Don’t Mess With The Mafia Heiress Novels & Stories

“You dismiss them, but not me?” “You,” he said, lighting a cigar, “are too soft for matters like this.” “I’m a Rossi,” she snapped, advancing toward him. “A mafia heiress. Don’t call me soft.” Don Enzo let out a low laugh. “If I had a son, Cassandra… all of this would be his. Instead, I have a daughter who mistakes ambition for recklessness.” Her eyes narrowed. “Is that why you want to marry me off to Adrian Valerio? So a man can hold the power you don’t trust me with?”

On the eve of our wedding, my fiancé, the heir to the Mafia, told me to give my title to another woman and become his mistress. So I left my wedding gown on the floor and chose to marry the Don. If I couldn't be his wife, I would become his Madre. "Miss, Mr. Lorenzo is here," our maid, Maria, announced as she pushed the door open, her voice trembling with excitement. A personal visit from the heir was an honor.

I say. "Are you threatening me? Are you involved with some kind of mafia? If not, then get the hell out of my office because I am not afraid of you. I am not afraid of anyone. Do not think that you can just walk into my life and make decisions for me. I will not allow you near me," Maddie says. Oh, if she only knew how right she was. I am part of the Italian mafia. I am a Don in the Italian mafia, and I always get what I want. She does not want to mess with me, but I don't want to hurt her. However, I think I should show her what I can do.

We got into the room and got settled… tier three, according to what I’ve heard, they stay for just two years and then get freed to the real world where you get to choose what you want, but you would still go by your real name and work with the mafia. Immediately we entered the room… ah, this bed is so soft, I’m gonna sleep my life away… “Huh… girl, watch what you wish for…” Tasi said with a straight face, but she was trying to hold back her smile… yeah, she always does that… and it’s already happened to me, I hardly smile and I don’t know how to cry… I tried doing that shit once when a guy almost broke my spinal cord on the stage. I screamed my lungs out and cursed, forcing those God‑damned

"Boss." His voice was tight. "You need to see this." Salvatore looked at the screen first and his expression hardened instantly. Without saying a word he passed the tablet to me. I frowned, confused about what I was about to read. Then I saw the headline. "Missing Mafia Heiress Chooses Lover Over Family." I kept reading. Another headline. "Lena Moretti Betrays Her Blood for the Butcher of the Romano Empire." Another. "Captive or Willing Mistress?"

My fiancée. Her gaze searched my face now, scanning for deception. “I intended to deliver Stefano to you as a wedding gift,” I said. “For you to do with as you please. And for you to take over the Cosa Nostra after we’re married, only after not before.” Silence fell heavy between us. I watched her closely. "Why should I wait til after we are married?" she asked, in a demanding tone "Because, I am in the middle of securing a business deal with The Bratva. A russian Mafia. My part of the deal includes me having to take over the Cosa Nostra." I paused to look at her, to study her. She was still unreadable as ever.

Luca cups her face, pulling her closer. "And I love you too, Alessia. The mafia title belongs to Donato. Even in death, I give him the crown." "Yes," she breathes. "He was a great hero." Luca presses his forehead to hers. "I love you, Alessia. The Mafia's Heir's Bride.".... I truly mean My bride”. They fall into each other's arms, embraced by destiny, love, and the legacy Donato died to protect. THE END.

I was in the living room, handling some work, and casually asked the smart assistant to play some music. "Alexa, play some jazz." "Sure. By the way, just a reminder—four days from now, at ten in the morning, you're scheduled to accompany Sienna to her prenatal checkup." My hand froze midair. My name is Victoria. And I'm not pregnant. Jonathan was walking out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair. He saw the look on my face and pulled me into his arms. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I casually darkened my phone screen and smiled. "Nothing. Just a little tired." Jonathan kissed my forehead, his eyes tender and full of love. "Go get some sleep. Don't miss your birthday party tomorrow—you're the s

I woke up from a three-year coma to find another woman beside my parents and my fiancé, Matteo Rossi. Her name was Sofia Bellini, and she had spent those three years with them in my place. Her father, Sal Bellini, had died saving my life in a gunfight. So after I woke up, no one could bring themselves to send her away. I felt guilty too. So whenever she helped herself to my things and my privileges, I let her. I kept letting her, right up until the day Matteo and I were supposed to get married, when my own parents begged me in tears to let my fiancé go save another woman. In the dressing room, I stood in my wedding dress and looked over at Matteo by the window. He was smoking a cigar, his mi

My husband Christian Messina's assistant has been blowing through my money like it's water. At the underground auction, she laughed in my face and called me a useless trophy wife. So I cut her access. She got humiliated at checkout, and the club's security locked her up for a full day and night. When Christian found out, he froze my card on my birthday. Told me I'd better figure out how to pay, or I'd be stripping down and crawling out on all fours in front of every mob higher-up in New York. What he doesn't know? I'm the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the country. The Moretti name? That's mine. And everything he has right now—every turf, every dollar, every scrap of power? I put it