Mafia's Daughter Novelas e Histórias

Back in El Tricolor, there's a rule: If I don't get married by thirty, I have to go back and marry the woman my father arranged for me. When my girlfriend, Stella Ross, heard this, her face filled with complete disdain. "Arranged marriage? Is your home in some remote tribe? Or are you stuck in the Middle Ages? Alan, quit with these pathetic excuses to force a marriage!" She let out a mocking laugh and pulled out a ring. "I was actually planning to accept your proposal and even bought us a pair of rings. But since you're so desperate, I think we both need some space to cool off." With that, she tossed the ring straight to her assistant, Ethan Parker. The marriage I had waited years for w

"Billionaire, businesswoman, and the daughter of the late Mister Goh of Singapore Juliana Marie Goh has been apprehended by the police yesterday. According to them, Miss Goh is charged with the murder of her boyfriend Mister Bernard Ang. A famous CEO of a leading company in Singapore. Miss Goh is facing other charges, and which being sued by the Casino owner who goes by the name Mister Brussel. Several charges include the illegal position of narcotics and black market business which is still not confirmed by the media." The glass slipped from my hand and onto the floor breaking down into pieces. "Reda!? Are you alright?" Dad went towards me on a quick stride and saw that I wasn't hurt but th

She could feel it in her bones — the heavy silence, the way the guards shifted uneasily at the edges of her vision. When the phone rang, she lunged for it. "Luciano?" she breathed. But it wasn’t his voice on the other end. It was the voice of a man she hadn’t heard in years. A voice from the darkest corner of her past. "Hello, princess," the man said. "Miss me?" Aria’s blood ran cold. It was Dario Ventresca — the son of a rival mafia boss who had once tried to kidnap her for ransom. Luciano had almost killed him for it.

Her robe was drawn tightly around her thin frame, her dark hair streaked with silver, her eyes searching her daughter’s face for answers. Elena forced a smile. “I’m fine, Mama.” Her mother frowned, unconvinced, but said nothing as Elena stepped inside. The warmth of home wrapped around her, smelling faintly of soap and the stew her mother had made earlier. Her little brother was asleep on the couch, his head lolling against the armrest, a comic book slipping from his hand. Elena’s chest tightened. She carefully tucked a blanket over him and brushed the hair from his forehead. He was only twelve. Too young to carry the weight of debts and mafia threats. Too young to understand that his sister

"Wait a minute, did you say Clara? As in Clara Moretti." "The one and only." My posture stiffens and the air in the corridor suddenly feels too suffocating to breathe in. Clara was the daughter of Alessandro and the sister of the man who kidnapped my sister and attempted to murder my brother-in-law. She was currently the ruling head of the Italian mafia since her father was sick, and last I checked, we weren't exactly on good terms with them. "How? Why?" Silence bleeds from the line causing my pulse to spasm.

They want to treat me like a mafia princess when it comes to sitting pretty at their sides but when it comes to making big decisions and leading the two families I'm looked over. “Chris take me to the penthouse a block from twisted and for the love of your life do not tell them where the hell I am" I am the daughter of a mafia lord, even though I didn't know that until a few months ago, I am a bad ass bitch who knows how to handle a gun, crossbow and can probably skin and filet a person's body if given the chance.

I feel my blood run cold on mention of mafia, the name makes me cringe in fear I've watched movies yeah, but partaking in it is a big no for me, that happenings if these last few days makes me realize how dangerous the world can be, "How about you?," She walks away from her shower to mine face few metres away , I can feel her breath fanning against my skin, My heart thuds hard against my chest I know this feeling it's lust, turning my face away from her to my side I feel her nipples poke me by my side , "Just few things grew in an orphanage, went to a public highschool and all, I got a house for myself downtown, couple shifts as a stripper" "You had all the fun"

He asked again yanking her in front of him harshly as she slowly looked up at him. "I wasn't.. Trying to do anything.. They weren't leaving me alone.” She tried explaining but Zeke glared at her. "These people are not normal human Danica. Everyone in here is a mafia or belongs to a mafia family. You must not mess with anyone here, do you understand me?" He looked at her furiously making her to give him a nod as he walked away with her following him behind.

even till his dying day and for that she was very grateful. Mrs. Mensah sat on the couch quietly chewing over her daughter's news. It pleased her greatly that her grand daughter was going to meet her father finally, and that her daughter had finally gathered the courage to tell her about the mysterious man but, she had a few questions of her own. It wasn't that she didn't trust Louisa's judgement... it's just that she had heard stories of the Italian mafia... how dangerous they could be, and she didn't want any situation that would put her daughter or grand daughter's life in jeopardy.

He led the way to the front door and I held my head up in an attempt to hide my anxiety. Shit, I had never felt like this before. What the fuck was wrong with me? He was probably a bastard. Upon knocking on the oak door, we were greeted by a petite brunette woman and a tall broad-shouldered man. Father smiled as he shook the man's hand. I was guessing those were the parents. Father nodded toward me. "This is my daughter, Sienna Zannotti. She runs the Italian mafia." They didn't hear the spite in his words but I did. Suddenly, all eyes were on me. Father didn't introduce himself which made me believe that he knew these people. The woman smiled as she looked me over.