Wealthy Italian Surnames Novels & Stories

I didn’t want to lie to my best Friend, but I still haven’t gotten the chance to speak with Rio about how our deal was going to pan out. Before I start fretting over that again, I focus my attention back to the words coming out of Nick’s mouth. We were taking an evening stroll through the garden, picking flowers, -the same ones frowning face Nia said I couldn’t touch- while he gave a little history lesson on the Rafe family. “We have the biggest shipping company in the whole Italy.” He boasts. “If business is moving so well, why the need for Mafia ties?” I ask. “Oh no senorita.” He looks appalled. “Even before the birth of Master Reign, his father and his grandfather and his great grandfathe

"Can you tell me what you know about them? Everything that you think I should be aware of, for instance, what are they like and what do they do?" She sat straight in her seat. "I guess I would start off with Sin. The Violante are the richest and most influential family in Italy, if not the world. Sin, of course, is the first son out of three children.” She paused, tilting her head to the side, deep in thought. "I believe you also deserve to know about their underground business." "underground business." I asked with a raised brow, confused, and she nodded. "They are also the most powerful mafia family, Mani." I literally choked on my own saliva as those words came out of her mouth, knowing h

This marked the beginning of my journey to win over the pilot and evoke deep feelings for me. I had uncovered some very interesting details about Lorenzo through a quick online search, which only heightened my interest in him. As I had suspected, Lorenzo is extremely wealthy. He's Italian and heir to a renowned winery located in the town of Franciacorta, Italy. Furthermore, he's a Formula One champion and enjoys immense success in the most lucrative category of motorsport. In summary, he's a potential candidate for a serious relationship, something I realized from the start, and I need to seize this unique opportunity that has presented itself so perfectly in my life.

If I would have been that you were going to find your mate at the graduation I never would have made a deal with him. Just exactly who is this Alpha in Italy? I ask him. His name is Alpha Valentino Marelli and he is one of the most fearsome and ruthless Alpha's there is. He even scares the living daylights out of me. Do you mean to tell me that some Alpha from Italy who we haven't heard of scares you? I said to my father. Yes, he does scare me, he kind of sounds like he's from the Italian Mafia too.

Mezzaluna is the Italian word for Crescent, and he was always both proud and emotionally in pain whenever he remembered that he was the last of his family line. Michael was currently one of the most well-known bachelors in all of Italy, and he was considered as one of the most prominent self-made businessmen. He was the founder of Mezzaluna Inc., and the boss of the most powerful mafia family in the country. He was using the company as both a cover up for his business, and as a means to get through other businesses without being noticed. A sigh left his lips along with an irritated groan as he leaned forward and rubbed his temples after a knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

“Principessa Eva of the Moretti family. I’ve searched for you for so long.” Vicenzo clutched his bloodied face, his eyes bulging. “The… the Moretti family… principessa?” The oldest and most mysterious mafia family in Italy. The only force capable of standing equal to the Carlini family. Elena’s Hermès bag slipped from her hand and hit the floor with a dull thud. As for Mario, who had strutted so arrogantly before, his trousers were soaked, the sharp smell spreading in the air. I withdrew my hand without expression and looked down at Stefano.

"The terms will be as follows, it's just a matter of you reviewing them with your attorney for signature and we will begin the partnership" Dante said as Marcus reviewed the papers on the table. Vance was thoughtful. The Romanof were the most dangerous and important Italian family in the city, one rung below the Vance's and after the Milanis, even so, and even if it didn't seem like it, the jet alpha didn't like unnecessary conflicts, that's why he had agreed to make a deal with them and mostly because of the past that linked them.

Alessia adjusted him against her shoulder, her expression softening, “He looks so much like you did, Adriano. The same eyes.” Claire leaned in, brushing a finger over the blanket with a tender smile, “He’s beautiful. He deserves a strong name.” Dante crossed his arms, but the corner of his mouth twitched. “Something that carries weight. Marco, maybe.” “Marco,” Raphael repeated, tasting it, before shaking his head. “Too common. Needs something rarer. Angelo.” “Vittorio,” Luca offered from the corner, “Name him after Nonno.” Silvio let out a low laugh. “Christ, if he turns out anything like Nonno, we’re all fucked.”

Tommy scratched his jaw a puzzled expression on his face, “Technically, everyone here is related one way or another but an extended branch does not carry the Salvatore name. Only direct descendants” Right, I remember reading that the Italian families can be traced back to a group of brothers from centuries back who started off the business before migrating to the United States occupying different territories as their seat of power. It makes sense but I try not to think so much about it because of the number of inter-marrying that occurs in our circles. But still, the whole extended thing branch.“Er.. I’m not sure I understand” I lean forward so he can take Caela as she now begins to squirm.

It served her purpose and that was good enough. The large church was half filled with probably a thousand people. It was the ‘wedding of the century’ as publicized in the newspapers, with two of the most powerful Italian families uniting. But Talia was sure only half was family and the other business associates—past, present and future. She was sure anyone who was and wanted to be someone was here. Top of the pie kind of crowd. She snickered, a little bitter. Nothing worked better than a wedding celebration to further business aspirations. The only people missing were the press.