All Chapters of The Mafia's Chosen Girl: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Shahnaz should have guessed that Amir would do something like this after she had pressed him with questions the night before. But it was too late. The girl had no idea how to find her late uncle's aide. "Miss, should we look for Amir?" the servant asked Shahnaz. "No. But you should have been more observant and reported the incident to me last night." Shahnaz sounded quite angry as she walked past the maid with her head held high and long strides. Meanwhile, the maid looked frightened and just bowed her head. Shahnaz then went to the front door, where police officers were waiting for her to give them a preliminary investigation report. Sure enough, when the girl opened the door, she found several large, handsome, and very handsome men standing there wearing police vests. Pistols and several police attributes also seemed to confirm their true identities. Anyone who saw them even for a moment would know that they were police officers. Shahnaz was curious as to why the person who cal

“Me!” Shahnaz’s shout echoed throughout the parliamentary chamber that day. “I am the legal and state-recognised heir to my uncle … Ekram Adolf.” Everyone turned their attention to Shahnaz, who appeared from behind Husain. As Shahnaz walked in and looked at each of the officials in the room, whom Husain referred to as his late uncle's colleagues, Husain was busy opening his briefcase and taking out several documents to hand over directly to the Prime Minister. The courtroom became chaotic again, even more so than before. Some of them tried to whisper about Shahnaz's presence, which was considered disrespectful to the courtroom and the honourable Parliament proceedings. Added to that was the nonsense she was spouting about the legitimate offspring of Ekram Adolf. All this time, Ekram Adolf had been known as a man who was infertile. He himself had admitted this on various occasions, when many people tried to find out why he and Ismi had no children. "Miss Shahnaz?" Asked the Prime Mi

The room, which felt very cold, was still empty. Inside the room, there was a large table with several chairs lined up right in the middle. Unlike a normal room, this room was actually built in the basement of a large house located in Istanbul, Turkey.To reach this room, one must enter through a special lift with an access card that only certain people have. The camouflage is extraordinary, because without this access card, the lift will only function like a normal lift that takes people to the top floor.Going up to the top floor, there is a magnificent house with a strong Mediterranean style. A spacious yard and a fairly high gate clearly separate the house from the outside area.Upon closer inspection, there are many guard posts at several important points, manned by burly men in black suits and jackets. In addition, there are numerous surveillance cameras that continuously record every event 24 hours a day.The convoy of navy-coloured Rolls Royce Wraith cars, with an engine capac

Arash's thoughts now turned to the fact that he had become very interested in the veiled woman he had met yesterday. Yes, Arash's thoughts had been distracted by the mysterious woman, especially after their last meeting yesterday in the same place that had almost cost Arash his life.The gaze of the woman, whose face Arash could not even see, filled his mind to the point that it was difficult to close his eyes.Even the night, with its pitch-black sky and stars that had almost completely disappeared, was filled with Arash drinking several glasses of whisky while standing on the balcony and letting the cold night wind blow against his skin.He closed his eyes once more, took another deep breath while imagining the woman's beautiful brown eyes and her distinctive scent."Damn it!" Arash exclaimed.His voice was quite soft, although his statement clearly conveyed his anger. Why did a woman's eyes cause him to lose so much focus?"What's wrong, Young Master?" Asked one of his men who was

Zaya avoided television wherever she was. She couldn't bear to hear the latest news about the shooting, and she understood it well. But one thing the girl believed, even though she hadn't read the whole story, was that the incident was not a robbery as it had been portrayed on television. With just a glance at the photos of the incident in the media, Zaya already felt something was off about the number of victims and the way they were all killed with guns. "Zaya ...?" Ilham, an Indonesian student who also worked part-time as a library guard at Koc University, greeted Zaya. "Eh!" Zaya, who had just arrived to replace Ilham from his night shift, was startled and stared at the man with both eyes. "Sorry, sorry ... what did you say, Ilham?" The woman asked. "Well ... there are some books that need to be put away for maintenance. Some need to be fumigated, some need to be restored, and some need to be encapsulated. I sorted some of them last night, but there are still many that I found