Don’t Mess With The Mafia Heiress Novels & Stories

"Leonardo Moretti was born in Florence three years ago. His birth certificate lists Isabella as his mother, but there's no information about the father." Alessandro opened the folder. "Who registered the birth?" "Isabella herself." "And the hospital records?" "Still being investigated." Alessandro studied the document. "She returned to Italy recently, after three years abroad. She has no husband, no known partner, and no explanation for the child's father." Marco hesitated. "Alessandro, perhaps you should consider the possibility that she simply doesn't want to discuss her personal life." The Mafia boss looked up. "Do you think I'm interested in her personal life?"

For twenty years I was the Whitmore heiress. Then a DNA test proved I was never theirs. The real daughter came home and took everything. My room, my parents, my boyfriend. Then she framed me for a crime she committed, and the brother I loved stood in court and lied. Three years later, my family was waiting outside the prison gate with a wedding dress. The Mafia Don needed a bride for his comatose son. My family needed his protection. I was the price. At the wedding, everyone laughed at the bride marrying a man who would never wake up. That night, I found my "sleeping" husband standing by the window, giving orders to armed men. "Keep my secret," he said. "And I'll help you destroy every

When she sees his name she calls him but he didn’t pick up at the first ring, he later picked up the call at the call at the third ring. ‘Hello Mr. Joshua’ she says with a neutral tone. ‘what do you want Mafia queen, I have given you your money’ he says angrily ‘I don’t care about what you do, and Mr. sawyer’s head don’t scare me, besides I’m one of the most powerful men in New York and you can do me no harm’. ‘Really?’ Lisa asks smiling devilishly ‘and who the hell told you that… the dead people I’ve killed, oh Mr. Joshua you’re playing with fire and that fire will burn you alive’

"Tell me, who did?" "Not too fast now, baby. You would give me something in return." I just knew this wasn't gonna be good. What was she possibly going to ask for now? "And how do I know you're not lying about having supposed information?" "Manuel, just like you, I also have my ways. I'm a fucking mafia princess, you're quick to forget that. A much better option than that weak assistant of Alex." Her statement made me so angry and I released a grunt before I could hold back.

“ Cora scoffed glaring at her. Hailey, Don’s personal maid, beautiful, slim with a sexy body, she has a full long hair which cut down to her shoulder. Don at times do have sex with her whenever she came to clean the room so she believed she was the master’s favorite maid. Always arrogant and bossy among others, she’s selfish and believe she’ll be able to make Don fall for her.

Now here he was, engaged to a woman who'd just tried to manipulate him, being blackmailed by the Feds, and caught in the crosshairs of what was about to become a full-blown war between the Connollys and the Hayess. "What do you want?" The words tasted like ash in his mouth. "Keep playing the devoted son. Keep playing the loving fiancé." Finch's eyes glittered in the dim light. "And when Victor Hayes makes his move - because he will - you make sure you're there to see it. And more importantly, to tell us about it." Roberto thought about Kylie , about the way she'd trembled slightly even as she'd tried to play him. About the fear in her eyes when he'd mentioned her father. What the hell had P

The sound echoed. Then he pushed her back, not enough to throw her, but with force that made her stumble. “Don’t ever speak to me like that again,” he growled, low and deadly. “Speak to me in that tone again and consider it your last day on earth. You seem to forget who I am. I’m not some weak man you toss words at. I’m a mafia don. I will not tolerate disrespect.” The way his voice dropped on those last words—it was like watching a mask come off.

I am going to get everything ready. Donna Isabella is coming home. I do not believe they will allow her to stay with Dante now that they know she is alive. I do not know how Donna Isabella is going to take it because she seems like a rebellious little young woman. I do not know what's going to happen, but I am going to start to get everything ready. At least we are going to have a party to celebrate the return of the heiress. I am sure that is what the Don and Donna would want. The whole Italian Mafia will know that the future godmother of the Italian Mafia is back. I cannot wait to see her again. I hope she is not so angry with me for pulling almost all our hair out of her head. It was not

Isabella's POV I used to think of myself as sturdy. Under the weight of my father's business, I had learnt how to keep my head down and avoid difficulty. Nothing could have, nevertheless, suited me for this. FOR he is. Looking at the woman I scarcely knew from the front to rear mirror, The white silk dress hugged me, beautiful lace hanging down my arms. For a Mafia man, the perfect woman is I could not let this lose its irony. No love story like this exists. In a business deal, I was the commodity.

Her robe was drawn tightly around her thin frame, her dark hair streaked with silver, her eyes searching her daughter’s face for answers. Elena forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mama.” Her mother frowned, unconvinced, but said nothing as Elena stepped inside. The warmth of home wrapped around her, smelling faintly of soap and the stew her mother had made earlier. Her little brother was asleep on the couch, his head lolling against the armrest, a comic book slipping from his hand. Elena’s chest tightened. She carefully tucked a blanket over him and brushed the hair from his forehead. He was only twelve. Too young to carry the weight of debts and mafia threats. Too young to understand that his sister