Mafia Daughter Names Novels & Stories

She stood up from the seat and went near him. "What do you mean?' "That, I'm not any Alexandra Rivera or something! I'm Alexandra Smith, daughter of Jacob Smith. That person, I was finding like an hungry wolf. I am the daughter of the mafia king and you married me because he asked you as a sacrifice in our life's turmoil. Even he wanted Amber as the sacrifice of his problems! Damn!! Am I really his daughter? He's my dad!?" She didn't know what to feel or say but it was hard to digest.

Bianca repeated questioningly, but her voice was so low that I didn’t paid much attention to that remark of hers. Besides, I assumed that the father Pietro was talking about was the old Don Carusso who is already dead along with his wife. “Lucrezia is the daughter of Raimondo Rocchi. A Don’s blood is running in her veins. Not only is she blood related to the mafia, she was also exposed in their business at a very young age. You know too well how Raimondo raised his daughters. He raised both of them to be like him so you shouldn’t be deceived by their looks and pretentious actions. They are just like everyone else, maybe even worse,” Bianca spoke without beating around the bush.

[ Aitana ] "So, this bellissimo donna is the talk in the famiglia."A tall woman with grey hooded eyes with tightly kneated bun pursed her lips together,her and the other two dozen women x-rayed me from top to bottom which made me slightly uncomfortable because I wasn't brought up in such hypocrisy. "Si, she is my daughter-in-law, Aitana,the only daughter and heiress of American mafia king."Lilliana,being one of them, boasted proudly.

“I will.” After we ended the call, I slipped the phone into my pocket and walked toward her room. Just as my fingers touched the doorknob, I heard her voice from inside. Soft. Barely above a whisper. She was talking to herself. I paused. Then one word drifted through the door and froze me in place. Alexander. Every muscle in my body locked. That name.... I knew that name. Alexander was the daughter of the most feared drug lord in the mafia world—a bloodline so dangerous that entire organizations still whispered about it.

I poured a glass of whiskey, my fingers trembling slightly, and sat across from Ethan, one of my IT guys who had been helping me uncover this bitter truth. He pressed his eyewear to the bridge of his nose before turning the laptop’s monitor toward me. His eyebrows tugged together in concentration. "It is a bit tricky since she changed her entire name. But thanks to her academic certificates, I found her actual name and family background." I glanced at my mother, unconscious on the floor, tied up with a rope and tape across her mouth. Her chest rose and fell slowly, and for some reason my stomach tightened as Ethan continued. "Bianca Rose Alfredo, the daughter of an American-Italian Mafia lea

Adrian’s betrayal will cost him everything. And between them grows a connection too consuming, too forbidden, and too fragile to survive the world waiting outside. In the end, the question isn’t who will win but whether either of them can escape the chains that shaped them. Isabella Moretti’s P.O.V. My name is Isabella Andrea Moretti, daughter of Lorenzo Moretti the mafia king and the don of Italy. The most feared and ruthless don that has ever ruled the family.. I am his heir and only successor… They always told me I was born lucky But I’ve learned that luck and prison sometimes wear the same gold.

“Do you have any first names in mind?” “No. I haven’t even thought about it.” “I have a few. Do you want to hear?” “Sure.” “Martina. It goes well with your last name. Martina Marino.” I didn’t know anyone with that name, and I liked how sophisticated it sounded. My daughter wouldn’t be just anyone. She would be the daughter of the richest man in Italy. With a powerful father, she needed a powerful name. Martina Marino. “I like it. I really like it.”

Nathan laughed. “Twerkley’s is Kenneth,” Kimmy grinned. “Kenneth?” Nathan said, raising his eyebrow. “Don’t even start, stock market,” Dante mumbled. “Nina and Salvatore,” I said. “What are your middle names?” “Mine is Isabella,” Nina stated. “Salvatore is Antonio.” “I know, we truly have mafia names,” Salvatore chuckled. “Isabella is a beautiful name,” I said, smiling. “It fits your daughter very well.”

Orange light devoured three years of my life. I screamed and tried to rush forward, but Luca caught me and pinned me against his chest. "Be good for me. When the time is right, I'll give our child the Moretti name. I'll bring you back to the main house. We'll have everything we had before, only better." No, Luca. I was the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission. I was the sole heir of the Castellano family. I could never be your woman in the dark.

“I see. This might be a simpler task than I thought. The mafia boss's daughter and her husband are due to arrive in the evening. Track their activities with no interference; I need to know who they talk to.” “Will do. How do I identify them?” “Her name is Shauna.”