Novel & Cerita Mamma Mia Stories

Now she knew it ran in the family. In the first, nobody should go this far with a lie. It never ends well. She took out casual attire as she was planning on visiting Mis and hear whatever she was bluffing about yesterday on the midnight call Luca had received by mistake, when Mia most probably had heard all that pg-18 soundtracks she and Luca were making. Another thing to wish for the ground to open and swallow her whole! She closed the dresser and leaned against the dresser to see Luca hugging his mother as she cried about how a 'horrible' woman she was to have killed his unborn child and how she will be skinned and deep-fried in the hells for her 'sins'.

The main mafia mansion is the only nearest house to ours and it's a 10mins drive from here. I get on my bike and the boys drive together in one of dad's black SUVs behind me. The nearest mall comes to view and I like the fact that it holds most of my favourite stores. Parking my bike in a safe spot , I get into a Gucci store and start looking around with Theo right on my side while Thomas keeps himself busy with his phone. " Do you trust that guy?"Theo whispers motioning to Thomas. I look over at the referred guy who has been on his phone ever since we left home.

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.

They didn't seem like they were into the Mafia at all, but she knew they would enter business mode where need be. Mrs Roberts asked questions regarding how the couple met, and Drey made up a story of them meeting at a restaurant, where they fell in love at one sight. Marie cringed badly when he was telling the story, but she had to act along with it by smiling and dropping comments here and there.

The hell are you talking about? "The daughter of McKenzie, our president got missing some years back. The same year she got missing is the same year Micheline started working in the mansion. Through my sources, I've got to find out that she is Selma McKenzie, the daughter of the president. I don't know what her mission is my Lord but the CCTV footage has spotted her adding something to your drink yesterday" Tikka paused and brought the tape out "She destroyed your family's memories and framed Valerie" Tikka handed the tape over to Jaden and he smiled

Especially now that I've gotten used to seeing it. I showered and wore my biggest night gown and flip flops. As I thought about everything that had happened, I knew I couldn't blame mom for everything she said to Dre. She wasn't expecting to see me today. Hell she wasn't expecting to see me with Dre. I know she did her personal research and found out that Dreidan Mochino was the very own Dreidan Vaughn. Head of the Italian mafia. It really wasn't her fault.

His eyes held a hint of regret, but my mind was still reeling. “What about Mia?” The question escaped my lips before I could stop it, the worry coiling tighter in my chest. He hesitated, his gaze dropping momentarily as if the answer was too heavy to bear. My heart raced as silence stretched between us, and tears threatened to spill. “She’s going to be a part of Camorra.” The words hit me like a cold wave, freezing me in disbelief. “What?!”

And the boss didn’t tolerate incomplete reports. As Maya disappeared down the street, Matteo adjusted his jacket and fell into the flow of pedestrians, already shaping the words he would use when he told Lucien Santoro what he had seen. By the time Maya returned to the estate, slipping back through the side gates with her braid undone by the wind, Matteo was already inside. He moved with the easy confidence of a man who belonged everywhere, his footsteps echoing against the polished marble until he reached the heavy oak doors of the study.

she yells and winks at me. “What’s a bitch?” Curious Melinda asks out of nowhere. “Mum’s mother,” Miranda answers. Sienna laughs out and I glare at her. “Oh, a bitch is someone in jail,” Melinda mumbles thoughtfully. “Does that make mum’s dad a dog? He is in jail too,” Melinda asks. “Enough of the question Melinda,” Malcolm says. He takes my hand and pulls me away from Sienna and the twins. His lips met mine in a slow and passionate kiss, filled with promises of the future that lay ahead of us.

Mahira aunty said making us laugh. "Okay aunty don't worry! We'll bring her down with us. Anything else?" I asked. "Oh yes! I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me Mia! There's a vermilion filled plate in the store room. Please bring that after helping Samaira!" Aunty said. I smiled and said,"Of course aunty! You don't need to say please."