Mafia Heiress Novels & Stories

Bria shouts. "Mia is not poor. She is wealthy. She made the Costa family the second most influential family in the Italian Mafia. Now go back to your parents and run your family business. Your father is getting old and will need his heir to run his business soon," I say. Bria looks at me with puppy dog eyes. It may work with her older lovers, but it does not work on me.

He said. "I've been working my butt off for everyone all my life" "And It's time for me to step down and enjoy the rest of my life" I was so shocked. Don't tell me. "It's time to introduce the new successor of Madden Group of Hospitals and Madden Realty Group" No way. Not yet. "Let me introduce to you, my one and only heiress, the reason for all of my hard work. Soline Madden" My mouth dropped. I want to throw tantrums at dad but everyone is looking at me including the men I slept with.

“ Yes I know who she is….” “ No sweetie , you clearly don’t. You’re planning a mating ceremony with a stripper Kayden.” “ I said I know.” His face didn’t move. But something flickered in her eyes and he could see it. “ So you’re telling me you’re getting married to a fucking stripper huh ? Is that what it will take for you to love huh Kayden.” She said letting out a laugh of disbelief. “You don’t remember, do you?” Silvia said, voice low and venom laced. “I worked at that club too before you met her. I was the show. I had the money. The clients. The power. They called me the Queen of Smoke.”

"Because I have unfinished business. Those people… the ones who humiliated me and stole everything—I came back to destroy them. One by one." A cold shiver ran down Hailee’s spine. She had no idea her mother had gone through all of this. And Rupert… she had heard that name before. The one Alex mentioned when Eve was drugged. A dangerous man. A shadow in the underworld. "How… how do you know these people?" Hailee asked, her voice a little quieter. "I was once the heiress of the Oasis organization," Camilla replied, her eyes flashing with fire. "The strongest underground mafia clan—before it was all taken from me."

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

“At least I got what I deserved, a healthy, happy married life ahead of me unlike you who couldn't even find a match!” Valentina's eyes widened and nose fumed in anger at Mia’s taunt. She stopped seeking for Vladimir after seeing his true face. But the reality was that, even though she got scared of him, her heart still longed for the Bratva Pakhan VLADIMIR SOKOLOV. But hearing Mia's taunt Her ego reminded her of her hidden emotions. “Don't worry about my married life, Mia. I am The Princess of Italian Mafia. My husband wouldn't be any second-in-command but the Boss itself. When I get engaged, two kingdoms would be united!”

Everyone thinks that being the heiress of a wealthy family makes you happy. In their minds, they create a wonderful fantasy life that, in my case, is far from reality. Despite being the sole heiress of one of the most powerful families in my country—not only to my parents but also to my grandfather Santiago Sardino, a feared mafia millionaire—I am the most miserable person imaginable since I can remember.

No, he’s got no idea who he’s pissing off. I drop onto the sofa, grab my tablet, and type in her real name; Dr. Sareena Morelli.” She is Sareena Morelli, not Christina Moretti. That’s where I cocked it all up before. But now I’ve got her real name, and the search lights up. Multiple articles and mentions. Turns out Miss High-and-Mighty’s some Harvard genius; finished med school before she could legally drink. Mafia princess, too. Italian royalty with a pedigree soaked in blood and bribes. Well, well. That’s a twist. No wonder she thinks she’s above it all.

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

I am the most secret Principessa of the Sicilian "Shepherd" Mafia. For my safety, my identity was a closely guarded secret since birth. I lived in the shadows, leaving the outside world entirely ignorant of my true standing. Most of the time, I stayed in our family's fortress deep in Sicilian countryside, secretly handling European mafia affairs. When I came of age, my family arranged a marriage to the heir of the "Lion" family, Matteo Leonardo. The "Lion" family is a rising power in the Naples region, with businesses ranging from port smuggling to casinos and hotels.