Mafia Queen In Real Life Mga Nobela at Kwento

The driver parked the car in the underground parking lot after dropping Catherine and Sarah at the doorstep. Something caught Catherine’s attention when she has just reached the door. She turned back to take a good look when she found a video playing on the big screen on the opposite building of mart. The video was of a very fine, handsome man giving an interview. She recognized the man in an instant. The man is the president of Vitale Group, Evan Vitale, her brother’s closest friend, and her childhood sweetheart. Their parents also shared the closest bond despite being from two Mafia clans, so the children also became the closest kin to each other.

His shoulders were rigid. A small audio recorder sat on his desk. Jasmine sat on the leather sofa, clutching a tissue and weeping loudly. "Play it," Dominic ordered without turning around. Chase pressed a button. My own voice filled the quiet room. “I can get Luca out. No, I don't care about the mafia boss. He means nothing. I just want the money. Get the cash ready.” My blood turned to ice. "That is not real. They cut my words together..." "Silence." Dominic turned around.

I slammed the laptop shut, the sound sharp in the silence. They thought they could humiliate me. Strip me of my position and give it to that old fart. I should have known they were in it when they kept brushing me off and prolonging our call. A laugh tore from my throat, bitter, low and dangerous. “If they want a mafia king so badly, then I’ll give them one. One way or the other."

Not just an heir to a fortune. He was in the mafia. A leader. A killer. A man who could erase someone from existence with a single order, leaving behind nothing but whispered rumors and a cold case that would never be solved. And I had walked right into his path. I had smiled at him. Let him drive me home. Let him get close.

the officer casually shrugs though he is stunned by the information. "So the frail-looking girl who caught Wolf's affection is no ordinary girl" another whispered. "These men here are all fucked up. What a misfortune robbing a place with a Petrov woman inside" "A woman, looking more like a girl. It's quite deceiving though" three heads shook in bewilderment. Silence rules while they continue to watch. "That puny girl is the Petrov Mafia Queen. The ruler of the powerful Mafia" after a while Seville whispers, still in disbelief. ****😏****

In the underworld, power is paid for in blood and betrayal. And I was born to rule. I survived the back alleys of the Bronx. Then I was adopted by two different mafia families. The first family's fake daughter cried. She wanted my territory. I smiled. I crushed her. I took every illegal casino and smuggling route in Brooklyn. The second family's fake heir slit his wrists for pity. I yawned. I took his black Amex. And the keys to the armory. I won. Clean. Both times. I sent those two idiots to the most dangerous prison on the East Coast. At twenty, a bloody DNA report showed up. Turns out, I'm the long-lost daughter of the Callahans. The biggest Irish mob in Boston. My first day at the Callah

he asked astonished, his lips trembling in shock at my unexpected response. “You want to tell him, right? Go ahead and do so. You think I would get on my knees and beg you not to?” I chuckled, my eyes tilting with anger. “Hell no!! Have you forgotten who I am? I am the Mafia Queen!! One who makes men tremble!!” I took another bold step forward, my arms wrapped around my chest. “I was born in blood, Lorenzo. I was raised by a tyrant, and I have taken down men who were more powerful than you”.

My men yelled at me and we instantly retreated, while still pointing a gun at him and his men, we ran to our car and drove off at a high speed. "Khloe, you are a mad woman," Diego said as he tried to catch his breath. I bursted into laughter at the way he struggled to breathe. "And you are a woman, why were you so scared, Diego?" I said to him as I unwrapped my arm. "Because Uncle said we shouldn't go after the diamond, remember it's theirs - we stole from them twice!" Diego said, referring to my father. My father, the former head of the Italian Mafia group, had handed me the title of Queen of the Mafias. Of course, he wouldn't like me going after the diamonds, but they belonged to my late m

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.

“I am from a very poor background. I struggle to complete my education.” She let out a wide range of smoke. She paused a little bit, “I go by the name Liliana Vladimir. I am a mafia queen. The sister to joe Biden.” “Opps Mafia! You must be stinkingly rich.” My hands gripped her hands gently. “I would love to have you in my life.” “You deserve to know a little about being a mafia. I have been a mafia since ten years old. I forged receipts and avoid paying tax to the government. There's an abandoned mansion my father left to me before he died.” She paused, indirectly telling me she's not sharing all details yet.