Mafia Prince Novelas e Histórias

“I’ve been expecting your call.” Tristan. The man my father once wanted me to marry. The son of a powerful ally, raised in the same dark world I was. We’d known each other since we were kids—but we were never friends. If it were up to me, nemesis would’ve been a better word for Tristan. Still, I always knew—out of all the men in New York’s mafia circles, he was the only one who could match me. Maybe even outmatch me. So just this once, I chose to trust my father’s judgment. And put my faith in the man I used to call my enemy.

Impossible. The man sitting across from me wasn't the broken boy who'd cried in the darkness. This was the Mafia Prince. Cold. Controlled. Dangerous. "Someone saw us last night," he said without preamble. "Going into my mother's room. They reported to my father." Ice flooded my veins. "What did you tell him?" "The truth. That you found the room unlocked and I found you there. That we talked about my mother." His grey eyes were steady on mine. "He didn't believe me. He thinks we're getting too close. That this arrangement is becoming complicated."

Boxes labeled RAVENWOOD, RICCI, DJOKOVIC, and KORSHUNOV are stacked high. And right in the middle- a folder stamped L. RICCI in thick black ink. Everything I’ve learned about him so far is inside. Lucien Ricci- firstborn son of two, heir to the Ricci empire. His younger sister, Aurora Ricci-beautiful, kind, smart, the kind of girl polished enough to be mistaken for perfect. Except she doesn’t belong to the inner circle of heirs and heiresses. No Elite connections. No close friends among the mafia kids either.

"Because the master is... well, he used to be royalty.." Izora's gaze focused narrower. “royalty? Like pure royalty?” The maid nodded. "Yes." “He belonged to a prince. His family comes from European nobility—old money and strong ties. The master left all when his older brother was crowned king.” Izora blinked silently. She was mute. "You're saying that the mafia king I wed is a real prince?" “Indeed. We thus address you Lady Izora. You have him married to you. That makes you a princess technically.”

The smaller one moved to her side, close enough that she could smell his cologne — warm, expensive, and intoxicating. “I’m Adrian,” the taller one said. “This is my brother Nico. We are the Mancini Princes.” She had heard the name before. The Mancinis ran one of the most feared mafia families in the city. They were power, money, and danger rolled into one. Nico tilted his head, studying her. “You’re prettier than I expected. Father didn’t tell us that.” Adrian took her arm, firm but not rough. “We’re leaving.”

I've always been lucky. I grew up in foster care, but every family I was placed with was either rich or powerful. Later, two of the wealthiest families around even took me in, both convinced I was their biological daughter. The first was the Kennedy family, an old aristocratic house. Their fake daughter, Sophia Kennedy, was an expert at framing people. Whenever she accused me of something, I'd happily take the blame, but my new parents never believed I'd done it. In the end, I got all the designer goods and even a share of the family profits. The second was the Percival family, a financial dynasty. Their fake daughter, Scarlett Percival, was a master at playing the victim. She played the vic

“Either way, the deal is done. The Damiani’s aren't to be trifled with. Although I don't know much, I've heard that the heir, especially, is known to be a ruthless brute. Nessa is too fragile and precious to suffer under those conditions. Luckily, thanks to you we have a solution. They likely don't know what she looks like. For the sake of the alliance, you'll assume her identity and marry him.” Her words were like a slap to the face. For some reason, the smallest, longing part of me held onto the foolish hope that she would be surprised. That she would contradict him or say it was absurd. But there was no hesitation or any ounce of sympathy in her tone. My stomach sank. Given the rumors a

My brain struggled to process it. Mafia? Actual mafia? The kind from movies? I actually thought they were business men who had bodyguards with them. The expensive suits. The armed men. The meetings. The injuries. The secrecy. Suddenly everything began making sense all at once. Sylvester noticed my stunned expression and immediately tried explaining further. “We mainly deal with people who..” Chris interrupted before he could finish. “We deal with bad people,” Chris explained calmly. “Drug dealers. Human traffickers. Bastards who threaten our territory or innocent people.”

you somehow change your card and manipulate the whole scenario prince:- I don't know what are you talking about then prince takes his money 50,000$ and away prince:- by the way I am going nearby hotel for a few days if you want to drink with me. you can join me I feel hungry and sleepy so please come tomorrow I promise I won't run away because I always welcome beautiful women like then use his power and run away he eats his dinner and goes back to sleep

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.