Mafia Heiress Novels & Stories

More than cruel to whoever denies his authority and even if I have the power, I know enough to not get in his bad side. The identity of my fiancé is still unknown since I wasn’t sure about all of these things. If I will need to get out of this deal, I need to find something about that woman. I didn’t even know her name or anything but one thing is for sure, she is dangerous because she is an heiress of a mafia group. No one respects women in this field but somehow, she manage to earn my father’s respect plus her riches will give us more fortune to expand our business.

The cashier glanced at Kazen with an admiring stare while handing over the card to the heiress, who dashed out of the restaurant leaving every single person in a daze. No wonder she was the eldest child of the Russian mafia king, Salvatore and his first wife, who also belonged to an influential Russian family. ●Russia● The massively stretched villa felt the audible footsteps of black shoes as soon as the grimly dressed man made his not-so-fancy appearance. His face showed utter tiredness and irritation as he managed to push himself through the silent and dimly lit arcade, the golden lights were illuminating the whole villa but perhaps his life was devoid of the required 'fairy light.'

We won. We entered a smoked glass door on this tall building 3 days after the conquest. Wearing a corporate suit, we'll meet the 'bosses' for formalities regarding our training as one of their mafia teams. Heading to the front to bow, I raised my head, and I saw Theon in the middle. I didn't show my shock, the two gasps. I knew someone's up with him. He's the 'Mafia Chairman' according to the pin on his coat. The meeting have this cold air, we remained stoic.

She says with the quirk of her perfectly arched brow. She takes a step towards me. I take one back. “I-I’ll clean this up!” I stutter out just as my back collides with the wall and she steps towards me again with a grin that holds a promise of pain and suffering. “Meera Florence.” She chimes, “the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the entirety of Europe. Now pushed down to rags.” She says looking me up and down and giving me a feigned look of pity. “Who would have thought?” She wonders out loud, looking up at the intricately carved ceiling for a moment.

She glanced at Mia, silently pleading with her to play along. Mia, ever the perceptive one, seemed to sense the unspoken tension between the two. Her smile faltered slightly, and she slowly lowered her hand, tucking it into the pocket of her designer jeans. "Actually, Mr. Maverick, I'm not just any friend." She tilted her chin up defiantly, her gaze unwavering. "I'm the heiress to Vitalis Pharmaceuticals. And I have to say, I'm quite interested in this...arrangement you have with my dear Evie."

He seemed a bit surprised at my warmth but returned the smile and left. Alone in my room I was left with nothing but my thoughts. I had begun missing my friends at school. Jane, Lily, Jake. Maybe I should call them…. But I didn't feel like it right now, at least not until my father was done or else I would never be able to rest. Bored. I began counting the design patterns on the ceiling. I didn't want to think about how I was going to deal with being the Mafia Heiress. It was a considerable responsibility that I wasn't sure I was ready for. Although I maintained a strong self to my father, I was scared beyond reason.

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.

I'm going to break up with that peasant and throw myself into Galvan's arms. How interesting. She could not recognize a pearl in a haystack. If she knew Reuben was the heir to a mafia family, I wondered what her expression would be. 'He wouldn't dare to resist anyway. What can a lowly driver do?' Tracy pondered as she finally made up her mind.

She was the perfect mafia, psychopathic killer, who killed her other four brothers, in a dispute for power, inheritance, business and territories, being called the Hyena. That woman was marked by a characteristic laugh, since she killed her twin sister in a dispute over a boyfriend, she was a powerful, beautiful, sensual bodybuilder, an Enchanter, who was there to be the best negotiator in history. Since she was a Greek woman who came from a mafia and traditional family in this rich city of Pietro, where there was a colony of rich Greek businesspeople, where real estate was mostly owned by her family, she was the granddaughter who was in charge of business, maintaining rents.

When I finished, he leaned back in his chair, “Wow.” I gave a humourless laugh, “That's one way to put it.” “So, you are not really here by choice.” He asked “Not entirely.” I walked back towards the window, holding my glass, “Don't get me wrong. I realise how blessed I am. I am a mafia princess, I have more money and resources than I could ever need, and I have a fiancé who loves me more than anything. Roman would probably burn the entire world down if someone so much as looked at me the wrong way.”