Mafia Prince Novels & Stories

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."

I turn her around and find the worry that is reflected in her eyes, “What is it that you wish to do?” “Well, this might sound rather messed up, but in a way, I wish to live up to the legacy of the Stone Crime Family.” Then she pauses for a brief while. “My dad was the best damn Mafia Boss that you could find.” “That I do not doubt for one second.” And with that, the choice is being made, even though I wish not for it to be, it is done and said. “Princess, then you shall take your rightful place at the top where you are supposed to be.”

The truth being she's been fucking around with one of his enemies who she now feels a tragic emotion she names love and oh, she is forty percent sure she has procreated with the man. This is the truth she has dared to admit to not only our father but the her murderous fiance. Father might not kill her but her fiance will, he is very vengeful and she has crossed him in a way no man in our world can tolerate. Maybe she has lived as the millionaire's daughter so long that she forgot it was an act. She is a mafia princess, we do as we are told and wait until you're an asset to the family. Maybe it's just I that is an asset because Sofia has always been their daugh

Her bleached blonde hair fell to her elbows, her make-up was fine except for the lipstick which was mostly off because of the drinks she had. “Ah, finally Jade,” she said, “and who is this?” she wanted to know while her words came out slurred, she looked at Mitch, interested in if he was my cab driver or if I had a friend she didn't know about. “How much for the drive?” She asked eventually.

“You should have done your research beforehand. Perhaps you won’t fail stealing from another mafia.” He grunted. “Who are you?” She finally withdrew her gun and squatted down to his level. The confidence of this woman was beyond me. “Allow me to introduce myself. La regina. The queen of the mafia.” His chuckle was taunting yet with desperation. “There is no queen in the mafia.”