Mafia Daughter Names Novels & Stories

I’m the real, long-lost daughter of the Yue family—a powerful Mafia crime family in the Italian Quarter. But Sophia Young, the fake princess they’ve raised for years, found out the truth. Terrified I’d take back everything she’d stolen, she posted a bounty in a private group chat for the top young Mafia heirs in the city: Whoever can get photos of her entering illegal businesses, catch her in shady deals, or dig up dirt to ruin her reputation… I’ll marry you.

That I cannot only lead a mafia as a woman but take over the entire industry. That Elena Marshano will go down in history as the most ruthless, powerful, cold-hearted and cunning mafia leader that ever lived.

He bought most captives, at least that’s what he would say. If it was most other mafia leaders, they would just drag you, leaving you with no dignity well, that’s if you still had one after losing a bloody war. My dad went by the name Boris, which means butcher in English. He was so skilled that he could do anything with a sword. Twenty men with five guns each didn’t even stand the slightest chance they were better off dead already than being killed by him. It’s not always a good sight to behold, and not to say the least that he is the most powerful and feared man in the history of the Russian mafia.

"I figured." "Tonight, you're meeting with Alessandro D'Angelo's daughter." That made me curious. I rocked back in my chair, eyebrow rising. "Fiorella?" "Yes." I knew the name. Everybody did. Fiorella D'Angelo wasn't like other mafia girls. She wasn't a prize, a negotiating pawn, or a bride to be wed off for politics. She was her father's heiress, his only child of one of the most powerful men of the underworld.

My mum burst into a harsh, bitter laugh that echoed in the room, making me feel even more foolish. "Do you really think it’s that easy, Chloe?" she asked, still laughing as if I had told the most ridiculous joke. The laugh didn’t reach her eyes, though. It was a laugh filled with regret and hopelessness. "Anna is not just some helpless girl we can brush aside. She’s the daughter of a notorious mafia boss—the Italian mafia boss, for God’s sake. And her mum? She was a mafia princess, tied to one of the most powerful crime families in Italy. Both families are backing her now." My mum's words hit me like a ton of bricks, each revelation more shocking than the last.

"Her public records are gone. As of this afternoon, Anna Vale looks like she never existed." "But we found another name." On the screen, a young woman in a black evening gown stood beside a cold-eyed man whose cane bore the Valenti silver eagle. "Her name isn't Anna Vale," Marco said. "It's Anna Valenti." "She's the Mafia Chairman's daughter." When I returned to the Valenti estate, dawn had just begun to pale the sky. The car followed the Hudson north to a gray stone mansion without gold gates or obvious armed men. Valenti security was invisible, quiet, and exact, like my father.

I sit down in my office chair with my hand over my mouth, shell-shocked to shit at what Mia has just told me. All this time I had a mafia princess as my surrogate, an abused illegitimate heir given to my biggest enemy and I was none the wiser. She’s a fucking Cotroni; the daughter of my father’s best friend and the reason Maxim’s father was considered a failed Alpha heir. I wasn’t even aware he had a different daughter from Rosalie, but as I looked at Mia better, I could see the resemblance. She’s not lying, I know she’s not fucking lying so why am I so hesitant to believe her?

"Hey! Can you move your fake car out of the way? My mom's Panamera is a one-of-a-kind custom color in the world. Who are you to drive a look-alike?" the girl said. I rolled down the window and looked at her coldly. "Is your father Aaron Meyer?" The girl immediately puffed out her chest and answered proudly, "Of course! My name is Clarisse Meyer. I'm the Meyer family's one and only daughter! You're just a fraud trying to ride on our fame. Get lost now, or I'll have my dad seize your car!"

"You are my daughter, you don't have to turn your eyes down in front of me. Cosa Nostra's Capo dei capi can't break rules but your father can. Tell me what happened." Aria rested her hand on Aaron's hand before nodding. "I am just thinking, Dad. A few months ago, I was just a few hours ago from achieving my dream, My crown as Cosa Nostra's first female capo! But my life changed and today I am wearing the crown of Cosa Nostra's enemy. A Bratva queen." Aaron didn't say anything. He kept listening to his daughter as she spoke. "Are you feeling burdened?" He asked Aria.

I mean, I could be his daughter's new nanny. "Colleen?" He replied. "What?" I asked, raising an eyebrow up in confusion not knowing what exactly he was saying. "What is Colleen?" I asked, forcing a smile. "Her name is Colleen," He replied, stretching his hand forward to take his child. "Oh!" I exclaimed, kissing my teeth. "Why would a mafia boss name his daughter Colleen," I thought. "It is a nice name," I lied through my nose. "Tonight is the fist of war, you can prepare yourself." He replied, staring at me.