Novel & Cerita Princess From Crime Mob Death

"I don't enjoy killing, Donatella. I don't enjoy any of it. I don't like the sight of blood, I hate its smell. It reminds me too much of when my mother died. She was stabbed by her own brother-in-law. I watched from behind, hidden in a closet no bigger than a box. She told me to keep quiet as he came in, but it didn't work. He stabbed her over and over again, and then the room began to smell like blood. She told me to stay there, so I did, until Rodrigo left. And even after that, I was too afraid to move. Do you understand me, Donatella? Do you understand why I hate death so much?" She began to nod her head fervently. "I will spare you. I will spare your life only if you swear fealty to me."

Lorenzo asked. "I figured it out on my own." I lied. "Princess, you told us something that you weren't ready to tell us so we have something to tell you. We're in the mafia." Dad said making my heart drop. "Do you guys sell girls or abuse them?" I asked shocking them all by what I asked. "No, of course not baby, we just kill the ones who deserve to killed, we don't do any of that other stuff." Lorenzo said making me nod.

A man who built instead of destroyed. Maybe that’s just who he became because of where he was born. He didn’t choose that life. It chose him. If my parents were alive... if I had grown up in that same world... would I have been any different? The truth I didn’t like to admit was that I probably would have been one of them too. A Mafia princess. With blood on my hands that no one could see. It scared me how easily that path could have been mine. And maybe… maybe that’s what makes Kraven and I not so different.

The ringing in my head was back, a dull throb behind my eyes and my hands quivered at the mention of the offending utensils. Anne looked from me to Liam, her expression hardening again. "There has to be a mistake. My sister is not a thief. Perhaps this 'security footage' is faulty, or someone is mistaken." She fixed a demanding stare on the market guard. "You will review this footage immediately, and you will treat the Princess with the respect she deserves. She is the future Queen of Equedore!" Liam, still with that serious look on his face, said, "With your permission, Princesses, it would be best to return to the palace now. Given the… unusual nature of the situation and Princess Isla's s

“Pray for… my salvation?” The princess’ soul was taken aback. Even though she knew he’d do so, when she truly had to face death, it still felt like a dream. She was the Corpse King’s daughter, the one and only corpse princess! As a royal, she was one of the tops in her world. Before this, she stood at the peak of social status and looked down on the other trialists as if they were a group of clowns. She would sometimes appear just for the sake of teasing them.

“Damian was just telling me about your friend, Enzo Castello.” “The council are going to pay for their part, I promise you,” I heard Vasilios reply and I shuddered at the cold edge in his voice. “They orchestrated the Princess’s kidnapping and death, and I’m certain that they were behind Enzo’s capture too. It’s only a matter of time before they will fall into a trap of their own making, and I can’t wait for that to happen.” “The princess is dead?” Damian asked, somewhat shocked at the news. “I thought she was just missing.”

She whispered half in haze and half in shock. "Yes, Mom. I killed him. He touched the ice princess of Cosa Nostra without her permission and he paid for it. Going to his home, living with him, everything was a part of my plan. I wanted to make him fall in love with me and the moment he accepted his love for me, I decided to end his life. I challenged the Underbosses of Cosa Nostra that when I come back ruining Aleksandr, I will take the oath of Cosa Nostra's Capo dei Capi…"

A crack in the Deluca family’s armor. So I released her. Not for her sake. Not because of pity. Only because I knew I could use her later. The next morning, the storm broke. Matteo’s death hit the media like fire to dry wood. Every station, every website, every tabloid screamed the same thing. Mafia princess kills her lover. They had her photos lined up with their stories. Aria in expensive dresses. Aria laughing at parties. Aria clinging to Matteo’s arm. They didn’t need evidence. They only needed a face to put on their story, and she was perfect for it.

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.

over the name “Theo Moretti” The Sicilian sea breeze drifted through the window, salty and free. I finally understood that a true mafia principessa was not a weak girl waiting for a knight to save her. She was the one who wielded the sword herself, severing the past and crowning herself. And I, Sophie Lucas, am that principessa.