Mafia Prince Novels & Stories

Could it be a different Mario? "You mean Mario Bianchi - that tall, imposing figure?" I stammered, struggling to find the right words. Larissa nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Let me show you." She pulled out her phone, displaying photos of Mario that decorated her screen. "This is the one! A trillionaire and heir to the Bianchi dynasty, a trillion-dollar empire with ties to the British monarchy and the American mafia. His brother is the infamous don." I listened, awestruck, as she continued.

"My name is..." "He’s the prince, Gabriel," Deacon continued. "Prince Augustus Cynfael Hearst Clemente." Gabriel unexpectedly punched Prince Augustus in the face, Deacon and Mishelley swiftly stopped him. "For goodness’ sake, Gabriel! He’s the prince!" Mishelley exclaimed. "Psychopath prince. Don’t you recall what Gemma said, that prince..." Gabriel pointed to the prince. "Made Gemma’s life miserable. Acting novel but a sadist."

Only the worn-out curtains and the dirty floor would be left in their small apartment. Earlier that week, she had gone to Mikhail Mazza for help. Although he was known as the Country's most handsome bachelor and conglomerate. He was also known as the Mafia Kingpin. She couldn't let her mother die. The woman had suffered a lot and if she could at least do what he wanted. she'd make that change. But she was not ready to give her virginity to a man-whore. Mikhail Mazza was feared in the whole city. He was the Country's most dangerous and whoring bachelor.

Very different from the Russians, whose diplomacy is non-existent. Our common enemies are backing down, but I am not mistaken, since rumors that they were sending men of international prestige, among them their executor, Nikolai Dotroiov. It was suspected that he was in New York for a few days and that his mission is to recover not only his domains and resources, but take with him Giulia, my future wife, and of course, he will be a dead man if he tries, I don’t care if this is a declaration of war on the entire Russian mafia.

it’s her boyfriend or else who’s the bloody guy. I stride towards her... She didn’t even notice me Shakti Mehra.....I uttered What...? My name shakti divit don’t mention Mehra Come let’s go home... Who’s this man divit? Kerem ercel questioned I don’t know kerem maybe he mistook leave him, let’s enjoy...... Waiter one more liquor, please Mam, it’s too late the restaurant is shutting down.... Stop doing nonsense.....Shakti Who the hell are you man? Are shouting on me I m shakti divit, princess of Ishaan divit

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

"That's impossible! You're just an ordinary woman! You'd never have lived the kind of life you had without me." My gaze was filled with disgust. Only after leaving him did I realize that not only was he unfaithful, but his character was rotten to the core. I couldn't be bothered to waste my time on Simone. I signalled the guards to escort him out. He looked at the ten guards advancing toward him and shouted, "What are you doing? I'm the CEO of Pozzi Corp!" "CEO?" The guards looked at each other before they burst out laughing. "You're just a small-time boss! Do you know who she is? She's the Principessa of the Salvatore famiglia, one of the three most powerful mafia famiglia!"

He wasn’t getting out of here alive and it was a fact he had known the instant Leonardo’s men had hauled him into the sub from the busy suburbs of New York. How he had been found was beyond him, but he must have been a fool to even imagine that he could get away from the D’Angelo clan and that too from Draco himself. Leonardo Draconis D’Angelo was called the Mafia King for a reason. He was known to kill first and ask questions of the dead body.

Mad also missed me, and he was proving how much he did. I gasped for air as the kisses ended, and someone just cleared their throat behind him. A tall man in his thirties. He looked like he had just come out of a men’s fashion magazine as the sexiest man alive. He slightly bowed his head, but what was striking was his smile and his expressive eyes. “Princess.” My eyebrows shot up. “You must be the mafia.” He laughed. “Al tuo servizio.” “I’m Tara.” I extended my hand.

Unlike Carina, who had grown up around them, knew how to act cute, and spoke as sweetly as a nightingale. More importantly, they saw me as a useless person. If it weren't for our campus romance in university, an ordinary girl like me would never have made it to the engagement with him. Giovanni was an Italian-American heir to the powerful and rising Vitale crime family. He was one of the strongest contenders to become the next Don. They had only tolerated me because of his insistence. Carina often threatened me in private: "You don't belong in this mafia family. You'll be eaten alive, bones and all. So behave yourself."