Alessia Cara Parents Romane & Geschichten

Phoebe continued. "That Alesha spends money as if it grew on trees. A while ago, she insisted on buying some limited-edition designer bag, but your mom refused her. She threw a huge tantrum, claiming that your mom mistreats her and doesn't act like a real mom at all. The two of them have been at each other's throats ever since. "But your mom brought this on herself. She abandoned you, her own biological daughter, to play stepmother. Did she think being a stepmother would be easy?

Alessia mutters but he ignores her. “I didn’t even care when you thought you were rebelling by attending all those parades. I was proud that you were exerting your liberty. What I did not like was the fallout with the paparazzi; topless pictures of you popping up everywhere, rumours that you were using, and the embarrassing scandal with that CEO’s wife. It was bad for the family, bad for business. How can I say I have control over my business when I cannot control my child?”

Alessia mused to her uncle Matteo, her smile brighter than the light in the room. “Gramp and Grams?” Godfather’s brows creased in confusion. Not everyone knew about my father and Eros, and I was not in the habit of elaborating. I cleared my throat. “My father and his wife.” “You talk to them?” “I do.” Godfather didn’t question because of the mob code and turned his attention back to Alessia. “Are you excited to be here?” “I am,” Alessia answered. “Nonna has told me a lot about you.”

I said flatly. “No,” Marco agreed. “But this does.” He pulled his phone from his pocket and turned the screen toward me. An old photograph. A woman standing beside a man whose face I can never forget. Alessia's parents. “Her parents weren’t just normal people,” Marco said softly. “They were investigating a lot of cases.” I stared at the image. “And Alessia?” Marco slid his phone away. “If her bloodline connects where I think it does… she's not safe anywhere.”

Her throat choked with emotions. “I don’t care,” he replied. “I. Want. You.” He stared in her green emerald eyes. “And that is all that matters.” His voice was authoritative. Alyssa melted at those words. She had this sudden urge to get up and kiss him senseless. But she had to tell him the truth. It was extremely important now. “My mother is Magda, Queen of Yezia, and my father’s name is Alan.”

I yelled. My knees hit the floor. “Please! Don’t—Elena! Lorenzo!” “Stop fighting,” Sophia said, wiping invisible dust from her coat. “You’re not in control anymore, sweetheart.” She turned to leave but paused. “Oh, one more thing. I did some digging. You know, after your little performance at the charity ball. Turns out, Alessia Cotti is more than just some runaway lover.” My heart stopped. “What?” I asked, shocked. “You’re the daughter of Carlo Cotti, aren’t you?” she asked again.

Rolling her eyes, Bianca said, "Auntie, isn't Alessia your daughter?" Ava's eyes flickered slightly, and she smiled warmly. "Miss Carter, please don't misunderstand. Of course, I dote on my own daughter, but my daughter grew up in the countryside and suffered a lot. She never had the chance to participate in shows like this before, so I may have misspoken." Ava wasn't surprised that Bianca knew Alessia. After all, Alessia even knew Dominic. However, it was unexpected that Alessia could evoke such protective words from the spoiled and willful Miss Carter. Ava didn't know what was happening today; she kept letting slip things she shouldn't say.

Mom’s voice echoed the room causing Noah to flinch a bit. He once looked at Yadiel before slamming his back on the couch. This is one of the signs that we need to shut our mouths and listen to what Mom will say. “Who are you?” Using her usual toneless voice, she asked. I can feel Yadiel’s hand whose still not leaving the hem of my shirt. I glanced at him, saying that he should introduce himself or else he’ll face my father alone after this. “I’m Yadiel Tyson Williams, Alessia’s boss.” Standing straight, he answered.

she spat angrily through gritted teeth, "after I found out we were both positive, we started taking treatment. It's a miracle that he and I don't have AIDS yet but I came here to tell you that...uh...I'm not sure when your father got it but...you need to go for a test, Celeste." ~~~ "So, tell us, how did you two meet?" A group of what I assume to be trophy wives asked me. There was three ladies in this group. The one who asked me had a very British accent, and she was a beauty. Beautiful wavy brown hair, tanned complexion, her makeup was stellar and her smile seemed genuine. But hey, she could be one hell of an actress. "Ugh, forgive her forwardness, my name's Beverly," I assume the leader o

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.