Betrayed And Bound To Be The Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

Even though a part of me was scared of what was coming, I knew I had to face it. One of them came forward, reading the page in his hands. “By the rules of this mafia, Isabelle Roman is charged with the crimes of treachery and infidelity, and is punished to the highest degree for a woman. She has to go through the beatings as any traitor would, and then be a personal slave to the highest bidder in the mafia.” I let out a shaky breath as I looked over at Achilles, waiting to see his reaction. He came forward. I looked into his eyes as he grabbed me by my arms. “Take her,” He said to the soldiers and I closed my eyes. Another hell I wouldn’t forget.

Malik looked at him in shock. "She is my woman! Not any whore.. And true mafia never leaves his woman! But a Mafia-like you will never understand it, who even betrayed & killed his own wife, Zubaida. You will never understand the fact that a true Mafia needs to become a man first, before becoming any leader or king. But You are not a man enough to understand this because no matter what happens, no matter who comes across, True Mafia is above all that. So think before saying anything about my woman because

Then Lucrezia dropped a few documents on his table and said, “I already reviewed these proposals, and I believe they are good to go. Give them a quick scan before signing anything.” He chuckled, then started flipping through the pages without scanning them and signed the papers. “I told you to at least look at them. What if I’m already letting you sign a transfer of properties to my name?!” she scolded. “I trust you well, Zia. And if you ever betray me… I’ll simply throw you to Gavin so he can deal with you,” he joked. Lucrezia was not just an executive assistant to him; she was like a sister. She had practically grown up under his grandmother’s care, which was why his grandma loved her and

It is a monumental task, but I know my woman she will not stop until she stops them all together. They have enlisted the help of the Mafia Queen Cassandria DeAngelis. She was the first female Donna. She and her husband, Matteo DeAngelis, rule over every crime family in the criminal underworld. That includes not only the mafia but expands to the Triads and the Yakuza as well.

"Queen Nicole, I will investigate this matter immediately. Such an incident should never have occurred on my turf." I waved a hand dismissively. "No need. The culprit is right here." Merla flinched at my words, then hesitantly stepped forward. "Um… my dear fiance, you must be mistaken. Nicole was just a cheerleader from my high school. How could she possibly be the Queen of the Mafia? "I mean, we've known each other since high school. If she had any sort of background, wouldn't I know?" Even at this point, Merla clung to a sliver of hope. As far as she knew, I was just an ordinary office worker, barely scraping by at the bottom of society.

My head hurt just by thinking of it. “O-Okay,” I found myself answering. My hand gripped tightly on the phone tightly in my ear. Victor doesn’t know what happened last night. Even my friends. So I don’t think they are aware that my life is in danger right now. They don’t even know that I am to become the Red Cartel queen, a dangerous mafia organization my parents built over the years before they passed away.

I argued, but the tremble in my voice gave me away. “I’m not,” he whispered. “I loved her. I would have given her anything. But she wanted everything. She wanted to be the wife of the big, bad mafia Don, so I let her. And she let him put a child in her.” My heart was beating even faster than usual.

I slammed the laptop shut, the sound sharp in the silence. They thought they could humiliate me. Strip me of my position and give it to that old fart. I should have known they were in it when they kept brushing me off and prolonging our call. A laugh tore from my throat, bitter, low and dangerous. “If they want a mafia king so badly, then I’ll give them one. One way or the other."

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

But one thing was certain: She wasn’t just trapped in the Mafia King’s home. She was trapped in his war. And she didn’t even know the rules yet.