Todos los capítulos de Taming The Mafia Princess : Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 9

Diana's POV If life wanted to kill me, it could at least buy me flowers first. Instead, it chose to attack me with an empty gas cylinder at six-thirty in the morning."Not today... please!" I groaned, twisting the stove knob for the fifth time.Click. Click. Click. Nothing.I tried once more, applying extra pressure as if my willpower could force the gas out of thin air.Still nothing!The suffocating silence coming from the cold burner was louder than any alarm clock. Behind me, the dining room was already sliding into absolute, chaotic warfare."Diana!" Vlad screamed from the table, his chair scraping violently against the floor. "Matei stole my sausage!""I did not, stupid!" Matei protested, his cheeks puffed out like a hamster's with his mouth overflowing with food. "You literally have one in your mouth right now!""I was protecting it!" Matei shot back, abandoning his plate entirely and running around the table. Vlad chased him around with a metal fork and knife in hand like a

Diana's POV“I just found a job for you that pays more in one month than you've ever made in an entire year!” Sofia screamed excitedly from the other side of the line, her voice so loud it practically vibrated through the speaker.I blinked, pulling the phone an inch away from my ear. “What...?”Is this girl a psychic? How on earth did she already know I lost my cafe job less than an hour ago? I was still drowning in my own bewildered thoughts when her sharp tone dragged me right back to reality.“I’m sending an Uber to your location right now,” she ordered with full girl boss authority. “Get in and meet me ASAP, migliore amico!”Before I could even answer, the call disconnected. I let out a breathless, disbelieving laugh. Sure enough, less than three minutes later, a bright yellow cab pulled up along the curb in front of me.I tapped lightly on the passenger window to signal the driver, pulling open the door and sliding into the plush back seat. As the car pulled smoothly into the mi

Francesco's POVThis was the ninth interview in two months, and my patience had long since expired. I had shipping routes to secure, rival syndicates to monitor, and millions moving through laundering channels. Sitting in my CCTV control room to watch another incompetent woman whimper in front of a five-year-old was a complete waste of my time.Diana Popescu. Let’s see what you’re actually made of…The high-definition monitors showed the Maybach as it glided into the courtyard. The rear door opened, and she stepped out.Vibrant red hair pinned into a high, slightly messy bun. Sharp, observant green eyes. A vintage crimson dress that hugged long, sculpted legs without being too vulgar. She was undeniably beautiful—a natural, dangerous kind of beauty that most men in my line of work would foolishly ruin themselves just to have.However, it wasn't her appearance that caught my attention.Any other woman stepping onto Marino soil would be gawking at the fleet of custom sports cars or br

Diana's POV“It belonged to Mr. Francesco Marino.”The breath caught in my throat. Wait, what? Francesco Marino?!For a wild, desperate second, I prayed there was another man in Milan with that exact same name. Maybe a wealthy baker. A retired footballer. An eccentric tech mogul. Anyone else…"Papa..." I started, my voice trembling as I gripped the edge of the kitchen counter. "What... What exactly did he look like?"Papa rubbed his stubbled chin, staring up at the yellow ceiling light as he recalled the encounter. "Well, he was massive. Built like a brick wall, tailored suit, piercing blue eyes that looked right through you. And he didn't smile once. Not even a polite nod. Cold as ice."Bingo!My stomach plummeted straight into my shoes. It was him. THE Francesco Marino. The figure whose very surname made street gangs vanish and powerful businessmen break into cold sweats.I was currently on his payroll."Diana?" Mom dropped her dish rag, her sharp eyes scanning my face. "You look li

Diana's POV"Nanny!" Lucia’s sharp, toddler voice rang out across the distance. Before I could even react, she broke away from her security and came running straight toward me.My heart hammered violently against my ribs as my eyes instinctively moved over her small head, locking right onto her uncle’s icy, unreadable gaze. Mr. Francesco Marino stood thirty feet away, like a towering shadow.Lucia skidded to a halt and threw her arms around my legs. I crouched down to her level, a soft smile breaking across my face as I gently patted her hair.She turned her head, her hazel eyes landing squarely on Sofia, who was standing beside me in a fitted designer blazer. Sofia offered a warm, polite wave, attempting her best "I'm friendly" smile.Lucia didn't wave back. Instead, she scoffed loudly, scanning Sofia from her designer heels up to her manicured hair with zero shame."Your clothes are ugly," Lucia giggled, proudly flaunting her messy bun—the exact same hairstyle I had worn to my inter