Don’t Mess With The Mafia Heiress Novels & Stories

He gladly stressed it. "You now have the opportunity to play the ball in your court wisely. You have the opportunity to show me what you are made of. Additionally, prove to the world that you are the only daughter of the Nation's Tycoon. By doing this, the Heiress of the Rogue Lord Scott and Trained Assassin will always remain a mystery!" I couldn't respond because I was in awe. Why was my heart pounding so loudly when I knew a day like this was going to happen? He rolled his devious eyes away and announced blatantly, "Know that you are not just protecting that man but you are also counterattacking me, the Whale Mafia!"

“Yeah. So sorry about that. I only wanted to see how serious you are about the mansion.” She chuckled softly. “Well, now that you’ve seen how serious I am, what's next?” As if she were waiting for me to say that, she stood up from the chair to serve the wine. She turned her left side to me and the slit in her dress flared apart again, and this time, it didn’t only reveal her thigh, but also a part of her waist. She must have done it intentionally because she didn’t care to adjust her dress. “I will hand over the mansion to you without collecting a dime from you.”

Rose then turned to her father. “This is the one chance I had to win this stupid case. If Stan did something to my lawyer, I would be the one to kill him!” she warned with a serious expression. Rose seemed different and very angry. This wasn't the girl I had spent some time with before the nailing of that man, this was Lord's daughter, the Mafia princess. “Let me give him a call” Lord suggested, but Rose refused. “He knows he has messed up and won't take your calls” she said as she pulled out her phone and began talking to someone. When she was done, she turned to look at me.

I simply stood behind my father and did my best to remain as stoic as I could. Soon, the Mafia Lord offered to have a discussion with my father. They were both walking towards the same room again, but I caught my father by the sleeve. “You promised!” I said in a strong tone. My voice was adamant and unwavering. “Very well…" He sighed, as though I were a bother to him. Better alive and be bothered than be dead. “Don Mancini. If you may, my daughter would like to join us to engage in the meeting. She is to be the heiress after I'm gone and would like to familiarize herself with the traditions” he said with a smile.

"Liana Carver—the Vice President of House of Rose, the iron heiress of Carver Enterprises—is marrying Zade Benson! The feared, shadowy monarch of the underworld!" Dante turned on his heel, glaring at Zade with tragic intensity. "Do you have any idea what a mafia-associated wedding is going to do to my clean, pristine superstar image?! The paparazzi will be flying military drones over the venue! The tabloids will call it the 'Godfather Gala'!" Liana buried her face in her hands, her shoulders shaking as she tried to suppress her laughter. "Dante, please..." "I have conditions!" Dante interrupted loudly, pointing at Zade. "I refuse to let some dark, underground mob orchestra play at my sister'

My mother returned glaring at me and I rolled my eyes. "You aren't even wearing your heels, what did you say to him?" She demanded coldly dragging me up the stairs. "Nothing, I didn't know he was Roman Vitale" I defended, I expected Roman Vitale to be an old bald-headed Don not a man with the face of a magazine model. "You need to stop this childish attitude and start acting like a woman, he might find you unattractive if you don't behave well" She chided. I smirked as a thought popped up in my head.

A streak of blood still clung to the corner of his mouth. As he dragged himself up from the wreckage of the champagne tower, his eyes were wide as he took in the scene. His brain couldn't make sense of what was happening. "Marco, what are you…" Michele stammered, "I-Isn't she Isabella? Why are you kneeling to her?" Marco didn't respond. He couldn't answer because he knew, better than anyone, who I was. I was his father Antonio Colombo's new wife. I was the Don's woman, the current Donna of the Colombo family.

My dad is amused, to say the least. "Why would any of that happen? Silvia is nothing but welcoming you to our home! Also, our family isn't a lowly organization that deals with human trafficking." But I refuse to believe my dad at all. On the way home, I keep typing something on my phone. My mom, the Donna, leans over curiously. "Are you writing a diary entry?" "Nope. I'm writing tips on 'How to Survive the Mafia.'" 1) My food will definitely be poisoned.

"Ryan... my father... he is the head of the Moretti crime syndicate... if you don't stop this... he will destroy you..." Hearing this, Ryan let out a cruel, mocking laugh that echoed underwater. "The delusions are finally kicking in, huh? Let me educate you, Isabella. Don Vittorio Moretti is a billionaire mafia kingpin who could erase anyone in this city with a single phone call. I’m the only attorney in my firm who even has clearance to touch his legal files. You just happen to share a last name because you got lucky." He leaned closer to the water's edge, his smile venomous. "Wake up. If you were actually the daughter of the Don, I’d cut my own head off and let you kick it like a soccer ba

“I don’t need you telling me what I should be worried about, boy.” “Then tell me,” Luka shot back, “did you know that two people from the Ortega Organization were seen in this city yesterday? Because I did. And that’s why I’m sitting at this table instead of taking care of something more useful.” Claire quietly said his name, almost pleadingly, but he ignored her. She turned toward Victor and gently touched his shoulder. “Darling, wouldn’t it make the most sense for them to live on Uncle’s estate? After all, they’re getting married to protect this territory, and they need some privacy too...”