Mafia Heiress Novels & Stories

Back in El Tricolor, there's a rule: If I don't get married by thirty, I have to go back and marry the woman my father arranged for me. When my girlfriend, Stella Ross, heard this, her face filled with complete disdain. "Arranged marriage? Is your home in some remote tribe? Or are you stuck in the Middle Ages? Alan, quit with these pathetic excuses to force a marriage!" She let out a mocking laugh and pulled out a ring. "I was actually planning to accept your proposal and even bought us a pair of rings. But since you're so desperate, I think we both need some space to cool off." With that, she tossed the ring straight to her assistant, Ethan Parker. The marriage I had waited years for w

I asked, looking at him with contempt. I then took out a document and tossed it at him. "This is an asset seizure order. Tiziano has already absorbed the famiglia's territories, so the current famiglia is nothing but an empty shell." I looked over at Silvia, who was cowering in the corner. "I'll have to think a bit about how I should deal with you." Silvia's previous radiance had vanished, her makeup ruined from all her crying. She looked like an utter mess as she grabbed Mamma's leg, screaming, "You have to help me, Mamma and Papa! You love me the most, right?"

It is a dozen national reporters scrambling for a quote from the Romanov heiress. I let it ring. I’m entirely done being summoned. I press my hand against the glass. The cold seeps into my palm, grounding me. Three weeks ago, I walked out of Marcus with nothing but the clothes on my back and a shattered mind. I was a ghost haunting my own life. Now, I have a husband who watches me like I’m the one thing he can’t look away from. I hold the keys to an underworld empire I never asked for. I’m the central target in a brutal mafia war I did not start. And I have a baby, perfectly healthy, growing inside the body of the woman who helped destroy me.

"Leonardo Moretti was born in Florence three years ago. His birth certificate lists Isabella as his mother, but there's no information about the father." Alessandro opened the folder. "Who registered the birth?" "Isabella herself." "And the hospital records?" "Still being investigated." Alessandro studied the document. "She returned to Italy recently, after three years abroad. She has no husband, no known partner, and no explanation for the child's father." Marco hesitated. "Alessandro, perhaps you should consider the possibility that she simply doesn't want to discuss her personal life." The Mafia boss looked up. "Do you think I'm interested in her personal life?"

In the underworld, power is paid for in blood and betrayal. And I was born to rule. I survived the back alleys of the Bronx. Then I was adopted by two different mafia families. The first family's fake daughter cried. She wanted my territory. I smiled. I crushed her. I took every illegal casino and smuggling route in Brooklyn. The second family's fake heir slit his wrists for pity. I yawned. I took his black Amex. And the keys to the armory. I won. Clean. Both times. I sent those two idiots to the most dangerous prison on the East Coast. At twenty, a bloody DNA report showed up. Turns out, I'm the long-lost daughter of the Callahans. The biggest Irish mob in Boston. My first day at the Callah

The year I returned to the Moretti family, everyone expected the biological daughter and the adopted daughter to fight for their place in the family. But Gianna was different. She was the first to learn sign language so she could communicate with me. She knew I hated sitting with my back to a door. She also knew I didn't want anyone asking why I still refused to speak after two years back home. That night, at a charity gala, my father was supposed to sign an agreement that would end our family's involvement in the port's illegal operations. Instead, Luca Vitale stormed in with representatives from eight families and proposed a toast to my father. He took one sip and collapsed. A second later

She stepped closer to the mirror. "I am a Laurent. I am Isabella Laurent's daughter. This is my name. This is my blood. This house is my blood. That company is my father's blood. They tried to erase her. They tried to erase me. They won't.I am my Father's Daughter.I am the Maid Heiress" Her fist curled.

Isn't this the place where the famous billionaire lived? I stepped back. Oh no, Dorothy. What are you thinking? Are you planning on applying as a maid here? But there's nothing I can do. I need money for my mom. "Goodness, it's getting out of hand." I heard a man spoke behind me so I turned to face him. My eyes widened when I saw him! The famous billionaire! Danmar Bertrand! Am I really seeing him now? He isn't inside a tv screen, a billboard, a painting and anything else? Is he really in front of me?

The moment I finished signing the documents, I gently slammed them down on the table in the middle of us, to go through them once more. "I suppose this means everything is finalized at this point?" I took up the documents, and as I was handing them back to him, I asked the question. "Yes," he took the documents from me and went over everything to check if I signed in everywhere I needed to. "From now on, you are Carmen Dela Cruz, the heiress to the Dela Cruz billions." He murmured as he handed me a copy of the contract he had drawn up. As soon as he said that, the corner of my mouth turned up, and I smiled broadly. I could see how the direction of my life had simply shifted in an instant aft

“It’s fine if you don’t come with me. I can handle myself.” My lips immediately turned up in a smirk when Claire roughly closed her book and stood up. She looked at me, having no other choice. I know she doesn’t want to go out. She’s still exhausted. We both are. We got so caught up with all the matters going inside the family for the past few months. Since the Elcrimo mafia empire of the Constantines is growing bigger, I am entailed with bigger issues and responsibilities, too – my essential role as the heiress. This, maybe, is just the second or third day-off we had. Claire wanted to spend her break in a quiet and comfortable place; sit, read a book, and then later on sleep. And it is way