All Chapters of The Mafia Devil's Princess: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The plan was simple.If I wanted the Eboncorp empire to fall into ruins, I had to start by pulling the rug from under their feet—by crushing the complacency they built their throne on. And that meant targeting the very woman who hid behind charity and gold-plated titles: Susan Hail.Eboncorp was the pride of the Hail family. But before their name shined in headlines and before their logos sat on every glass tower downtown, it was my father’s company. He raised it from ashes with his bare hands and bled to keep it alive. But the Hails? They came in like vultures—infecting everything with their greed and gutting the soul out of the company he built.Worse, when whispers of illegal activities surfaced—trafficking, bribery, money laundering—their PR machine spun fairy tales, and somehow, the Evans name was left to hold the bag. My father’s conscience shattered long before his death. But even in his casket, I could feel the weight of betrayal pressing down on his legacy.As the only daught

“He begged me to take him with me.”Sebastian’s voice was quiet—too quiet—as he stood at the whiteboard, back to us. His hand trembled slightly as he lifted the pen, but he didn’t write a thing.Aemond and I exchanged a glance.“I told him I couldn’t. That I’d come back. That if I took even one, they’d know something was wrong.”He finally turned to us, jaw clenched, eyes darker than I’d ever seen them. “The kid just stared at me. You know what he said before I left? ‘It’s okay, mister. I’ll pretend I’m asleep so they won’t take me tonight.’ Like he’s done it before. Like he’s learned how to be invisible.”Aemond looked away.Sebastian…”“I left him there.” Sebastian dropped the pen onto the table with a loud clack. “I told him to wait.”Struggling for control, he blew out a loud breath and ran a hand over his hair. "We've verified it," he added more firmly, bringing himself back to the present. “The Hails are trafficking children through that facility. They’re all orphans—no paperwo

“Let me fucking out of here!”With a strong kick, the tip of my heels grazes through the man’s neck, which topples him to the ground. Right now, I am in the questioning room demanding an answer from the only man we could keep alive from the rescue. The other children were taken into Sebastian’s friend, who was a child welfare officer.But we still didn’t get any leads about Mr. Reeves.This is the only man we can question. And we need answers before daylight.Before the news explodes to Susan herself.“I said fucking let me out, lady!”I grabbed his hair and pulled him to face me. He winced in pain as he stared at me with hopeless, bloodshot eyes. “The only time you’ll be let out is when you die.” “Then fucking kill me.”“Don’t get too excited. That will soon come.” I crossed my arms and sat on a stool. “In the meantime, you and I can be very good friends.”“Fuck you!” he spat at me, livid. “Do you really think no one will me?!”“Yes.” I answered almost immediately. “Do you?”The m

“The game is on.” Sebastian and I surveyed the peaceful streets of Carvelle from the top of a skyscraper. Here, we could see every silhouette of a human, passing like ants on the streets. Every misdemeanor, every little piece of trash hiding in the alleys. The wind blew, and I held on to the rails. I never told anyone I was afraid of heights. Sebastian closed his eyes as the cold night breeze wafted his glorious visage, the strands of his midnight black hair somehow glittered in the light of the moon. I did not allow my mesmerization by his beauty to escape my lips.God… he would’ve been so attractive— if only he didn’t kill people.His eyes shifted to mine, and I immediately pulled them away and cleared my throat. “Should we get to it?”He smirks, too excited to play this little game of his.“Let’s go play cat and mouse with Alberto Ruiz.” ________Noir de Costas were spread all over the city that night. When the clock turned 10 and curfew for minors kicked in, the streets becam

The Hails. A name that struck fear and whispered silence across Carvelle.Three siblings. Damian. Davide. Susan.Each of them ran an empire built on sin. Damian controlled an expansive pyramid scheme masked as investment portfolios. Davide drowned the lower sectors of the city in drugs so pure they could kill with a single line. And Susan? Susan’s crimes were the blackest of them all—child trafficking. A twisted empire of missing children and shattered innocence.One might ask, how have they not been caught?The answer was simple: power and protection. The Carvelle police were little more than dogs on a leash, turning a blind eye in exchange for wealth and favors. To fight monsters like the Hails, the government had resorted to darkness of its own—hiring off-the-record mercenary groups and vigilante mobs. Noir de Costas was one of them. Ruthless, calculating, and untraceable.The Hails masked their operations under the pristine guise of a corporation: Eboncorp. A conglomerate of ‘sust