Wealthy Italian Surnames Novels & Stories

So how can they let Shane take responsibility for this? Lastly, Vince, or Vincent who is actually a Dauncy. What’s with Vince… or was it his Dauncy surname that made their classmates react? Well, it is both that are impactful to their classmates because the Dauncy surname is one of the wealthiest people in the world. It was also said that they have royal blood! Their red hairs are the proof! So how can their classmates not react?

"Marco, the files that you have sent me to say nothing about the Barone Family. I want to know their connection to my Family. Why were Mamma and Father determined to ally? Who is this Family?" "Uh, Boss," I hear Marco stutter. "Yeah, Marco," "The Barone Family is one of the most powerful families in Italy. Not even the Godfather himself can control them. I found something out after doing some digging." "What's that, Marco?" "Your Mamma is distantly related to the Barone Family. After breaking into the system, I looked over your grandpa's will. Apparently, Carl Barone is the son of Carl Sr. Barone, Carl sr. Barone is married to Marie Rossi, and Marie Rossi is the cousin of Alfonso Rossi." Mar

I did not understand a word she said but perhaps Luciano did. Thinking of it now, I actually do realise that Luciano is an Italian name and so is his surname. Including Raffaele, Matteo, Arturo, they were all Italian names. And they usually spoke Italian in this house, including the staffs. My husband is of an Italian descent? Luciano is Italian? Wow. How am I just realising this now? "Jade are you listening?" Luciano shook me, pulling me out of my thoughts. "I am sorry I was not. What did she say?" I truthfully replied.

"Excuse me?" "Was your family rich?" "Well yeah, that's a bit irrelevant though-" "Do you know any other family in Italy that has the last name Hunt and is considered to be apart of the Noble estate?" "What the hell...?" "Maybe fate does exist." Eremita comments. *** Written by Marshall Bishop.

Rude and let's not ever forget absolutely egotistical playboy. "Maria right?" Who was Maria? "No and who are you?" I questioned him even though I knew exactly who he was I wanted to get the words out of him. "I've been here for one week now have you not heard of me? Luciano Martini. Yes, yes I am the son of Emilio Martini, please hold your applause." Self centered cocky bitch. You starting to see that yet or no? For me, I'd saldy dealth with that plenty of times before that at this point I’m just far too used to and tired of seeing it. But to be honest if I was in his position I guess I could see why he’d brag endlessly about himself. I would too. His father is one of the most powerful busin

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."

I didn't fail to notice the way Declan's grandmother accessed me then she smiled at me. “Yes Declan. The Genovese family, I have heard of them. They are the fourth richest family in this country, correct me if I'm wrong. But I know I am not mistaken. They are well bred, well connected and you my dear you are quite a beauty”, she said. “Thank you Mrs Westwood it is an honor for me to meet you” I replied smoothly, respectfully bowing my head to her as she studied me for a little bit longer then patted the seat beside her.

And if I use my brain right I am sure he won't find me. I still can't believe I saved the Mafia king's life. I also found out that man's name. He is a white-collar businessman, really famous, Arcangelo Romano. He is one of the richest men in Italy. He had the face of an angel. Very handsome. Gorgeous even.

Having been in power for so long, Grandfather had grown the sentiment that he was above everybody, together with his family, belittling any other person, especially those who were not from any of the other ancient families. There are seven ancient families in Italy, and the seven together are the pillar of the country. Each family represents ultimate power, and the Moretti is the first military family. Our biggest opponent, the Calviano family, was also a military family, but they have less influence in the military world compared to our family. This power has influenced Grandfather's mentality in such a way that it made him blind most times. Moreover, he was thoroughly traditional in most o

I say, ignoring the strange tingling crawling through my body at the thought of some… unknown person undressing me. “Boss doesn’t come out at this time,” Blondie says. “Why not?” “He’s a busy man” “Does he have a name?” I cut in. That earns me a glare from him. Good. That’s how I feel too. “Of course he does,” Redhead says proudly. “He’s Don Rafaele Grimaldi. The wealthiest man in all of Italy. First son of Don Gaetano Grimaldi, leader of—ouff—”