Novel & Cerita Gangster Princess

It made her pulse go faster even though she didn’t want it to. Vito stared at her for a long time, he knew she wasn’t asleep. She was breathing too hard, and too uneven. He could always tell when she was pretending. He let out a quiet sigh before speaking, his voice calm. “Giulia…” he started, and she froze. “She’s a Mafia princess. You know how I’m labeled as the Mafia devil,” he said, his tone steady, and sounded almost flat. “And few others are labeled as Mafia kings, Lords, and all that. That’s how Giulia is known....as a Mafia princess.”

I saw her damned fear. She changed quickly. Sharks smelled blood in the water and Rochester was made up of nothing but sharks. Sharks had a hierarchy system and the ones on the bottom were eaten. Slowly, I watched Gia change into the woman she would be one day. If my father didn’t take his revenge out on her, she might make adulthood. I had my own plans for the ice princess. A little revenge, a lot of hot fucking sex, and one special gift so she would know that one day, I would come for her father. “Are we fucking partying or do you want to find a couple receps to relieve some stress?” Marino asked hopefully.

“What do you mean she’s part of a mafia?” He took a slow breath, letting the tension simmer in the room before delivering the blow. “She’s a Mafia Princess. She comes from royal blood in another country.” I blinked. Once. Twice. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely stupid. The words didn’t make sense. Chandria? The woman who used to hide under the covers when it thundered? The woman who looked so fragile I was afraid to break her? A princess of a crime syndicate?

What would he have her do? The masked man watched her through the mirror as she was dragged across the room. “First things first,” he said, his voice smooth, like he had planned this all along. “We need a new identity for you.” Elizabeth’s eyes widened. A new identity? The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t just going to use her—he was going to erase her, turn her into someone else entirely. “Look at you,” he said, admiring her reflection. “Elizabeth—the Mafia princess, lost and broken. But not anymore. From now on, you’re someone new. Someone who doesn’t exist.”

"I think they've started to drift apart and I'm not wasting any more time. I'm creating a ground for attachment with Aldric already.” “That's positive but do you know that the Mafia princess is after him too?" I asked, wanting to spoil her mood. "I don't care. I've always been clear about wanting his money. She can have him if she wants. I just want to get my hands on those dollars,” she said and I could already imagine the look on her face. “Well then. Good luck I'm sure you're about to hook him with the styles you stole from Scarlett,” I teased. “Unlike you, who got nothing. I hope you can see the difference now," she said and then ended the call.

“I will never call you by your name, Santangelo. That would be admitting to myself that I can speak it and I cannot. I hate you with a passion, you are eating my life, you have put me in this position to form alliance with the Gianluca family for greed and power. Something you already have, why you need to be The King of the streets is beyond me. You run around like you are some hot shot, billionaire on the right side of the law but you aren’t.” “And your family is any better, Princess?” “I can’t help the pussy I came out of; I can’t help my mother who I love and adore is married to my father, and what he became. He is my father and I love him, it’s plain and simple.” “Then you will come to

Lizzy stammered. "What? Are you going to tell me you didn't start all this?" she sneered with contempt. "Women like you, who use the name of a lady to feel decent, are the worst kind." Lizzy felt tears welling up in her eyes as she realized everyone was witnessing this, and she felt even worse when the imposing figure of Greed appeared from a balcony with a smile on his face. "You're worth no more than anyone standing on a street corner, and it will always be that way! Your actions prove it! So let's see how far you get when you realize you're playing a game you can't win, dear!"

Especially now that I've gotten used to seeing it. I showered and wore my biggest night gown and flip flops. As I thought about everything that had happened, I knew I couldn't blame mom for everything she said to Dre. She wasn't expecting to see me today. Hell she wasn't expecting to see me with Dre. I know she did her personal research and found out that Dreidan Mochino was the very own Dreidan Vaughn. Head of the Italian mafia. It really wasn't her fault.

Her panic vanished, replaced by a scornful laugh. "Miss Aria? Her?" Brenda scoffed, pointing at me as if I were a piece of garbage. "Are you blind? Look at her! Dressed like a bricklayer who just crawled out of a sewer. The real Miss Moretti is a princess. She wears designer clothes, not this trash. This liar is trying to trick you!" Though my body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, I met her gaze. The Moretti ice in my eyes could have frozen hell over.

The maid nodded, confirming her words. She then frowned as she said seriously, “The boss is going to marry the only Mafia princess of the Gonzalo clan and her name is Miracle Gonzalo.”