Mafia Heiress Novels & Stories

"So this is transactional." "Everything is transactional, Miss Harrington." He pulled out his phone, typed something, then pocketed it again. "My offer: You come with me. You tell me everything you know about Julian's deal. In exchange, I keep you alive and help you take back what's yours." "And if I refuse?" "Then I leave you here with your principles and two corpses." His expression didn't change. "Your choice. But my car leaves in thirty seconds." Tia looked at the wreckage of her Aston Martin, at the bodies of men sent to kill her, at the ruins of her white engagement dress. Behind her was a fiancé who'd planned to rob and murder her. Ahead was a mafia king offering a devil's bargain.

“A woman. She escaped from me, and I want to desperately find her because she is carrying my baby. No man wants to see his woman go and leave. Especially not an heir.” “Heir?” “Yes, heir. She is my wife, and I am the Pakhan of the Bratva. That’s the Russian mafia in case you didn’t know.” I said. “I plan to sever the heads of everyone who thought they could take her. Her name is Livia Rossi Novikov. Do you know her?” She tensed, and her eyes went wide. She looked around nervously like she was trying to find an exit. “I don’t know anyone here by that name,” she lied.

My breathing was perfectly deep and clear. The Moretti family network had completely integrated the corporate jewelry empire, purging the last remnants of Jenna’s fraudulent schemes. My father had never looked prouder; my standing as the sole, undisputed heiress to our legacy was absolute. The world finally knew exactly who I was, and the respect I commanded was earned in blood and flawless calculation. A shadow fell over the terrace as a tall, handsome figure stepped out from the French doors, carrying a fresh tray of fruit and a bouquet of flawless, pollen-free white roses.

It didn't make the fury sitting in my chest any easier to hold. "Where is she?" "In her room. One of the maids is with her. I wanted to speak with you first, alone, before you saw her." "Why?" "Because I have a theory about who's behind this, and I don't want to say it in front of her until I'm certain." Renzo's jaw was tight. "The car matches one that's been visiting a property tied to Don Marco's late wife's estate. Different plate number each time, but the same make and model. Today's plate came back stolen."

She hurried over, trembling, and tugged at my sleeve. "Miss, please just back down…" Kylie Mack's voice shook like a leaf. "She really is the Stone heiress, the richest man's only daughter. He spoils her rotten. The last time someone talked back to her, they got fired the next day and blacklisted from the entire industry…" I raised an eyebrow and looked at the arrogant woman in front of me. The Stone heiress? The richest man's only daughter? I immediately pulled up her livestream on my phone and saw her name.

Rafael yelled back. "I didn't think they would find out!" Sofia shouted defensively between her sobs. "And above all, I had no idea that was Sabel! I had no idea that your useless ex-wife is the sole heiress of that massive empire! I only did it for you, Rafael! For our business!"

My husband Christian Messina's assistant has been blowing through my money like it's water. At the underground auction, she laughed in my face and called me a useless trophy wife. So I cut her access. She got humiliated at checkout, and the club's security locked her up for a full day and night. When Christian found out, he froze my card on my birthday. Told me I'd better figure out how to pay, or I'd be stripping down and crawling out on all fours in front of every mob higher-up in New York. What he doesn't know? I'm the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the country. The Moretti name? That's mine. And everything he has right now—every turf, every dollar, every scrap of power? I put it

Luckily, she wasn’t there to be involved in any matter, thanks to Antony’s interruption, of course. Crystal could clearly recognize the maidens left in this round. Lylia Evergreen, heiress of a famous magazine printing company. Nothing too special but, at least her character seemed clean from what Crystal has observed. Denise Imperial, heiress of a vast chain of restaurants in the country. Same with Lylia, her character holds no mischief. Mylene Haravina, daughter of a famous fashion designer that is widely known across countries. This one was shy based from Crystal’s observation.

The older woman scolded. "But aunt Eliana it has been years since she was an ordinary person and we never had to beg or steal or sleep on the streets. We had homes and she had that woman who brought her up to slaughter." Hector shook his head as he thought back to the events two years past. The healer Artemisia who had brought Trix up in their small village of Clusium had been behind attempts to usurping the imperial family though Trix. "It's different now. Much much too different."

"Bella, this is not the time for you to behave like an immature child. For once, learn to listen to what you've been told. You are not leaving this house, and that is final." Bella simply gave her mother a mocking smirk. Her mother is obviously misguided if she believes she is still capable of stopping her. She is no longer afraid of what Giovanni can do to her because, soon, she will have the same power and authority that Giovanni has. After her marriage to Calix takes place, she will soon become a mafia heiress. In other words, she may now achieve what she wants without the help of anyone in this family. Her life will even be better than the life her mother