Don’t Mess With The Mafia Heiress Novels & Stories

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

Then it suddenly clicked, and she stepped back in shock. She is Camila Marchetti, the princess of the Marchetti Mafia family. She only has one brother, who is the head of the family, and she just called the man on the bed, which means he is the ruthless and cold-hearted Mafia boss. Leonardo Marchetti As soon as she came to this sudden realization, her legs went weak, and she slumped against the wall, and they all turned to look at me. Seb rushed over to take the baby from her as she eyes slowly closed.

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

The Mila vanished completly in this cheos Since when did I became like this My thoughts drifted toward what Levi's mother said about the Mafia. what if they knew I was a Mafia—a Mafia heiress and princess. My fingers curled slowly in my lap. Would Levi ever forgive me if he knew? If he knew I wasn’t just a woman wanted to make a happy family… but a mafia princess? since when I became that professional in lying? this ruthless? manipulating others for my own benifits. The air felt heavier, like the villa itself was listening. Heels echoed suddenly. Mrs. Marceau entered without hesitation, as if the villa belonged to her in every timeline of existence.

Adrianna’s POV I heard my secret mafia boyfriend, Marco Ross, call me a disposable substitute on our anniversary—as he proposed to another woman, Bianca, the so-called Conti heiress. That same day, he ignored my calls for help while masked men broke in and shot me, taking our unborn child with them. What no one knew? I was the real Conti heiress, and Bianca he chose was just a fraud. So I made one call—I’m going home to take everything back. As for Marco and Bianca… they can both go to hell.

I answered him truthfully, and he mouthed an "oh, releasing me. "Alright then, can you do me a favor?" He asked, and I licked my bottom lip. "What is it?" I asked and he smiled. "Thank you for asking but I would like to know if you can stay as far away as possible from Michelle?" My lips parted in shock. "What? Why?" "Because you are trouble for him and not fit for him. You are the Bride or is it a mistress to the most feared Mafia Don in the world?" He replied and my blood turned cold.

"You've been digging into my life." "I need to know who my daughter really is." "And?" "Over the last three months, the Rossi family's been under new management in Newvale City's underworld: a new Donna, icy and brutal... Is that you?" The silence in the study was punctuated only by the ticking of the clock. "Yes." I was not about to lie to him. Edward shut his eyes, inhaling deeply. "My God. How do I even begin to explain this to Catherine?" His eyes flickered open, a hint of pain behind them. "That her daughter is the Donna of the mafia…"

The Moretti family had one unwritten rule. To officially take the reigning Donna’s place, the Don’s new lover had to command her three times publicly—and be obeyed without question. The day Raffaele Moretti brought Gianna into the council chamber, she gave me her first order. “Take off your wedding ring and put it on my finger.” The entire family waited for me to lose my mind. After all, I had fought at Raffaele’s side through eight years of bloodshed and helped the family’s bastard son become its Don. Everyone was certain I would never bow to Gianna. But without a word, I slipped off the ring and slid it onto her finger as every capo watched. Raffaele leaned back in his chair at the head of

My fiancé, Luciano Marino, was the Don of the Marino family, and he was an extremely careful man. For the five years we'd known each other, he'd kept me on his estate outside the city. "Eleanor, you're my weak spot. I'll never let any of my enemies lay a finger on you." "The fewer people who know about you, the safer you are." So I'd never once appeared in public with him, let alone met his family. Three days before our wedding, I was outside the study when I overheard him talking to the butler. "Don, are you sure you want to schedule your wedding to Ms. Vanderhall for the same day, three days from now?" "That's right." "Then... what about Ms. Ashford?" He took a deep drag on his cigar. "Ele