Novel & Cerita Bianca D'alessio Father

“I… I didn’t have a choice. They said if I didn’t play your part, they’d kill me.” Bianca’s heart twisted. “Who are you?” “Alessia,” the girl whispered. “My name is Alessia Romano.” Bianca blinked, stunned. “Romano?” “My mother worked for your father,” Alessia said, tears streaking her face. “He sponsored me after she died, paid for my school, and kept me fed. When the Morettis found me, they said I owed them a debt. They said you’d abandoned us.” Bianca swallowed hard, fury and grief colliding inside her. Lorenzo hadn’t just created a fake scandal; he'd twisted a girl her father once loved like family into a weapon.

With a single look, two black-suited guards moved like shadows, instantly restraining both my foster father and Bianca. "You can't touch me!" the man yelled, sweat pouring down his face. "I'm her foster father! When you found her, Bianca promised you'd let me live!" Those words made Alessio and Gianni freeze. Alessio whipped his head around, his eyes burning into Bianca. "Is that true?" Bianca's face was white. She stammered, unable to form words. "SPEAK!" Alessio roared. "Yes... it was me..." Bianca trembled. "I... I was afraid you'd kill him... I thought it was too cruel... He's my biological father, after all..."

"Bianca Rose Alfredo, the daughter of an American-Italian Mafia leader. She changed her name right after she married your dad, and your aunt was pregnant with you." "So—" I rubbed my forehead, exhaling sharply. "She changed her name to have the same name as my mother? Then why is my father’s name there?" "Well, I don’t know about that. Asking her will be the best option. But I think it must be related to your paternal grandparents’ inheritance and your father’s will. Maybe in his will, the person who could get that was your actual mother. So having the same name could have helped her gain the inheritance. I’m just assuming."

However, after reading it, she locked it away in a drawer, and that night, she cried for a very long time. The letter he left me only contained a single line. “Alessia, I’m sorry.” There were dried bloodstains and tear marks on the paper. As I looked at those three words, I couldn’t describe what I felt. There was no satisfaction or hatred. Maybe we were simply never meant to be father and daughter. After Bianca learned about Father’s death, she rushed over from New Haven and cried hysterically outside the estate gates. She had lost a lot of weight. Her hair looked dry and lifeless, and she wore a cheap coat covered in lint.

I'm sure my panties are as wet as the sea right now, but I didn't want to show him how much of an effect he had on me. “Aren't Alessandro's normal human beings like everyone else? What is your problem? And why are you stalking me? Get off…” I pressed my hand on his chest, attempting to push him away, but he grabbed it just in time. My heart was thumping so hard right now as I stared at him. “Are you that clueless?” He asked while tilting his head. I got confused. What was he talking about? “What are you even talking about?” I asked with a frown. “Miss Valeria Bianchi, your father is the mob leader in New York. Your father is in the mafia business.” He simply said, and I blinked rapidly, tryi

"Hmm. Never heard of it." I force my smile wider. Dante interjects. "Her father is ill. Things slowed down." Gasps and sympathetic sounds around the table. "And your mother?" Mrs Moretti asks gently. "She passed when I was four," I say quietly. "Oh cara," she says, hand to her heart. "Mi dispiace. I’m so sorry." Dante rubs my back lightly. I sip my water. "He’s recovering," I add. "Hopefully soon." The siblings begin chatting about their lives. Marco’s in tech. Alessia owns a high-end kids clothing brand. Bianca’s into wine importing.

The next day, gossip headlines exploded across the news. "Bianchi Family Heir Moves On With New Partner, Former Lover Left Heartbroken." Sofia hadn't even finished her shift when she received a call from Aurelio's mother, Alessia Caruso. "Sofia, come to the house right now. If you don't get here soon, Aurelio's father is going to beat him to death!" By the time she rushed to the Bianchi residence, Aurelio was kneeling at the entrance. His shirt had been torn open by a whip, and the bloody welts across his back were hard to look at.

Grandma Carter silenced the room, then glanced around and asked, "Where's Bianca?" "She left early this morning," the trusted nanny beside Grandma Carter replied. Grandma Carter nodded slightly and turned to Alessia and Dominic, asking with authority, "Where is the child's father? What does he think? You two must know!" Alessia bit her lip. Helplessly, she thought her brother was a scumbag. Dominic also glanced at Alessia subconsciously. Tiffany began to revel in the situation. The real drama was just beginning. No one spoke up, and the room fell unusually silent.

"It will be enough." Giulia looked at her. "Who arranged it?" she said. "A senator," Valeria said. "A man named Bianchi who has been connected to Marco Romano's operation for fourteen years without anyone seeing it." Giulia stared at her. "A senator," she said. "Yes," Valeria said. "My father has been living in hiding for two years because of people like that," Giulia said quietly. "People with good suits and clean records who nobody suspects." She looked at her hands. "He told me once that the most dangerous criminals are the ones who look nothing like criminals."

Jenine's Pov Papa's Mafia was on the verge of bankruptcy or so I heard from the guards Today was the day “ He “ was supposed to take Jamelle, my elder sister, as his bride. She has been relatively happy and chirpy all morning. I have heard whispers about the man she was supposed to get married to. “Gambino” the heir of the Italian Mafia feared by all mafiaI'll. I wonder how Papa managed to get him to agree to an alliance. The whispers around the house revealed that he had requested Jamelle's hand in marriage, and it seemed that everything was going according to plan.