Mafia Princess Mga Nobela at Kwento

That’s probably why it stood out. The morning at the pool, the Mafia princess scanned Padre, Reinaldo, and me like she’d stepped on better things. When I learned she was married to that asshole Rocco, I felt sorry for her. She was supposed to be a princess, and if I was going to go with fairy-tale analogies, she’d ended up with a frog.

Then back up again—toward my most private area. Once his hands reached there, Luca snapped. “Enough!” His fist slammed against the table. My lips curled into a faint disgusted smile. So he was still pretending he cared? That I still had power over him? I was naïve to ever believe that. Those Mafia Made Men had no hearts. He was now chasing this Bratva princess for the benefits she brought. The girl was stunning. Her golden hair shone like a Barbie doll’s. No one would guess she was here to negotiate a weapons deal.

Her eyes closed as she exhaled deeply. He drew her into his arms, watching her pale face as she passed out. Elena Romano is the Alpha princess who eventually became a slave, and he is Alpha Don Dante Russo, the Mafia Alpha King to whom all Alphas submit.

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

“Mia and I get along. Rodrigo is very much influenced by my father and well, you see how he is trying to force a marriage alliance on me.” “What’s the deal with the alliance? Why is he so desperate to marry you off to that asshole?” “He looks at his daughters like commodities to strengthen the family business.” I said. He growls softly, “Commodities? What’s the family business?” I sighed. He should know, because this could all be dangerous for him. “I’m the princess of the Moreno Crime Family, Aiden.” “Crime family? Like the mafia?” He said, amused. “The very kind.” I said quietly. His eyes immediately darkened, “Well, you are my queen now, mojito.”

Elena took out a thick envelope from her designer bag. The man took the envelope and smiled. "Good girl. You'll be the Queen of Sicily." "What..." Alexander staggered back as if punched in the gut. "No... that's not Elena... that's a fake!" The crowd below was in an uproar. Elena’s mother stopped crying, her mouth agape. Marco stood frozen, shaking his head. "Lies! This is all manipulated!" Marco screamed. But the memory continued. The scene shifted to the night of the murder.

Just then, my princess, move but inches forward to the seven men that are watching her as they are trembling, “Now, I suggest that we all drop our guns and have a decent meal.” Then there is a clever ass mouth that feels the need to say something, “You are just a girl with a gun in her hand. Do you even know how to use that thing?” I watch as my princess only laughs and gives me a slight wink, then she turns back to him, “This girl is Cassandra Cummings, and my father, Joseph, I am sure if he could talk, he would tell you that I know exactly how to use this thing.” But if I think that would make the fool back down, he only but raises his gun higher and start to break out in a fit of uncontro

I asked and maybe deep down I didn't want to know who he is. "Natalie, what do you m-" I cut him off and asked, "Who The Fuck Are You?" I half yelled this time. He sighed and said "I'm Matteo De Luca and I'm the Capo of the Italian Mafia, " I felt that air left my lungs, how could I be that stupid, hell I'm always that stupid. "Karissa is she your daughter?" I asked and he shook his head. "No, I just asked lea to say that," he explained.

He knew damn well how this works. The Cortese Family runs this city. And I'm the Principessa. "Marco," I said cool, "if she refuses the job, strip her and drop her back at whatever sewer she slithered out of." "No!" Chloe dropped to her knees, sobbing. "I'll go! I'll do it!" I gave a nod. Then looked at Damon. "Next time you bring a stray into my house, you both sleep with the fish." Marco dragged her out. She threw Damon a look—hate and fear mixed in one.

What would he have her do? The masked man watched her through the mirror as she was dragged across the room. “First things first,” he said, his voice smooth, like he had planned this all along. “We need a new identity for you.” Elizabeth’s eyes widened. A new identity? The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t just going to use her—he was going to erase her, turn her into someone else entirely. “Look at you,” he said, admiring her reflection. “Elizabeth—the Mafia princess, lost and broken. But not anymore. From now on, you’re someone new. Someone who doesn’t exist.”