Mafia Heir Novels & Stories

And when it came to his business, nothing ever felt safe. She got ready quickly, pulling on the outfit one of the house staff had left for her—a black coat, fitted trousers, and boots that clicked softly against the marble as she made her way down the grand staircase. Adrien was already waiting by the door, phone in hand, his expression unreadable. He wore black, as always. The kind of black that absorbed light, as though it was meant to remind people of who he was the heir to one of the most feared Mafia families in Europe.

Vultures descended, carving out chunks of their territory and supply lines until their operations were a hollow shell. The Costellos fared no better; several of their critical overseas holdings were absorbed in a series of ruthless, anonymous transactions, leaving them bleeding money and influence. Everyone in the mafia world watched, a chorus of cold amusement and schadenfreude. "Serves them right. You don't accidentally step on the heir to the Luciano throne." "The real joke is Luca Rossi. A heir of an ordinary mafia family, thinking he could arrest a king. He isn't even a small fish in that pond—he is the algae."

Luca cups her face, pulling her closer. "And I love you too, Alessia. The mafia title belongs to Donato. Even in death, I give him the crown." "Yes," she breathes. "He was a great hero." Luca presses his forehead to hers. "I love you, Alessia. The Mafia's Heir's Bride.".... I truly mean My bride”. They fall into each other's arms, embraced by destiny, love, and the legacy Donato died to protect. THE END.

Draco started. Jeremy and Kevin stood at the main gate of the calm premises. Of course, no one would enter the place ,but they were just there for formality sake. Evans, the driver waited in the car. "Second , is to announce that my son's betrothed has been brought home, forcefully of course. Ray is the heir as you all know and if he doesn't get married as soon as possible, our mafia would face the risk of being shortlisted. An heir is the strength of every mafia. Juan's son is married already and that's probably why he thinks he has more authority than us. "

I just sat stabbing the porridge in with a bored face, “Wish my dad would snuggle in some chocolates right now.” Tasi laughed beside me while lowering her head, “ I'm not sure he even knows that you're here.” I scoffed, “ Of course he knows, don't be surprised that he gave out the order for us to be placed here in the first place.” She shook her, “ sorry to say this but your dad is a sadist, if my dad was a mafia leader he wouldn't do shit like this, I mean you are his heir.” I nodded, “ You don't have to be sorry, you can bad - mouth him all you want, i wouldn't even care.”

Sounds like a sadistic torture to your own child. “Yes. My family would grow and the more, the many. We grow in numbers as much as we grow in strength. I can protect but I cannot keep my position forever.” “So you plan on settling down and letting a child take over the mafia?” “I took over after my father’s murder at just thirteen. I had security and delegates to speak for me to hide my age but I’ve ruled and doubled this empire since I took over. My heir can do the same.” “What is your “little heir” is a woman?” I’m sure he hadn’t thought about that.

She didn’t believe in nerves. Not when you were raised to be a queen. She didn’t knock. She wanted to catch him as he was. The door creaked open. There he sat, Alessio De Luca, heir to the most powerful mafia family in the region, perched at the edge of the leather armchair, a tumbler of scotch in one hand, his gaze distant. The fireplace threw flickers of light across his face, catching the sharp lines of his jaw, the tired set of his mouth.

In the fifth year of my secret marriage to Dante Greco, a notorious Los Angeles mafia heir, I became pregnant. While I was at the family hospital for a prenatal checkup, I happened to see Vivienne Sarti's Instagram. "He says I'm still pretty even when I'm pregnant!" In the photo, she was lying lazily in a man's arms. My chest tightened at once. On his finger was the lion-head ring worn by the Greco Don. I tapped the "Like" button. Seconds later, Vivienne called me. "Ana, I wasn't trying to upset you. I was—" Before Vivienne could finish, Dante snatched the phone from her. "Anna Reid, who gave you permission to monitor our social media accounts? I've explained

Alexandra Montenegro, a successful CEO, harbors a dangerous secret, her five-year-old son, Aiden, belongs to Gideon Valeriano—a ruthless mafia billionaire. Six years ago, Alexandra fled the underground world after witnessing her family's brutality, hiding her pregnancy to protect her son. However, a major business deal forces Alexandra and Gideon face-to-face, and Gideon quickly suspects the truth. When a rival mafia clan discovers the hidden heir, Aiden becomes a deadly target. Trapped between her motherly love and protecting him she was running out of options. Alexandra is forced to turn to the one man powerful enough to protect their son, Gideon himself.

His eyes were ice-cold, devoid of any remorse. "This is between you and me. Mia has nothing to do with it." He leaned down, lowering his voice to a bare whisper, a naked threat in his tone. "All these years, you've been killing yourself working, just to pay for your adoptive mother's heart surgery in Chinatown, right?" "I heard they finally found a donor match?"