Trillionaire In Disguise (The Mafia’s comeback)

Trillionaire In Disguise (The Mafia's comeback)

Faith Writes

5.0
Comment(s)
399
View
14
Chapters

Returning home upon hearing of his twin brother's death, Lorenzo Lombardi, an Italian trillionaire with ties to the mafia, uncovered the grim truth-his brother had been killed after entangling himself with some bad people. Driven by the need for justice, Lorenzo chooses to adopt a disguise, assuming his old identity to immerse himself in the life his brother led. The revelation that his twin had been subjected to continuous humiliation, particularly following his marriage into a wealthy family, fueled Lorenzo's fury. His brother had endured constant mistreatment, bearing insults and eventual ruin, ultimately leading to his tragic demise. The mafia came for revenge.

Chapter 1 The Romano family

In Italy,

"Capo, Mr. Romano is here to see you," Marco Russo, dressed in a well-tailored suit informed with an Italian accent as he entered an expansive office that contained a meticulously organized grandiose desk that stood at the center of the room, its surface occupied by different executive gadgets.

The walls were decked with contemporary artwork in gilded frames, the floor-to-ceiling window provided a panoramic view of the city skyline with plush leather chairs and sofas for guests.

He let the file slip from his grasp, raising his eyes to meet his personal assistant's gaze. "Now, what does that stronzo want from me?"

Marco, with a raised eyebrow, responded, "No idea, Capo, but I bet it's nothing good, especially with the incessant calls he's been making."

After a contemplative nod, he declared, "Then let him in,"

Showing a sign of respect, Marco left the office to escort Mr. Romano inside.

He came back to the office with Mr. Romano, a young businessman also the same age as the guy he was smirking at. As a matter of fact, they grew up together as rivals and could never stand each other. Marco observed the tension between the two.

"Lorenzo, Lorenzo, Lorenzo!" Stefano exclaimed in a playful Italian accent while laughing as he walked toward the desk, shaking his head at the same time. "You've ascended to a king now, my friend, but it seems you've forgotten how to take me seriously."

Lorenzo chuckled in response, countering, "Now? Building Spark Conglomerate wasn't a one-day affair, Stefano. Are you out of your mind?"

Stefano clenched his teeth in frustration, pointing accusatorily as he said, "You... cavolo!" shaking his head with a disapproving frown. "Io ho bisogno del tuo aiuto con qualcosa (I need your help with something)."

Lorenzo, tilting his head with an arched eyebrow, responded to the words unspoken.

"Didn't you hear me, or do you want me to speak in English? You worked for my father; you're obliged to work for me, bastardo!" Stefano bellowed, frustration evident in his voice.

Lorenzo, sporting a knowing smile, retorted, "You need my help with something, Stefano. However, just because I worked for your father doesn't automatically mean I work for you. As a matter of fact, you're gazing at one of the wealthiest men in Italy, helming the leading corporation with assets worth trillions of dollars. I'm also the Don of Italy's underground world. I'd advise you to watch your tone with me, or I might forget you're his son."

Stefano, letting out a shaky breath, nodded with a smirk, struggling to contain his anger towards Lorenzo. "Not too long ago, you settled my dad's unfinished business after he passed away, whoo! Even their deaths still give me the creeps!" He shuddered while hugging himself.

Seizing a chair, he took a seat before continuing, "It was enough to learn that despite your accomplishments, you still feel beholden to my father for shaping who you are. I am my father's son, and you are the Mafia of the Romano Family, which is why you must help me."

Lorenzo dismissed Stefano's demands with a shake of his head. "I am no longer tethered to the Romano Family's Mafia; that chapter of my life ceased with your father's death. I work for myself now..."

Bang!

A resounding bang echoed as Stefano abruptly stood, forcefully hitting the desk. "Che cazzo?! Without my family, you'd be nothing! The Romanos plucked you from the street and molded you into the formidable figure you are today, honed you into the most feared so you could be readily relied upon! If not for my family, Lorenzo Lombardi would have remained a nobody, you bastardo ingrato!"

Taking a calming breath, Stefano settled back into his chair. "All I need from you is to eliminate my competitors, just as you did for my father. That bastardo is making things difficult for me. If I'm the problem, consider it as helping me maintain my father's legacy; you owe that much to him!"

Lorenzo shot him a dangerous look. "I owe him nothing. Now, get the fuck out of my office!"

Stefano, in disbelief, retorted, "I'm not sure you're listening to me right now, Lorenzo. I'm ordering you to do as I say!"

Lorenzo curled his lip in disdain. "Mangia merde e morte! (Eat shit and die)! If you do not leave, I won't hesitate to throw you out. I have matters demanding my attention, Stefano."

Stefano seethed with anger, rising from his chair. Adjusting his jacket with a sneer, he warned, "This isn't the end, Lorenzo, mark my words!"

With one last glare, Stefano stormed out of the office, slamming the door in a fit of anger.

"Entitled son of a bitch!" Lorenzo muttered under his breath, casting a disgruntled look at Marco. "Start prepping for the next meeting!"

Marco nodded, adding, "Although, Capo, you've been receiving a call."

Lorenzo frowned and inquired, "With whom this time?" "He identified himself as your grandfather from Beverly Hills, California. His name was Donald Anderson." Marco informed.

Lorenzo regarded Marco, a flicker of surprise crossing his features, though he concealed it. Blinking, he inquired, "And did he convey anything else?"

"Not much, Capo. He insisted on speaking directly with you," Marco responded.

"And did he provide a reason?" Lorenzo probed.

Marco glanced left and right as he recollected the conversation. "Oh, yes, I recall now! He mentioned your brother, Noah, I believe. He said he's dead." Lorenzo was stunned by the revelation. "Connect me with him immediately."

Continue Reading

You'll also like

Rejected Heiress: My Heartless Family's Regret

Rejected Heiress: My Heartless Family's Regret

Cassandra
5.0

For seventeen years, I was the pride of the Carlisle family, the perfect daughter destined to inherit an empire. But that life ended the moment a DNA report slid across my father’s mahogany desk. The paper proved I was a stranger. Vanessa, the girl sobbing in the corner, was the real biological daughter they had been searching for. "You need to leave. Tonight. Before the press gets wind of this. Before the stock prices dip." My father’s voice was as cold as flint. My mother wouldn't even look at me, staring out the window at the gardens as if I were already a ghost. Just like that, I was erased. I left behind the Birkin bags and the diamonds, throwing my Centurion Card into a crystal bowl with a clatter that echoed like a gunshot. I walked out into the cold night and climbed into a rusted Ford Taurus driven by a man I had never met—my biological father. I went from a mansion to a fourth-floor walk-up in Queens that smelled of laundry detergent and struggle. My new siblings looked at me with a mix of fear and disgust, waiting for the "fallen princess" to break. They expected me to beg for my old life back, to crumble without the luxury I’d known since birth. But they didn't know the truth. I had spent years training in a shark tank, honing survival skills they couldn't imagine. While Richard Carlisle froze my trust funds to starve me out, my net worth was climbing by millions on an encrypted trading app. They thought they were throwing me to the wolves. They didn't realize they were just letting me off my leash. As the Carlisles prepared to debut Vanessa at the Manhattan Arts Gala, I was already making my move. "Get dressed. We're going to a party."

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

HIS DOE, HIS DAMNATION(An Erotic Billionaire Romance)

Viviene
4.9

Trigger/Content Warning: This story contains mature themes and explicit content intended for adult audiences(18+). Reader discretion is advised. It includes elements such as BDSM dynamics, explicit sexual content, toxic family relationships, occasional violence and strong language. This is not a fluffy romance. It is intense, raw and messy, and explores the darker side of desire. ***** "Take off your dress, Meadow." "Why?" "Because your ex is watching," he said, leaning back into his seat. "And I want him to see what he lost." ••••*••••*••••* Meadow Russell was supposed to get married to the love of her life in Vegas. Instead, she walked in on her twin sister riding her fiance. One drink at the bar turned to ten. One drunken mistake turned into reality. And one stranger's offer turned into a contract that she signed with shaking hands and a diamond ring. Alaric Ashford is the devil in a tailored Tom Ford suit. Billionaire CEO, brutal, possessive. A man born into an empire of blood and steel. He also suffers from a neurological condition-he can't feel. Not objects, not pain, not even human touch. Until Meadow touches him, and he feels everything. And now he owns her. On paper and in his bed. She wants him to ruin her. Take what no one else could have. He wants control, obedience... revenge. But what starts as a transaction slowly turns into something Meadow never saw coming. Obsession, secrets that were never meant to surface, and a pain from the past that threatens to break everything. Alaric doesn't share what's his. Not his company. Not his wife. And definitely not his vengeance.

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Rising From Wreckage: Starfall's Epic Comeback

Huo Wuer
4.5

Rain hammered against the asphalt as my sedan spun violently into the guardrail on the I-95. Blood trickled down my temple, stinging my eyes, while the rhythmic slap of the windshield wipers mocked my panic. Trembling, I dialed my husband, Clive. His executive assistant answered instead, his voice professional and utterly cold. "Mr. Wilson says to stop the theatrics. He said, and I quote, 'Hang up. Tell her I don’t have time for her emotional blackmail tonight.'" The line went dead while I was still trapped in the wreckage. At the hospital, I watched the news footage of Clive wrapping his jacket around his "fragile" ex-girlfriend, Angelena, shielding her from the storm I was currently bleeding in. When I returned to our penthouse, I found a prenatal ultrasound in his suit pocket, dated the day he claimed to be on a business trip. Instead of an apology, Clive met me with a sneer. He told me I was nothing but an "expensive decoration" his father bought to make him look stable. He froze my bank accounts and cut off my cards, waiting for the hunger to drive me back to his feet. I stared at the man I had loved for four years, realizing he didn't just want a wife; he wanted a prop he could switch off. He thought he could starve me into submission while he played father to another woman's child. But Clive forgot one thing. Before I was his trophy wife, I was Starfall—the legendary voice actress who vanished at the height of her fame. "I'm not jealous, Clive. I'm done." I grabbed my old microphone and walked out. I’m not just leaving him; I’m taking the lead role in the biggest saga in Hollywood—the one Angelena is desperate for. This time, the "decoration" is going to burn his world down.

Chapters
Read Now
Download Book