Mafia Heir Novels & Stories

Could it be a different Mario? "You mean Mario Bianchi - that tall, imposing figure?" I stammered, struggling to find the right words. Larissa nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Let me show you." She pulled out her phone, displaying photos of Mario that decorated her screen. "This is the one! A trillionaire and heir to the Bianchi dynasty, a trillion-dollar empire with ties to the British monarchy and the American mafia. His brother is the infamous don." I listened, awestruck, as she continued.

“Legacy and shit,” So this is what’s been bothering him? “That’s not all,” Miles went on, ignoring the looks on their faces. “After I more or less adopted Cody over there, turns out his family is Mafia. You know what that means? I’m hiding their heir, so they are coming for me. That’s basically the tip of the iceberg, compared to my own father wanting to kill me,” Mrs Sirenio gasped, her eyes wide and filled with horror.

The real world wouldn't wait, and the longer I hid, the harder it'd be when I finally faced it. And what if I never went back? I shut that thought down before it could take root. The Morgan empire was mine to inherit, for better or worse. Walking away wasn't an option-not with my father's health hanging by a thread and our business teetering on a precarious balance between legitimacy and legacy. I was the heir, the one who was supposed to pull us into a safer future, to shift our focus to the legal fronts and cut back on the risks. If I could build on what we already had, maybe I could protect our family, lessen the danger. Without me, the empire would eventually collapse, torn apart by infi

Miguel continued, “I’m the last standing boss, owner of an empire I didn’t ask for. It’s nothing compared to what you have here. I need an heir, hell, I need heirs. I need a woman who can take care of my home, and bear me children, and in turn, she will live under the best conditions. Her needs will be met, and her family will be heavily compensated. Your daughter is pretty, she’s certainly educated, confident, and from a respectable home. She deserves the best, despite her father’s mistakes and I’m a generous man. Do we have a deal, Mrs. Diaz?” “Asher Diaz.” Larissa’s brother stepped forward. He introduced himself to Miguel and they shared a brief handshake. Everything Miguel Sebastian did,

If he opened his heart and let a woman in, it was clear, wasn’t it? If he didn't remember that he was a man, the only legitimate son of the Genosie family, the heir to a massive organization and business empire spanning Eastonville and beyond, he might have chosen to end his life. But for Mike, suicide was a sign of weakness. And he was not a weak man—he had fought death twice and won. One of those battles was to reclaim Angie from Jordan’s captivity.

"You're one lucky son of a bitch, do you know that?" I turn my head slowly, ignoring the painful flare running through my body. As soon as my eyes land on him, I groan again. He sat in the hospital chair next to me, leaning backwards with one foot rested on the other leg. He doesn't look happy. The eyes of Mr. Lambardi, a mafia gang leader and my only father.

Isabella took it, and the moment she examined its design, her blood ran cold. It was a Romano family crest. She had seen the exact symbol three years earlier, engraved on the doors of Alessandro's private study. But there was something else. A tiny inscription was engraved on the back. FOR THE HEIR WHO MUST NEVER BE FOUND. Her phone suddenly rang. Alessandro's name appeared on the screen. She answered immediately. "Alessandro?" His voice sounded unusually serious. "Isabella, listen carefully. Don't leave your apartment tonight." "Why? What's happening?"

Jax didn't laugh. He stepped closer, leaned on the desk, and looked at me with pity. "Enough, Alessia." He sounded arrogant, like he was scolding a disobedient pet. "Go home and clean up your mess. If you keep this up, I promise you won't even get to be my wife." He thought losing my shares meant I'd be nothing but an accessory, begging at his feet. He severely underestimated me. I am the sole heiress of the Valeriano family, the biggest Mafia clan in Sicily.

When a sudden breakup from her boyfriend of almost ten years leaves Anastasia Barlow heartbroken, she does the first thing which comes to mind for a reckless spinster of her sort—having a one night stand with the boss of the Vitale Mafia group. Does she regret this decision? Yes. Does she try to run away from the elusive mafia boss who’s known to snap the necks of his enemies? Also yes. But Anastasia’s problems become more robust as she finds herself pregnant—with the child of the same person she vows to stay away from,Theo Vitale!! She wants nothing to do with his family, or his organization but Theo has other plans. He’s in dire need of a wife and child to

“You were right, Jordyn. About this family. About all those things that you said never quite added up.” A strange uneasiness settles over me. “What are you talking about?” “The Russos.” She swallows. “They're...Mafia.” For a moment, I simply stare at her. “What?” “I overheard Enzo and Luciano talking last night. Weapons, drug shipments, people I didn't recognise. At first, I thought I'd misunderstood, but then they mentioned a man called Alessandro Romano.” I know that name. I just can't immediately remember why.