Wealthy Italian Surnames Novels & Stories

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.

It is now the next day which means that today is the day that I get to meet Luciano's parents, and I am freaking out, I don't know how I am supposed to impress a billionaires parents. My parents never thought me any of this. This whole entire morning I’ve been nothing but nervous and scared and quite frankly freaking out. No one really teaches you any of this. I mean he is EMILIO MARTINI. A very powerful man, he has come from so far and he has a made a life for himself as one of the most richest men in Italy. The fact that he’s even known and well respected here and today I am meeting him? What if it all goes horribly? What if the plan fails? Oh shoot. The first time I meet my boyfriend’s pa

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—”

The money would not be an issue for them anymore. "Sabby…back to earth…hello!" Victoria snapped her fingers in front of Sabrina who was lost in her imaginary world. Sabrina blinked as she got out of her trance of her brilliant future. “Velenoso. Is it an Italian name?" "Yup. That's the main attraction I have with him. He is an Italian. His name literally means Poisonous and I want to meet this lethal man." Victoria scoffed. "Well good luck to you. As far as I know, these mobsters are some fifty-year-old grandpa's."

The aura emanating from him is so strong that I find myself taking a step back. Dominic Thorgha, one of Italy’s richest men and he comes from old money. When I mean old money, I mean money so old that it belongs in a museum. I have heard about him, read about him but never have I ever seen his face until today. He owns the biggest jewelry company in the country, more like he makes them. He starts to walk towards me, breaking me away from my thoughts. Each stride screams of opulence, wealth, class and whatnot.

Millicent shrugged her shoulders “I guess it's a good thing my cousins ​​don't have a grandmother like you. They deserve to only live with people who are as sweet and kind as they and their parents are.” “You insolent girl! You have no idea what carrying that surname really means!” “And do you know?” Millie countered “Because, as far as my father told me, you weren't born with the surname Bianchi either, were you? Until your marriage, you were a Morelli. And it's with what's left of the fortune and companies that this family you follow trying to sabotage my father and my uncle, just to try to convince our partners and investors that my father isn't a competent enough CEO, is he? I think mayb