Novel & Cerita My Triplets' Daddy Is A Heartless Mafia

Adrian POV There were three men but none of them looked like accountants or businessmen or anyone I wanted to have a conversation with in a dark street. The one in front of me stepped closer and asked with an angry voice “Will you come quietly?” Not again, he really sent people to threaten me again? My future father-in-law was an arrogant person and his men were also arrogant people. No wonder they were working for the mafia king. When I worked with him, I forgot that he was the ruthless Mafia King everyone was scared of. But I decided to marry his daughter, so I can’t be afraid of him. I have to prove myself in front of him.

“That’s great news then. Get the contract signed tomorrow.” “I’ll try my best.”!I know I was lying but I also knew that Dante had told me he would give me what I wanted but I had to be his in return. I would never be his but I’ll get all that I want from him. “Okay, Erica. How are my trouble three?” That was the name my father called the triplets because they were so troublesome. “They are fine Dad as always, giving me trouble.” “Oh dear.” “Please take care of the kids and yourself.”

(Mia's POV) "Oh, Mia. That is a bad thing to say when you are meeting someone for the first time. This is Liam, Luis, and Leon Oscar. Leon is the oldest of the triplets and Alpha David's firstborn son, while Luis is the second, and Liam is the last born. People popularly call them Triple L. Unfortunately, their mother, Luna Esther, died after their birth. They are our upcoming Alphas," Mom said, smiling and introducing the triplet bad boys to me. However, I glared at them.

My father let her work for him when I was 13 becoming our housekeeper and when I finally moved out, I brought her with me. My Father is the Don of the Albergo Mafia. The largest and strongest mafia chain in all of Italy, its leader is my father, Fernando Moretti Albergo. My father loves me, he loves all his children, maybe a bit too much. He gave us everything we wanted but he still made sure to remind us that we were a part of this business that we grew up in. To put it bluntly, I kill people. Every mafia does.

“Their territory? What are they, some kind of mafia?” She let out a nervous laugh. “Honestly? Kind of. The school belongs to their father, you know? The triplets…they’re dangerous. Violent. They’ve seriously injured students before, and their father gave them their own space. Their own hallway, their own teachers. They don’t mix with the rest of us unless they want to.” My stomach twisted. One of those delinquents was my mate. “They sound charming,” I muttered sarcastically.b She shrugged. “Well, Ronan’s not so bad. He only fights when someone provokes him.”

Liam smiled lovingly at her. “I just want to thank you…" He trailed off. “Thank me for what?” Emma asked, her brows creased in confusion. “I want to thank you for having the triplets. You had every right to get rid of the pregnancy,” Liam said, his voice low to prevent the kids from overhearing him. “I am truly grateful that you chose to raise them because they bring me so much joy and whenever they call me 'Daddy', it fills me with happiness,” “I have felt lonely for so long but having you and kids in my life has made me fulfilled. They make me feel like the best father in the world,” Liam said with traces of tears in his eyes.

It was a letter asking the Triplets to show up urgently in Moonstruck pack . The very pack they had been taken to after the death of their mother, when their father had been deemed too unsafe for them. A pack that rivaled Moongrowl in structure and power, but somehow managed to remain an ally, rather than an enemy. “The fate of all packs is in danger. We need to discuss,” the letter said.

I’m just his guard—nothing more, nothing less. I could die right now for all he cares. Fucking hilarious. I wonder how he’ll react once he finds out that he’s wishing death upon his child too. Honestly, he probably wouldn't even bat an eyelash, considering it felt like he fucking meant it when he told his dad that I couldjust die and he wouldn’t care. At that point, I realized just how cruel the mafia is. One day, they act like they’re important to you, and the next thing you know, they don’t give a fuck at all.

Scarlett raised her eyebrow, “What do you mean by deliberately stepping aside? Should she have stood there and let herself get hit?” Samson suddenly blurted now that the jig was up, “She is the one who was supposed to fall not me. She is so strange, she has no daddy that’s why no one talks to her. I heard her daddy ran away when she was a baby because she was ugly. She is a freak!” Scarlett’s gaze hardened, “Mr Joseph, do you also have an excuse for this?”

His brilliant, strong, fearless daughter was gone, and she had left a void no-one could fill. His only son, Pedro, was in jail, serving time for sending a man to coma. Pedro was not useful to him in a way. He was just the son who spent his father's money. He had no brains for business or schooling. He was always falling into one mischief or the other. He had let him stay in jail because he was frustrated. He hoped with a few months in, he'll become sober and perhaps more serious. His only other daughter, Beatrice, was not one to depend on either. She was impulsive, making moves without strategy or making no moves at all. He had thought Abigail would be able to teach her some good business sk