Wealthy Italian Surnames Novels & Stories

Some of the images had that sepia tint to them from age, but they were filled with beauty and prestige. “I’m sorry, but I have to ask, the coat of arms, it’s not Italian.” I know because I’m a history nerd, and I know pretty much what they look like; this isn’t it. “Oh, that’s from my side. We’re a family of French and Italian mix. Your grandfather, rest his soul, came from a family of great wealth, but there was never any title in his background. When we met and fell in love, he agreed to take on our family name, he wanted his daughters to grow up with the same prestige as my sisters, and I did.”

Ricardo asked, breaking me out of my thoughts. I held out my hand and he placed the drive on it. I connected it to my computer and it didn’t take long for the files to load. There were so many pictures, videos, and documents. Ricardo stood beside me as I tapped on the first document I saw. Alvario. Russo. Many other Italian names. I didn’t usually handle the financial aspect of my life but I knew enough about finances to know that the Alvario wealth was being split amongst several Italian families.

“ sir they demanded a reply as soon as possible” “ I will get back to them as soon as I can”, domingo said, not wanting to seem so eager when he was already planning what to do next. The Vicente were the most popular figure you can think of in the circle of rich men who mattered, he has been trying to close an investment deal with Raphael de Vicente who was rarely seem to the extent he was a legend in the society. He could practically feel excitement.

“The Morettii as in the Italian Morettii family?” Even I knew that name. Who doesn't know the Morettii's? That family practically owned half of Italy. They were a powerful dynasty of money so old it should be in a museum Happiness and guilt doused over me at the same time. “The Morettii never contracted American Luxury arrived before" I informed, because that too was common knowledge. They only worked with European contractors. My gaze honnned on Mr Voss, who was watching me with amusement and something else that made my heart swell.

Translation: stesoro- treasure/sweetheart fratello- brother ragazzo dolce- sweet boy madré- mom sorella- sister padre/papa- father figlio- son scusa- sorry

I opened the first page. The Roma's are a very rich and influential people in the whole of italy, they are half America and half italian, there own the biggest Wine producing company here in italy and have more company's, the Roma's Only heir Dante Roma born on the 14 of December 1990 is the only surviving member of the family and is the CEO of over 7 big product company and industries, well known and influential. I paused. Dante is an orphan? He doesn't have a family, maybe that's why he's so mean. I bet he doesn’t knows what being a family guy is.

I growl, nudging Maxwell to hold his mouth open. I stand abruptly, kicking my seat back. I lean down, my face inching very close to his. "My name is Don Matteo. I am The Godfather of Italy and I am the head of the Denaro famiglia. No one, absolutely no one is allowed to touch the things I've marked as mine and that includes my wife and my children!"

The name sounded sweet but echoed a familiarity in my ears, one that couldn't be denied. I searched my memories, trying to remember where I had heard that name. No matter how faint it seemed, I was sure Liam had once mentioned that name to me. "I'm Ryan Devante" He added, and just then, everything conflicted. The memories collided, shaping in form for a detailed remembrance and the realization hit me. Ryan Devante? The heir of the Devante group? The richest businessman in New York. The Ex-Italian Mafia Lord, fierce and feared by all.

a thickset Don with a heavy mustache said, his gold ring flashing as he gestured, “do you even speak Italian fluently, or is this Canadian accent the only thing you brought into this family?” The laughter grew, but I let it wash over me, my fingers lightly drumming against the wine glass. “My father,” I said calmly, “was Luca Moretti of Naples, a man of pure Italian blood, and the Moretti family is older than half the families represented here. I may have grown up in Canada, but Italian blood flows in me, Italian pride flows in me.” “Blood?” scoffed De Luca, rolling his eyes. “Your father ran to Canada to escape debts and disgrace.”

I say smiling at him, as I step out of the car taking my bag with me. “As we arrived at the restaurant I wasn't actually surprised with his choice of restaurant. They do say rich men do like their toys, he has so many expensive cars, owns expensive resorts and companies, wears the best clothing too. Now he seems to have booked a table in the most lavish and expensive famous intalian restaurant. Which am certainly not comfortable with, I mean what's the difference with the meal we have at home, he already has the world best chef in his kitchen. “One can never understand the mind of the rich!