Wealthy Italian Surnames Novels & Stories

Their leader, Valentino Falcone, towered above nearly everyone else in the room. The final family arrived. The Deverecci Consortium. Old European money. Their wealth stretched across banks, pharmaceutical companies and international shipping routes. Their patriarch, Luciano Deverecci, carried himself less like a criminal, more like an emperor visiting subjects. Every family in this room had survived nearly four hundred years to be here. We didn't survive through luck. We survived because everyone else died first. Within minutes... Five great families stood beneath one roof. Costello. Capone. Visconti.

The top of my head barely reaches his armpits unlike Lucas. "Alessandro Vito Lombardi." He responds blankly, reaching out his hand to me. I tentatively extend my hand to his, the warm skin of his hand wrapping around mine, little tingles meeting where his skin touches mine. His hand is warm, and the callouses on his hands rub against the soft skin of mine. Wait. Vito Lombardi as in... Vito enterprises. As in... the richest man in both America and Italy... The ruthless Billionare....that Vito Lombardi. Oh god. Why? Why me?

He leaned back in his chair, eyes sharp and calculating. “The Romano family made me an offer I cannot refuse. You’re to marry Adriano Romano.” For a moment, the words didn’t make sense. Adriano Romano? My stomach twisted violently. His name was enough to send shivers racing down my spine. Everyone had heard of him. The youngest mafia don, a man whose empire stretched across cities. Ruthless. Untouchable. They said he built his throne on blood and fear, and that those who dared cross him vanished without a trace.

"Sharon Brooke, who gave you the guts to touch my sister?" His gaze cut through the crowd before pinning her again. "And who gave you the right to point at my dad—Costante Visconti, San Aureli's richest man—and my mom, and call them old bastard? Low-class scum? New-money trash?" The richest man in San Aureli?! The hallway erupted. "My god, it's that Visconti family?" "She's the heiress?!" "Sharon just called the wealthiest family scum and trash..." "She's toast. Look at Mr. Dickson—dude's about to melt."

They would have been good allies, but I doubted they would be willing to help with a matter that didn’t affect them. South from them was the Silver Moon, neighbor for both Blood Moon and Blue Moon. They were about the same size as the Blue Moon, but had quite a poor reputation. Their Alpha, Matteo D’Angeli, was a descendant of an old Italian family, who immigrated during the first World War. Even though they have been living here for generations, they nurtured their old Italian traditions. Such as being involved with the mafia. Richard maintained a good relationship with Alpha Matteo, but I always thought he was an arrogant dick. I highly doubted Duncan had any better opinion about him.

"I only help others to help myself. I ensured they owed me a debt that I could cash in later on. Do you realise the opportunity you have in your hands? With the power and name of the Expositos at your fingertips, you could snap your fingers and Vitalio would be gone." The Expositos. One of the oldest packs in Italy, some say they were the founding fathers of werewolves in Italy. They were also rumoured to have above two members of their family on the council currently. Their wealth was appreciable as it was dirty. To say they were powerful was an understatement. They practically owned the entire crime syndicate in Italy and pulled everyone's strings behind the curtain. Which beggared the que

She smiled, "It's his house, darling. Zavi has many houses all over the world, you just happened to meet him here." I shook my head, "Interesting, he's a very big business tycoon." She laughed. "You can say that. He's very wealthy, all Romano's are very wealthy." She pulls out a white chiffon dress and said, "You would look lovely in this. Try it," I smiled and collected it from her. "What do you mean by Romano?." I pulled off the dress that I wore to breakfast this morning. "He's a Romano. He's the second son of Mr. Loren Romano, the wealthiest man in Italy. He happens to take after his father so he manages the Romano empire."

I’ve seen their yacht at the docks once, and it was huge; I could almost compare it to a cruise ship. Growing up in Italy, the Falcone name was a household name; it was on everyone's lips. Anyone with that surname we were told to be careful around; if anyone were to get into trouble with them, they would mysteriously disappear, and no one would do anything about it. They were spotted around royalties but also married into the royal family or betrothed; they hung around ministers; and they were also known for being sinister.

Myra snapped back. "Ask every single person in Italy and you will get the answer." Luca smiled at her. "If you are Luca Lombardi then how could you be Luca Moretti?" Myra wanted her doubts to be cleared. "Lombardi is our maiden name. My mother was a simple young lady when my dad fell in love with her. He was the most feared Italian don. When he married my mom he decided to create an empire with her name. Lombardi enterprise is our legal business area which was named after my mom's maiden name. You can meet both of them. They are old and live in Milan now."

“Do you have any first names in mind?” “No. I haven’t even thought about it.” “I have a few. Do you want to hear?” “Sure.” “Martina. It goes well with your last name. Martina Marino.” I didn’t know anyone with that name, and I liked how sophisticated it sounded. My daughter wouldn’t be just anyone. She would be the daughter of the richest man in Italy. With a powerful father, she needed a powerful name. Martina Marino. “I like it. I really like it.”