Hidden Identity: Becoming The Mafia Heiress After Being Blind Novels & Stories

She’s a party animal, so no one would suspect that she’s meeting someone here. While I was sitting on the couch, I was scrolling on my phone, reading articles about Klay and his leadership. The public doesn’t know what kind of a person he is. The fact that he’s a leader of a mafia organization remained a secret to the public. No one knows. And he’s powerful enough to hide his real identity. “You’re so early for someone who doesn’t need help.” I lifted my face and looked her in the eyes. “I didn’t say I don’t need your help.”

Lucian, her dear husband, had been kidnapped. Fear gripped her heart. This was the same voice that had given her news of her parent's accident. She knew exactly who had taken him, remnants of the mafia that Krystie had tried so hard to leave behind. There was one secret she had kept from Lucian and Chloe, her true identity as the heir to one of the most notorious mafia families in the country. Lucian had no idea of her background, believing her to be an ordinary orphaned woman with a straightforward job in the city. Now, revealing her true self could jeopardize everything they had built together.

"And you will be at my side. No longer the researcher. No longer the ghost. You will be the heir they never saw coming." I felt a surge of adrenaline, a cold, dark triumph. Twenty years of being the 'other.' Twenty years of watching Vito Romano's name in the headlines while I lived under a fake identity, working twice as hard for a fraction of the recognition. I had mastered organic chemistry, corporate law, and the art of the lie, all for this. "I’ve waited my whole life for this day," I said, my hand tightening into a fist. "I’ve played the helpful colleague. I’ve listened to Isabella’s dreams and Vito’s threats. I’ve been the perfect, invisible bridge to their destruction."

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.

Katya, once not just a sharp lawyer but a hidden heiress to a powerful family fortune, had found her peace, deep in the Costa Rican jungle. Her true identity, her family name, the vast wealth she had rejected—all were buried under the lush canopy. Here, in this small village, far from the suffocating expectations of her past life, she was simply Katya. She worked with local artists, using her sharp mind and organizational skills to connect indigenous weavers and woodcarvers with fair markets. She reviewed contracts, helped with fair pricing, understood regulations, protecting the community's interests. It was hard work, but it felt good, a different kind of justice, a life she had chosen. No

Tall. Dark-haired. Confident. Dangerously charming. Unfortunately, he knew it. Alex blamed Alicia. Alicia blamed Alex. Zara blamed genetics. Aiden blamed nobody because he enjoyed the benefits too much. The young man had somehow inherited Alex's looks and Alicia's stubbornness. A combination that should have been illegal. He was finishing his final year at Columbia University and had spent the last six months insisting he was too busy for relationships. Which was why Zara was currently behaving like she'd uncovered government secrets.

I needed her to here me very well. I slipped out of the room, heading towards the bathroom. The water pounded against the tiles, filling the room with a comforting noise. But as the warmth of the shower enveloped me, my mind raced. I had to tell Lena who I truly was. Who we truly were. It was a heavy secret I had been carrying, a truth that weighed heavily on my soul. I was a part of the mafia. It was a life of danger, of violence, of constant fear. She had to know. I couldn't keep her in the dark any longer.

I nearly fell for a mafia heir. Holding my head, I fell to the ground. Two people, whom I cherished, were not some normal citizens but mafia men. “I can’t believe it…” I mumbled while my head started to spin. He crouched down, speaking “I never thought to reveal my identity. I only wanted to leave silently when I am officially introduced to the mafia world. Now, everything is spoilt.” He held my arms and shouted “Out of all, why you? Why did you have to witness the murder? And like a stupid, you told the cops, who are our allies.”

He grabbed my hands and whispered urgently to me. “Run to the secret room,” he said. “Hide. Don’t come out. No matter what you hear.” But I didn’t obey his orders and that mistake cost me my own freedom. From the secret room, I watched as they dragged my father outside. I saw a huge man in a black hat but I never saw his face, give the order to kill my father. The gunshots echoed. I screamed. That scream gave me away and that was how my hideout was discovered. The men trooped in and dragged me out.

Even he understood this wasn't the moment for it. I let them both keep working the physical evidence, the hedge, the window, the muddy floor, while I kept the actual reason for my calm carefully hidden beneath all of it, buried as deep as everything else I'd learned to bury over fifteen years. The Trust stayed exactly where I'd tucked it, flat against my ribs beneath my jacket. The sealed section with my mother's handwriting stayed there too, untouched since the moment I'd taken it, waiting for a quiet room and a night when I could face whatever it contained. I gave Adrian and Mason enough to keep them useful, enough to make the danger feel real without ever showing them how much I actually