Mafia Princess Book Novels & Stories

He is a Booi too and our rival empire enemy, after all. “Oh! What do we have here? The Davi princess feels like modelling for us tod…” Leo, the heir of the Booi mafia empire exclaims. I pounce at him before he completes his sentence. I swear that there’s absolutely no one in the entire world who gets into my nerves than this man.

There are other mafias too but these are good mafias. French Mafia is from Amelia's side family and my and Amelia's marriage was an arrangement but eventually we fell in love and had seven kids. Time to say bye to Italy for some time.

They changed my perception. She is content with this life, chooses to ignore or conform to whatever this bloody existence throws at her. She is willing to continue being a pawn in our Papa's plans. The quintessential obedient and charming principessa of the mafia world. She is the poster child for everything that a Mafia man wants in a woman in this world. Beautiful, demure, obedient. A fucking doormat. Well, I am not and will never be okay with this. I will find a way through this darkness, even if I have to claw my way out.

And as this woman that I love stares at me, I can see the love boil over in her eyes, but beyond them, there is something else. “Christian.” “Yes, princess?” “Is this war over?” “No, princess, there is one more thing that I want.” ...TO BE CONTINUED... SEQUEL - MY MAFIA PRINCESS: THE LOVE OF A CRIME BOSS

Her panic vanished, replaced by a scornful laugh. "Miss Aria? Her?" Brenda scoffed, pointing at me as if I were a piece of garbage. "Are you blind? Look at her! Dressed like a bricklayer who just crawled out of a sewer. The real Miss Moretti is a princess. She wears designer clothes, not this trash. This liar is trying to trick you!" Though my body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, I met her gaze. The Moretti ice in my eyes could have frozen hell over.

I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him. With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. “Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.” I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision. Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.

Liora’s POV Business had been, frankly, chaotic—in the best possible way. Within three months, I’d acquired another building in New York. The third casino under my family’s name was officially in progress. I was walking through the lobby with the décor team, halfway into a conversation about light fixtures, when a woman—yes, an actual woman—came flying out of nowhere and practically collapsed at my feet. I looked down. Viola. “Viola?” She stood, brushing herself off like nothing had happened, and flashed a tiny diamond ring that was barely visible unless you had a microscope handy.

When Sky Foster aimed, Charlie was often the target, and she had the kind of accuracy that made people flinch before she even threw anything. Sky Foster. The fiery blonde with eyes so green they could probably stop hearts if she cared to look up long enough. She was not just sassy, she was a full blown hurricane in designer sneakers. Charlie secretly called her his princess. Ridiculous, really. She was not his. She would never be his. Because Sky Foster was the daughter of River Foster, the notorious Mafia boss who ran the Crimson Serpents with a smile sharp enough to cut glass. And Charlie. He was the hired help. The bodyguard assigned to keep her out of trouble, or at least to try.

“I… I guess so.” I searched her face carefully. No hesitation. No deception. Only confusion and fear. She was telling the truth then slow realization settled into my chest. Now I understood why Calus wanted her. Why powerful men were moving like shadows around her. Why chaos followed wherever she went. She wasn’t just another woman caught in mafia crossfire. She was the key, the surviving bloodline. The record to the next mafia throne. My voice dropped into a near whisper. “You are the answer to so many things.”

It was short, but at the time, I simply didn't care. Suddenly, I felt shy as I began to play with my toes. Damon suddenly leaned in and whispered in my ear, "You are so cute I could fuck the shit out of you right now." "This is Nicholas. He is the new member of the Council of Six. Nicholas St. John, this is Isabella Montenegro. She is the current... will be the current mafia ruler." Nicholas bowed his head low. "It's an honor to meet you, Princess," he said with his hand stretched out in front of him. I placed my hand in his in response.