't good enough for him. To avoid embarrassing him, I always endured it. Until our 15th anniversary, because both me and his adopted sister wore red dresses, he told me to stay in the kitchen: "Sofia's right. That red doesn't suit you. Don't come out until the banquet actually ends. Stay in the kitchen. I don't need the Dons from New York seeing you and getting the wrong impression." I was completely heartbroken and didn't argue anymore. I dialed a number I hadn't made in 15 years: "Principessa?" "It's me," I said, my voice steady. "Tell those old fossils on the Council... Isabella Corleone is coming home."

After my parents were killed in a territory war, I was taken in by Don Moretti, head of New York's most powerful crime family. I was the only civilian in a world of made men. For twenty years, I was raised alongside his twin heirs, Marco and Santino. Their protection and favor made me the envy of every aspiring mob wife in the city. But when I was finally ready to become a real part of the family, they both turned me down. Marco said, "I need to focus on expanding our territory first. I'm not ready for this kind of commitment." Santino said, "An outsider can't be trusted with family secrets." The next night, at my birthday celebration, they both proposed to the daughter of a low-level enforcer. To prove their loyalty to her, they let her force me to drink "The Don's Fire"—a 150-proof grappa laced with ghost peppers that would hospitalize anyone who wasn't raised on it since childhood. Broken in body and spirit, I made a call from my hospital bed. "I accept the proposal from the Luciano Syndicate."

They say the devil wears a three-piece suit. Mine wore a ring stamped with a golden lion, the symbol of the Ricci mafia. It was on a night of fire and ashes that my life changed. My name was Alaya, and I was just a girl among many others, born in the alleys of a neighborhood where poverty poisons you from the cradle. My mother, sick, had only me... and the debts. That night, they came. They knocked on the door. Three men in black. Not a word, just an envelope, and a chilling phrase: — "Your daughter is still a virgin, isn't she? The boss pays dearly for that." I had no choice. His name was Santino Ricci. Cold. Magnetic. Dangerous. The head of one of the most powerful families in Italy. He looked at me like one looks at precious merchandise. Then he said: — "You will be my wife. No matter how you feel." And I signed my condemnation. This marriage was not a union... but a gilded cage. I learned to survive among snakes. I saw death. I saw blood. I heard the screams of girls who, like me, had been sold. But what they had not anticipated... was that the little broken virgin would eventually bite back.

The day I went into labor with the twins, I bribed the family doctor to shoot me up with every heavy-duty suppressant he could get his hands on. Anything to stall the birth. Why? Because in my last life, Vincent—my husband, the Don—claimed to have a low sperm count. To guarantee an heir, he lined up ten mistresses and told the whole house: whoever popped out a son first, her kid would be the next Corleone Don. He promised if I delivered first, he'd ditch the others. Said our baby would inherit the throne. I bought every word. When I found out I was carrying twins, I couldn't stop shaking—I thought I'd won. But after I gave birth, he tossed me and the babies into the freezing wine cellar and locked the place down. "Lucy came from nothing. I just wanted to give her kid a name. You started rumors, pushed her into despair, and now she's dead—her and the baby. You're vile. Not fit to be the Don's wife. Think about what you've done. I'll open the door in three days." Then he had the butler seal it shut. What he didn't know? That night, the cellar caught fire. Me and my babies? Burned alive. When I opened my eyes again, I was back—right before labor. This time, I'm not staying. Soon as I deliver and get back on my feet, I'm taking my kids and disappearing for good.

Je m’appelais Alaya, et je n’étais qu’une fille parmi tant d’autres, née dans les ruelles d’un quartier où la pauvreté t’empoisonne dès le berceau. Ma mère, malade, n’avait que moi… et les dettes. Ce soir-là, ils sont venus. Ils ont frappé à la porte. Trois hommes en noir. Pas un mot, juste une enveloppe, et une phrase glaciale : — « Ta fille est encore vierge, non ? Le patron paie cher pour ça. » Je n’ai pas eu le choix. Il s’appelait Santino Ricci. Froid. Magnétique. Dangereux. Le chef de l’une des familles les plus puissantes d’Italie. Il m’a regardée comme on regarde une marchandise précieuse. Puis il a dit : — « Tu seras ma femme. Qu’importe ce que tu ressens. » Et j’ai signé ma condamnation. Ce mariage n’était pas une union… mais une cage dorée. J’ai appris à survivre parmi les serpents. J’ai vu des morts. J’ai vu le sang. J’ai entendu les cris de filles qui, comme moi, avaient été vendues. Mais ce qu’ils n’avaient pas prévu… c’est que la petite vierge brisée finirait par mordre.

"Change of plans, you are coming with me and you are going to be a good girl if you don't want to lose your son" I threatened even though it was an empty threat it worked on her. "What do you want from me? Why are you here?" She glared at me. "I'm here to take you back home, Rosie, oh how your parents have missed you" I taunted as she quavered obviously. "I'm going to kill you" She seethed. "I'll be looking forward to that threat, Little Fox" **** Rosella Santino is on the run from her own family, after running away from home because she got pregnant due to a one-night stand with a stranger, her parents suggested she get rid of the child but she didn't instead she ran away. Running away from her responsibilities as the next leader of her clan, she builds a successful life in another town far away from home. Everything changed one day when her baby's father came looking for her. She didn't know he was from the Silver Bullets clan, a rival mafia group her family hated and it was mutual, both families had hated each other for years and they didn't bother to hide it. Seth Acapella didn't expect her to have a child when he found her, but then he finds out the child is his. Even if he is supposed to abduct her and use her against her family for a business transaction, he found himself changing his plans. He wants to keep her. But will she allow him? Will she let go of the past and forgive him for all he did to her? Will she choose her enemy over her family and fight for love?

" YOLO " is her life motto. Sa edad na bente tres anyos, walang ginawa si Devon Valencia kundi ang magpakasaya sa buhay at waldasin ang perang ibinibigay sa kaniya ng ama. Wala siyang pangarap sa buhay—o kung mayroon man, hindi niya iyon alam at wala rin siyang balak alamin dahil alam niyang siya rin naman ang hahawak sa negosyo ng pamilya nila pagdating ng araw. Young, wild and free. Literal ang pagiging malaya ng isang Devon Valencia para gawin ang lahat ng gusto niya. Sa isang pitik lang ng daliri niya, nasa kamay na niya ang hinahangad niyang makuha, maliban na lamang ang atensyon ng isang binatang kabaliktaran ng ugaling mayroon siya. Isang maginoo,responsable at matipunong lalaki, Pablo Santino Regalado. Isang magsasaka na ang tanging hangad ay maiahon sa hirap ang kaniyang magulang. Sa edad na bente sais, naka-plano na ang gusto niyang mangyari sa buhay dahil maaga siyang namulat kung gaano kalupit ang realidad. Nakahanda siyang gawin ang lahat maibigay lang ang buhay na ipinangako niya sa pamilya. Ngunit sa kauna-unahang pagkakataon, nagkaroon ng pagtatalo ang isip niya nang alukin siya ng isang trabaho na may magandang suweldo at wala siyang ibang gagawin kundi ang bumuntot sa magiging amo niya. Kung tutuusin, walang nakikitang problema ang binata sa pagiging isang bodyguard dahil batak naman ang kaniyang katawan at nakasisiguro siyang kaya niyang gampanan nang maayos ang trabahong ibinibigay sa kaniya. Subalit 'yong ideya na isang matapobre ang dalagang babantayan niya, tila mas gugustuhin pa niyang makasama ang mga kalabaw na ilalim ng araw. Kapag binato ka ng tinapay, batuhin mo ng palaman. Kapag nahulog ka sa taong hindi nagpapakita ng interes sa'yo, siguraduhing may bitbit kang hagdan.