Betrayed And Bound To Be The Mafia Queen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Cassandra asked. “I can help you with vital information against Edward not only here but also with his connection with the mafia” Kelly chimed joyously. Cassandra turns to her man who gives her a simple nod. “When it comes to do with the mafia, we take those who can be trusted. Kelly, no one has shown me I can trust you. Yes, you betrayed me and took the scum I called a man. I have left all that in the past, but what I can't let go of is what you're doing now.

He held them in his arms and shook his head at me before getting out of the car. My heart was thumping hard in my chest. I can’t believe I am scared of that mafia queen. I watched Jake disappear into the mansion in the side mirror and started the car once again, driving it into the garage and parking it amongst the other cars. I stepped out of the car, slamming it shut when I saw a gunman approaching me. "The queen is calling you," he stated flatly. "I know," I said rudely and started walking to the entrance of the mansion, ready for the worst. She is going to torture me sexually, that’s what she knows how to do best.

“Rafael Romano, your day is finished. No matter what big Mafia you are, you are nothing in front of the Ivanov's. They will vanish you with the snap of their fingers. You have no idea Aunt Rosaline is the Mafia Queen. Once she gets to know you kept her daughter hostage she will cut you in pieces and feed them to the dogs.” I forced a smile at Rafael who's eyes were stuck on me the whole time. I just hope he didn't get suspicious of me. I can't fight with the whole Mafia Gang even though I'm a good fighter. I looked at Aurelia and a smile broke into my lips seeing her laughing with Isabella. 'Bestie, I will get you out of this hellhole. You have me. I will do anything to reunite with your fam

“If one of ours is taken, we collect in full. The rules are simple. Blood for blood. Debt for debt. You chose your path years ago, Damon. You must live with what you planted.” He tried to speak again, but I cut him off with wide eyes. “Since you refuse to tell your daughter the crime you committed,” I said, my voice slow and steady, each word i said was dragging across the air like the pull of a trigger, “and why you’ve chosen to betray her instead of dying like a man, as the mafia laws demand, then let me do you the honors.” Damon’s eyes widened. His lips trembled, and he reached a shaky hand toward me as if he could stop what was coming. He couldn’t.

“You abandoned her.” Her breath hitched. “I had to. If I’d stayed, we’d both be dead. But I swear to you — I will go back for her. I just needed someone with power. Someone who can open the gates I can’t.” I studied her, then the case, then the blood drying on her hands. She was no liar. No schemer. Just a woman desperate enough to cross into a wolf’s den carrying a queen’s ghost. Matteo shifted beside me. “You believe her?”

She nodded, her fingers brushing the safehouse key, her resolve steeling. Giulia’s betrayal was ash, Dante’s voicemails were dust, and Sofia’s schemes were next. As Alessandro’s hand lingered on her shoulder, his trust a weapon, Livia knew she wasn’t just a gambled bride—she was a queen, and Milan’s underworld would bend to her will.

“You can keep running. But trust me, you won’t get far.” His words felt like a threat, but I could hear something else behind them. There was a strange offer in his voice. The mafia heir, a man capable of anything, offering me protection. It should have made me want to walk away, to run as fast as I could, but instead, a small part of me felt drawn to the idea. “I don’t need your protection,” I snapped, trying to keep my composure. “I don’t need you.” His eyes darkened, and he took another step closer, his body mere inches from mine now. “You don’t have to need me, Lila. I’ll make you need me, I swear it. And when you do, you’ll understand why you can’t escape me.”

If only he knows who I am, I'm sure he is gonna hate me. I'm Anna,the bloody queen, a killer, an unmerciful assassin, so love isn't meant for me.. I have to go back to work! I won't rest until every godanm killer of my family members stops breathing.. I walked to my notice board.. Two more names to go.. And guess who is next? A so called Mr.martins peter.. "What a nice name" I muttered as I attach a lighter to the paper which bore his name.. "Get ready Mr martins! I'm coming for you! Anna is coming for you" I laughed coldly as I watch the paper burn to ashes..

“It was different.” “It was hot,” Selena suggested and in response, my brows jerked with indifference. “Anyway, we have to talk about The Pretties.” It seemed her Mafia Queen mode was back on. “After the last attack I initiated, they went into hiding but they recently resumed their activities and it seems they have teamed up with a wonderful enemy of mine.” Her feet ended up behind me and soon, my wrists felt the sweet embrace of freedom. But, before I could get up and cover my nudity, the woman pinned me down with a strong grip on my shoulder blades.

Adrian The room was a cage disguised as luxury. Silk sheets that mocked my freedom. Crystal lamps that lit up my despair like spotlights on a prisoner. I paced like a trapped animal, chest heaving, fists clenched until my nails bit into my palms, drawing tiny crescents of pain that grounded me. How did it come to this? One stupid night in a club, one moment of weakness, and now I was the “wife” - no, the WIFE- of Adrian Valente, the mafia king who thought he could own me like a pretty trinket on his shelf.