Mafia Heir Novels & Stories

Brenda stood anxiously by the front door, her heart racing as she awaited Damien’s arrival. Her mind was overwhelmed with a turbulent mix of anger and confusion. She had stumbled upon the letter in Damien’s office, a letter that revealed her true identity as the heir to one of the most infamous and powerful mafia families in the city. The letter disclosed that on her 22nd birthday, she would inherit the vast family fortune, a wealth beyond imagination.

As he considered the evening's conversation, a smug smirk adorned his lips as he reveled in the cunning of his silent plan. The Russian mafia boss's father had established an intriguing precondition for his son to inherit the family empire. He decreed that his son must find a suitable wife and gave at least, an heir before he could claim his birthright. Given this mandate, the mafia boss found himself in a perplexing situation. Asa, the captive woman, had unexpectedly stirred an arousal in him, something that no other woman had managed to incite. This unforeseen connection made him contemplate Asa as a potential life partner and perhaps, he already has an heir, Alfred.

Kira spoke in a whisper. “Yes, he inherited it. His family has been alpha and mafia kingpin for six generations now. His father inherited South Africa, but when boss was fifteen, he expanded the empire to the entire continent. Did you not feel the aura of power when he was there at the Hew. He bought you even when bidding was over and no one dared to counter?” “Mafia kingpin?” Kira swallowed. “Yes, entire governments turn over at his say so, do you know that,” Taron added to emphasize.

the man whispers urgently, "Rick hasn't been seen since the job. He was supposed to make the trade with the organization, but he never showed up with the hundreds of millions. What's going to happen?" Alonzo's brow furrows, his expression darkening. He ponders the revelation for a moment, and then his gaze turns to me, still obscured by the mask. Panic surges through me afresh. The man continues, "They mentioned he had a daughter, betrothed to you, ages ago. Her name is Julia Rocco." A shiver down my spine at the mention of my name. Betrothed? How? I watch as Alonzo's eyes narrow in thought, and then he chuckles, a sinister sound that sends chills down my spine.

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.

“Let’s just say I don’t like him much. But he’s my heir. He’ll take over everything soon and I can’t afford distractions like you.” My chest tightened painfully. His heir? That meant Rhett… Rhett was his son and he was a mafia heir. But before I could respond, Dominic flicked his hand toward his men. “Take them both.” They grabbed Mara and me roughly, dragging us back through the hall. Mara kept whispering prayers under her breath, trembling so badly. They shoved us out into an open courtyard, and Dominic followed behind, every step measured and cruelly slow. “Vai a chiamàre Rhett,” he said to one of them standing beside him.

"You kill me and my father will make sure the Bratva pays for taking away his only heir." "Only heir?"I chuckle darkly, wiping the blood from my knuckles with the edge of his already ruined suit jacket. "As far as heirs go, Your father will be more than happy to have finally gotten rid of the stain on his reputation. Besides, I think it's about time the Italian mafia got a female don, don't you?" His sister had been building momentum behind the scenes for quite some time now, something I knew that Antonio's father was not unaware of.

A smile formed on his lips. “Surprise... it didn’t hurt,” he grinned. Onora’s eyes widened. She tried to run, but he caught her, spun her around, and slammed her against the wall. His grip locked tightly around her wrists, pinning her there. She whimpered. “You punched me, and you must pay.” Pay? “Your husband didn’t tell you? Mafia don’t do free. You can’t punch me for free,” he smirked. Mafia. Her husband was a mafia. She had read many stories about them—dangerous men who manipulated others to get what they wanted.

“Why did he tell us to leave the study? It was dirty and needed some cleaning.” “Ava, it’s not easy for some people to process grief. That was his father’s study” Shit Ava. How could you be so insensitive? However I saw something in that study that looked like people I see in my dreams. Those group of people and that man. I know Lorenzo is in the bloodline of the mafia, were they his family? Oh my God I need to figure this out.

He said nothing, his expression unreadable. I took a step closer to him, my fury barely being contained. "Nikolai walked into our wedding—our wedding, Viktor. He humiliated us, and what's worst... He took your sister, my daughter, Aria, in front of the entire underworld. Do you realize what that means?" Viktor's hands clenched at his sides, the weight of his mishap sinking in. "It means war, father." I nodded slowly. "Yes. And we will be the ones to finish it."