Mafia Heiress Novels & Stories

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She had truly won the life lottery, as she was rich, talented, and beautiful. "It's Tiffany McAuley, the legendary beauty and genius heiress of McAuley Group, the biggest star in Centus. Oh my god, am I dreaming?" Melanie exclaimed excitedly, tugging at Jade's sleeve. Her eyes were fixed on the stage, afraid of missing any of Tiffany's movements. Jade had also heard of Tiffany's achievements. In her previous life, she had been timid, self-deprecating, and friendless. Naturally, she’d had no dealings with Tiffany, but she knew Tiffany was proud and often kept to herself.

I sighed and scoffed at the ridiculous condition. “Aitana Greyson, Alessandro’s wife runs the biggest mafia network in the U.S.” He said but I literally fell from my chair. “Mafia?” I frowned. “Yes, she is the mafia queen of American Mafia syndicate but there’s more into the story.” He paused and munched the Belgian chocolates I ordered for Adeline but he stole one box. “This one box costed me five hundred dollars including the shipping charges which I am going to deduct from your payment. So, don’t stretch it and tell me the fucking truth.” I said slamming my fists on the table.

"Tell me, who did?" "Not too fast now, baby. You would give me something in return." I just knew this wasn't gonna be good. What was she possibly going to ask for now? "And how do I know you're not lying about having supposed information?" "Manuel, just like you, I also have my ways. I'm a fucking mafia princess, you're quick to forget that. A much better option than that weak assistant of Alex." Her statement made me so angry and I released a grunt before I could hold back.

My thoughts reminded me of the point that led us here. I'd been watching my favorite boy band at my apartment when my grandfather suddenly appeared and told me to join him for a morning ride. I'd put on a plain t-shirt and a pair of pants, and joined him in his affairs, only to discover that he tricked me to go with him to a conference hall that was stacked with a hundred media-related personnel. I didn't take it seriously because my grandfather was always meaning to take me everywhere with him. But unexpectedly, he made an announcement that shook the world's structure in business, and threw me off my feet. He announced I, Bianca Maria Rossi as his heir and gave me everything he owned, publi

I stuttered, eyeing her from under my lashes. She sat the basket on the floor and picked out basic dresses. "My name is Viola. Your personal maid." A frown creased my forehead. My maid? I gulped. "Where am I?" I asked. "Don Massimo's mansion," she answered, folding the clothes. More confusion flooded my head, drowning me. "Who is Don Massimo?" I questioned, curiosity bubbling. "The most powerful godfather there is," she answered. Fear gripped my heart, and I felt electric shocks zapping down my spine. My heart grew erratic, and I swallowed a sharp breath.

“What do you mean she’s part of a mafia?” He took a slow breath, letting the tension simmer in the room before delivering the blow. “She’s a Mafia Princess. She comes from royal blood in another country.” I blinked. Once. Twice. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely stupid. The words didn’t make sense. Chandria? The woman who used to hide under the covers when it thundered? The woman who looked so fragile I was afraid to break her? A princess of a crime syndicate?

Tagged: @WestCorp, @AdeleFord, @Harringtons, @OldWests, @Mercers, @FirstLady, @MyGirls, @ForbesSociety, @GlobalHeirsCircle … +42 more Below it was a photo of two intertwined hands. And that which I presumed to be Mia’s had a ring so striking it was impossible to ignore: a rare black diamond, cut in a sharp emerald shape, sitting heavy on a platinum band traced with smaller white diamonds. … Who was Mia? She was the beloved heiress of the Harrington family, born of the first branch—the power holders of the Harrington bloodline. She was dear to every young and old; the kind of woman children curtsied to without being told and elders blessed with both hands. She had that natural grace, that uns

] He grabbed the bottle of whisky and poured himself another large shot tossing it back in an angry motion. ‘Cazzo di diavolo, vediamo, solo la Bratva, Dmitri vorrebbe riaverla nelle sue grinfie, poi c'è il Cartello, pensa ai titoli dei giornali che vorrebbero avere la mia donna e una duchessa per l'avvio, anche la mia stessa mafia, molti di loro scambierebbero la moglie e i figli per averla colpita, oh e non dimentichiamo Khalid, Se le avesse messo le mani addosso, beh, non sarebbe stato piacevole per lei.’ [Fucking hell man, let’s see, only the Bratva, Dmitri would love to get her back in his clutches, then there’s the Cartel, think of the headlines they would love having my woman, and a D

I’ve heard many stories about Erico that makes me have goosebumps, and I never want to be on his bad side. He is the only man of the mafia that no one has seen. Or no alive person ever saw him. “Miss Romano.” I looked up to see my maid, Clara entering my room. “What is it?” I asked. “Boss said that you have a banquet tomorrow. You have to get ready early.” I nodded knowing well my duties. As the heiress of my father’s mafia, I have to be present in these banquets even though I don’t want to. I dream of a life away from all this drama. I don’t even want to be the heiress, but my thirst for revenge for my mother gives me power.