Maria Von Messina Novels & Stories

“He’s ruthless, lethal and really, really powerful. When he came into the hideout where the kidnappers had taken Ethan and I to, they had instantly dropped to their knees, that’s how much he’s feared by people.” My skin crawled as I listened to my parents talk about how dangerous the person I was going married off to was, as the hair stylist did my hair up in my bedroom. I was already dressed up in my wedding dress, and my makeup had already been done to perfection by professionals. “He’s the most powerful mafia Don ever to walk the earth. Every other mafia here in Italy knows he has the final say.” Dad continued and I felt fear clog my throat once again. “And you’re getting me married off t

I thought I’d finally have peace after dealing with Javier and Noah. Then the doorbell rang. On the security camera: a sharp‑dressed young man wearing glasses. Leo Marino. Heir to the second-most powerful Mafia family in the Italian Quarter. Once, I’d considered him a trusted ally. We’d met at underground auctions and port deals. He looked gentle, polite, respectable… but I knew his hands were just as dirty as everyone else’s. I found out about Sophia’s bounty from his phone, days ago.

“I don’t give a damn about some Beta or that useless Luca! You’re still the same brainless idiot who showed up covered in mud, and I was stupid enough to pity you!” The words tore out of me, sharp and furious. “I’m the mate of Alpha Lorenzo Greco, you idiot! Do you even understand what that means? Even your Patriarch has to speak to my husband with respect!” If she was going to flaunt power that wasn’t even hers, I wasn’t about to stay quiet. For a second, it looked like she wanted to keep going, but it was obvious she couldn’t come up with anything smart. Marcella had never been particularly bright.

It rang three times. "Kane Law, Christmas emergency line." A tired voice answered. "Marcus, it's Maria Moretti." Silence on the other end for a few seconds. "Maria? What... what's wrong?" "I want a divorce." "A divorce? Are you insane? Do you know who your husband is?" "Of course I do. Don Victor Moretti, the biggest Godfather in Chicago," my voice was pure ice. "So tell me, Marcus. How much will it cost to divorce the biggest monster in Chicago?"

"I've been doing this for six years. I know what I'm doing." "I'm sure you do." Vincenzo smiled, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. Lorenzo hadn't said anything, but Kyrian could feel his gaze. The second course arrived—homemade pasta with a cream sauce that smelled incredible. "This looks amazing," Kyrian said to Maria. "Maria's been with us for twenty years," Isabella said warmly. "She makes the best Italian food outside of Italy." "I'll be the judge of that," Kyrian said, taking a bite.

Marco »»»◈««« "Lilianna Sofia Bruno, twenty-three years old, daughter of Sanrino Bruno," Alessandro said, his voice steady as he gave me the background check on Lilianna and her brothers. "She attended a prestigious high school in Miami before her father forcibly relocated her back to Naples. During her time in the US, she lived with her brother Samuele and her half-brother Grabriele, along with Emilio Bruno, their Uncle."

hugged the lady. "Oh! Hija, don't cry. Mommy Mari is crying too," she said while patting her back. Maria's life got better under the power of Mrs. Marimar Laxamana, sister of Don Henry Laxamana, who owns Laxamana Airlines and real estate. He has one son, Andre Laxamana. Maria's life continued as the CEO of Laxamana Corp. Her mom, Mari, entrusted all her property to her, and she is now legally adopted because the court has already granted her petition. She is now a Laxamana who belongs to the high socialites in society. Maria had just come from the conference that was held in Oklahoma, Japan. She accidentally saw her mortal enemy, Mary. She won't know who I am because I'm no longer the Maria

I wanted to stop both of them, but Sofia stopped me instead. "So, she's your girl?" Sofia asked. I looked at her repeatedly, wondering what I needed to tell her. I didn't want to answer her questions, but Sofia would prod it out of me. It wasn't as if I wanted to deny Lilith this instant, Sofia could pose a danger to her. Sofia Moretti, also known as the siren, was a former Mafia princess. She had inherited La notte after her father's downfall and had made Marco in charge for reasons best known to her.

Very reluctantly the Italian mafia was following in the footsteps of other enlightened organisations who saw the value in treating its female population the same as its male. Ricci knew his wife-to-be was a strong, fiercely independent woman with a healthy temper, she was a trained assassin, a sublime killer who took men by surprise at her creative ways to kill her opponents. She was tough, what she had gone through would have broken most women and a lot of men but it had made her stronger, she was a true Mafia Princess and she had earned the title.

I replied Helena with a small smile of my own. “What about you darling?” I asked Maria who at that moment seemed to be more interested in her food than in our conversation.” “I couldn't gauge Maria and Vincenzo. She was more concerned with her speech and when she was done with all the interviews and meetings, she was exhausted.” Helena indicated and I smiled but still waited to hear from the horse's mouth. Maria shrugged and said. “Vincenzo Armani is a nice man. Crazily handsome and kind too. He didn't lose his cool even after the naughty stunt that Sebastian pulled.”