Wealthy Italian Surnames Novels & Stories

Although they called it a love engagement, it was a purely commercial engagement between our families. I was like every Italian man, I liked women very much and from the very first moment I felt quite attracted to her, but I thought that it would take me some time to get truly attached to that beautiful woman and to love her. But that it would even be possible in the future thanks to her beauty, which would definitely help in that. I had always had beautiful women, I guess it was a combination of my attractiveness and the money that my family had and that the whole city of Naples knew about.

His voice softened. “Not that I mind, but just to clear my conscience, who is the chosen one?” “Sofia Morelli.” “This name is not strange to me.” “She is the daughter of Giuseppe Morelli, who worked for me for many years.” “A simple maid?” “She is not a maid. I'm very fond of her and her father.” “Not that I mind your charity work, Dad. But we are one of the richest families in Italy. Strange that you want to marry your heir to a maid.”

He knew that his mere presence would make Gia’s friends leave, half of them didn’t like him, because they had thrown themselves at him in the past, in search of passions and his fortune, and he had rejected them in the blink of an eye. The Giannatos were a family from Italy, with pharmaceutical, marketing and advertising companies, and owners of a racing car tournament firm. He oversawmost of the business, as was his first cousin Hamlet Giannato. They had grown up together, surviving the fame and business of both Giannatto brothers. Hamlet’s brother had died in a traffic accident months earlier and the family was just beginning to get used to not seeing him. He was also a race car driver jus

my eyes couldn't comprehend what am presently seeing I raised my hand to cover my mouth as it opened in shock, and then i leaned in closer with wide eyes. No wonder he had looked familiar and real sexy too bad he's the Playboy type. He's a fucking Romano Of the infamous Romano family. I felt a chill roll over me and my mind begin to race. Wow he really came from a deep real old money. Their family's name is so well-known around the city I wonder why I didn't really remember. In fact, there family is famous around the world. I clicked on an article and opened it wide; he even had his own Wikipedia page, and the photograph in the top left corner was one of him bleary eyed and drunk, staggering

he answered quickly. I nodded, taking the path towards the amphitheater. Carter didn't complain and just cope up with me. "I wonder why your surname is Delluci, though. It's an italian surname." He put his one hand on his pocket and just stared at me while walking. He doesn't even look at the road.

SNEAK PEAK OF MY UPCOMING DARK ROMANCE NOVEL TITLE: AUCTIONED TO THE RUTHLESS, ITALIAN DAREDEVIL. *** He is Edoardo Vicenzo, son of Dante Vicenzo. They called him the most dangerous man in Italy, the boss of all bosses, the leader and owner of men. He had everything he could ever want… money, cars, women. Everything. While I, on the other hand, had absolutely nothing to my name.

her gaze meets mine, "Valentina." "You’ve never liked any of my exes," Dante says dryly, tongue sliding over his teeth in frustration. "Well, they weren't good enough, if you ask me. Look at this one, for instance. What could she possibly offer you, huh? You're a business mogul, Dante, so you should know she's an investment one way or the other—" "Not everything has to go your way." Florence holds up her hand. "If your father had married beneath his station, do you honestly believe the Romano name would hold the influence it does today? Legacy, my dear, isn’t sustained by affection—it’s sustained by association."

He rubbed his chin with his index, still trying to get the answer. “Because my dad is the richest man and more.” “More? As in?” He inquired. “You will see when we reach there,” Margarita whispered, holding the status of the Costello family running the Italian mafia was not an effortless task. “I never knew my therapist was Italy’s richest person’s daughter.” Samson teased. “It’s not about that. It’s about the name Costello. You will know when we enter the territory.” She arched her brows, hinting to him he was about to enter the lion’s den.

Bria shouts. "Mia is not poor. She is wealthy. She made the Costa family the second most influential family in the Italian Mafia. Now go back to your parents and run your family business. Your father is getting old and will need his heir to run his business soon," I say. Bria looks at me with puppy dog eyes. It may work with her older lovers, but it does not work on me.

LA FAMIGLIA, the biggest Italian mafia in history, made by the great Marchetti family — which, in its golden days, exceeded one hundred members, all with noble blood, inherited from the fallen Kingdom of Sardinia. But their supremacy over the underworld of the country and later on the nearby regions of the European continent made them true sovereigns, direct from an illegitimate monarchy. And their power would probably continue to hang on for many generations, if Rosso Marchetti hadn't made a bitter mistake.