Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

However Justin ignored her. "Are you stupid or something? You disturbed me in the middle of a photoshoot to tell me to buy you a pair of shoes?" Isabella yelled in anger. "I think it's time I send my men from the underworld to take care of you." Justin, who was unaffected by his sister's threat causally sipped his coffee. The same however couldn't be said for Jasmine. Everyone knew that Isabella Gerano Fraser was the wife to the Mafia king which made her the Mafia Queen.

"I am the girl you will seek at the request of Mr. Alfred Zeroun Mendrick. Laura Valerie Alexander." But still. The woman's sharp gaze didn't change at all. Even though Laura had already said who she really was. Laura smile evilly and then walked around the woman as she continued to speak. "I'm sure you know who I am. I am the Son of Mr. Aric Alexander. The most feared head of the American Mafia and Damian Mendrick's greatest enemy. And you, you know that, don't you?" "Why are you tying me up like this? You want to kill me because I interfered in your dealings with Mr Alfred and his family? Is that what you want to do?" asked the woman named Zena Mikayla while continuing to stare intently.

I didn't wanted her to know that I worked as a waitress, it was not like I was ashamed of what I was doing but I knew that the queen bee will some how manage to present me as a joke again. Ava rolled her eyes at me. "Ariadne is that you?" Ava patted my back as she walked past me. Great so she saw me. Ava was not from a wealthy family but some how she always managed to put on the wealthy lifestyle. No one knew what her parents did. There were rumours that her father abandoned her and her mother. Her mother was a prostitute. I am not sure about it. And I am not claiming anything. I have just heard it. Maybe this is the reason why Ava values money over everything.. Or maybe she is just that sel

I confessed. Maxine started laughing. "Shit, U, what's going on in that head of yours. I would never lay a finger on you. Not me, not anyone else. You have no reason to be scared Reina." I jolted at the name again. "What does that even mean?" "Reina?" "Yes." "Queen." He replied. "I am no Queen." I corrected. "Oh, but you are. You are my brother's woman. He's the Boss, you're his Queen."

she whispers. I knew it. I knew my instincts weren’t wrong. “You need to call Mateo and have him get Renée out of there now!” she says, and I look at her, confused. “I know. She was packing when we were talking. I’ll just call her and ask her to hurry up.” Maria shakes her head vigorously. “No, you don’t get it—it has to be now!” I’m confused. “Why?” She looks up at me, worry written all over her face. “Because that woman right there is the queen of the Northern mafiadome.”

Daughter of Spanish mafia king Miguel Rigruduez and wife to Italian mafia heir, Adonis Alejandro Bernardi. In a few days, I would officially be the queen of the Italian mafia as I celebrate one year of being this handsome man's wife. I have learnt a lot and definitely am not who I used to be. Life has its ups and downs, and moving forward, there was no assurance that we wouldn't face more challenges, but I was ready. I am strong. I am tenacious. I am resilient. This is my revenge, and I wholeheartedly submit to my maf—

“It’s just begun.” Three Weeks Later – The De Luca Estate – Coronation Night The ballroom shimmered in gold and blood-red. A crown sat on a velvet cushion. I stood in a black dress, fire embroidered into the hem. The crowd watched as Alessandro placed the crown on my head. Valentina De Luca. Mafia Queen. Later That Night – The Rooftop The stars felt closer. The air heavier. Alessandro joined me with two glasses of wine. “Do you regret it?” he asked.

“Remind me again why you chose to stay in New York instead of living here.” He laughed, and then he leaned forward and kissed my forehead. I felt like a little princess, holding onto my dashing prince while we rode our carriage through our beautiful kingdom. Adrian certainly fit the look, with his chiseled jaw, dark eyes, and dangerous smile that made me weak at the knees. I could certainly see myself sitting beside him as he ruled his kingdom, and I supported him as his mafia queen. That would be a magical life.

Seven years later…. "Chris, the shipment is ready for pickup." Mario reported to the Comare as she sat in her office, smoking a cigarette. "Mmmm." She hummed in response. She didn't talk much. She was more business than friendly… Even though she was a woman, she still exuded power and dominance. This woman was none other than Christina Walker, the Mafia Queen Comare. She had grown into a highly charming woman and was able to arouse deep desires in any man she wanted but she was too busy building her father’s business having taken over from Victor at the first chance she got.

The aloof, elegant artist Vivian had died on that bloody night. The woman reborn from the ashes was the Mafia Queen, absolute ruler of the New York underworld.