Feel-Good Story Mafia Short Stories & Biological Family Novels

For three years, I was Damian's pampered little bird. People said I had nothing but my looks. His sister claimed if I left the Family, I wouldn't survive three days alone. I never took comments like that seriously. After all, my father was the Don of Sicily's oldest and most powerful Family, so I'd heard people underestimate me since childhood. Three years ago, I left my own Family just to be with Damian. With him, I didn't have to watch anyone's mood or clean up anyone's messes. No one cared how much I spent, and every morning I woke to another eight-figure deposit to spend as I pleased. My biggest problem was that before I could finish spending, the interest came in and ruined the nice round number in my balance. Who would willingly give up a life like that? Then I learned the other eight of Sicily's Nine Families had joined forces to swallow the Marchetti Family whole. The Don was forced to sign agreement after agreement surrendering Marchetti territory. Damian's two older brothers were detained, and even Damian was pinned against the long conference table and forced to acknowledge the agreements as legitimate. Rafe tossed a pen in front of Damian, then glanced back at me. “You've taken good care of your little bird. She's mine now.” I stayed where I was and quietly assessed the situation. If the Marchetti Family collapsed, where would I find another man who'd let me spend as much as I wanted? So, just before Damian lowered his head, I stepped forward, tossed the pen back across the table, and took the seat at its head. “If you're dividing the spoils, why exactly was the Caruso Family left out?” Then I turned to Rafe. “You'd better tell the people above you that the woman sitting here is the daughter of the Don of the Caruso Family.” “I want them here within thirty minutes.” “Anyone who refuses to come will be declaring themselves an enemy of the Caruso Family.”

At the university Ball, Ada ripped my necklace from my throat in front of everyone. Emeralds skittered across the floor. She planted her hand on her hip and jabbed a finger in my face. "Elena, you thief! How dare you steal my necklace? My brothers had it custom-made for me. You had no right to touch their gift!" The ballroom went silent. Her favorite lackey, Louise Parker, swept toward me with her chin high. "Ada is the Costa brothers' little sister. You're dead this time!" A collective gasp rippled through the crowd. "The Costa family? The one that controls the weapons pipeline along the entire Eastern Seaboard?" "Everyone knows the three Costa brothers guard their sister like their lives depend on it. The last guy who tried to get close to her supposedly had his arms and legs cut off before they threw him into an underground fighting pit full of starving wolves." "She's really their sister? Elena is in serious trouble this time!" I stared at the emeralds scattered across the floor, and a disbelieving laugh escaped me. The Costa brothers did have a cherished younger sister. That was me, Elena Costa.

My name is Elvira Rossi, daughter of Don Rossi, head of the Itavelle mafia family. Three months ago, my father was killed. Our operations were stripped bare, nothing left. The accounts were draining fast, and the family still had mouths to feed. Then a DNA report surfaced out of nowhere. According to it, I was the LaRosa family's long‑lost true heiress, missing for eighteen years. Money, at last, had found its way to me. For the sake of my people, I was willing to set aside my pride and play the part of a sheltered heiress. The car sent to escort me back to the estate broke down halfway up the mountain? I steadied it with one hand and carried it the rest of the way to the hilltop manor. The fake heiress dissolved into tears, accusing me of pushing her? I answered by striking the century-old tree in the courtyard, splitting it clean through. She went silent immediately. My fiancé sent bodyguards to "teach me self‑defense"? My two friends politely introduced them to the concept of being permanently embedded in a wall. As my so‑called "family" shook in fear, my knuckles cracked softly. After all, before inheriting the mafia, I inherited my father's favorite rule: "If violence can solve it, don't waste words."

Elena Shaw is the wife of Henry Leone, the current head of the Monraven-based Mafia family in Newshire. She has been married to him for two years, but he has never once slept with her. Late one night, she inadvertently sees Henry relieving his desires while listening to a woman's voice. The voice belonged to Irene Shaw, her adopted younger sister and Henry's ex-fiancee. The year Elena turned 18, a DNA report changed both hers and Irene's fates. Elena is the real heir of the Shaw family, who had been taken at a young age and discarded abroad in Etolia. Meanwhile, Irene is the one who has taken her place in the Shaw family, receiving all of the love and glory that should've belonged to Elena. When Elena is brought back to the Shaw family, she replaces Irene as Henry's fiancee. However, Henry only marries her to take revenge against her for "ruining Irene's life". Even the fact that he had once saved her life turns out to be part of an elaborate lie. After learning the truth, Elena doesn't hesitate to leave. Once she disappears from Henry's world, the usually calm and collected Henry loses his mind.