All Chapters of The Mafia's Princess Returns: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

A few weeks later at my father's funeral. The guests had arrived in the yard. I was glad they had come to show their sincerity and condolences but I guess today had a lot of things to unfold. We never attended any church for real so we hired a reverend to handle the funeral for a token. Maria and I had our same dress, half knee length and black heels. My fascinator was quite different from hers. We sat in the second row with Gio, And Teo by my side. You know what they say about your killer attending your funeral? That's exactly what this was all about. I had to take the bull by the horn and my father deserved nothing more than the way he died. A mysterious death no one can track. My sun glasses covered my face as we listened to the sermon. I knew I could sit there listening to all that shot about living a good and hold life. My father was never good to me and he was never holy, he did things I never couldn't imagine. After the sermon, his remains were taken to the cemetery. The blo

The entire hall began to rumble in cold murmurs and side gossips.“But she can’t just do that”. Enzo covered his face in his hands as he lowers his head and shame. Isabella has just broke him and his name to shamble. The humiliation he served me seven years ago has now been returned with double spices and flavors served to him in a cold way. I looked at him, daggering my looks at him with a soft cringe smile tugging he corner of my lips. Her wings have finally been clipped and she definitely knows he couldn’t stand my pressure for a bit. I haven’t been at the house myself while still working on a couple of this to do at the office. My grandpa was still on his dying bed while all of this was going on. The once sihoullete and busy hall soon became tensed with filthy gossips and side talks but this time they were not for me, they were for Isabella and her shameless man. Dominico looked over at me and saw the smile I on and shook his head slightly before leaning over to me to speak in wit

The annual council meeting was scheduled today the 10th of June, no one dares to miss except in very rare cases. The entire city now growls Guilliana’s name. Her firsceness, her resilience and her self-will was something to emulate. Sitting in my car at the parking lot just a few steps away from the conference room booked for this Mafia meeting I wondered if she had worked on herself so hard to prove the point to everyone. My phone beeps and a message lights up the screen. I grabbed the phone and read through the content of the message. “The meeting is about to begin and we need everyone here” it was a message from the council PRO. Here things worked differently and everyone knows the rules even though we are from different groups and cartels we had to finally agree to something and pay our dues accurately. In this gathering kings and generational wealth and bonds are made. I took the keys of the starter and brushed my beard once again checking the mirror for some sort of self valid

I drove the car as fast as I could down to the hospital. Maria by my side. I knew the worst was about to happen yet kept my heart in a denial stage. The worst couldn't possibly happen now. My family and everything around me was under a tough restructuring stage and now an emergency. For the past weeks I have only called the hospital to know how he was doing.Jumping out of the car like horses on gallops we rushed in through the hospital front door. The doctors were standing in the hallway waiting for me to arrive. Their faces had smiles yet I couldn't figure out if it was for me or for someone else. I hurried to the one doctor I recognized.“Ms. Ricci”. He shook my hands and then went on to Maria to do the same.“Doctor, I received an emergency call from the hospital. Is my grandfather fine? What is this about?” I queried. Worried about his health.“Your grandfather is doing okay. Besides we need you to see something that's the reason we called”. He told me. “Okay”. My heart was raci

A few weeks had passed, life was almost normal again. Giorgio still has his place with his father and Maria too had her business to run. I was standing right in front of my office window staring into the city from the tower where I stood. The city boozled with its daily activities, car humming and honking. My hand behind my back as I studied keenly the vastness of the city. The same city I grew up in had turned into a den of thief, money launderers, serial killers and the Mafia game had grown really terribly. The life I didn't want my son to get involved in was suddenly revolving around him. You know what they say about our environment and how it affects us? Standing behind these thick glass walls I knew for sure that Sicily and its notorious crimes would run off on my boy soon. I snapped my fingers, my plans ready to be executed before things got out of hand.I heard the door creak open then she got it. “Ma'am, you have been sent an invite for the Mafia meeting tonight. 7pm”. “Mafi