Rumah Mafia Mewah Novels & Stories

It was a beautiful city, big too. We pulled up outside a large fancy hotel and unloaded all our stuff. I just stood there looking at the building, not moving. A hand snaked around my waist. "My father owned it. Now I do." Bran smirked lightly and frowned. "This is our second home. No one knows about it. The Snakes don't ever come here." "Why not?" I turned my head to face him. "Monroe city, it belongs to the Russian mafia. They're bigger and scarier than a gang."

It was very well decorated and had great interior design. "Mala," Emilio's sister smiled, "welcome to our home. This mansion is almost two centuries old." "Her name is Bela Luna," Giovanni's deep voice entered the conversation. "It was built by my great-grandfather in the late 1800s for his wife, which is why it was named after her. My grandfather lived in this house ever since he was born, I did and my children as well, although most of them have moved out. ” "È fantastico," I genuinely marvelled. (That's amazing)

Third Person Pov: Thomas Allen is one of the most ruthless leaders in the mafia gang Hayden Wren heads. Its known as 'Python'. Recently, there's been a fued between the two, hence; Thomas moved to Dubai. The members of the gang thought things would dissolve over time... but it didn't. Communication seized between the two for the past two years. Now, Thomas is back to set things right.

It was as if I had entered a world that existed beyond imagination— I wondered how the other four Mafia men would look like. The exterior of the mansion was a striking rich design; it was situated far from prying eyes, hidden behind thick trees and imposing stone walls. It was a fortress hidden in plain sight. The interior was a marvel of luxury. Crystal chandeliers hung from high ceilings, casting a warm, ethereal glow on marble floors that gleamed underfoot. Priceless artworks adorned the walls, each piece seemingly telling a story of its own. The furnishings were a harmonious blend of modern and classic, creating an atmosphere of timeless elegance.

“Being my adoptive daughter comes with benefits, of course. You’ll live with us in our mansion, and you’ll receive a monthly allowance of $100,000 that you can use as you wish.” Mafias are rich. I remember my neighbor also said. It’s a life of great risks and even greater rewards where the women are draped in furs and jewels. The houses are large, he said. Places that blend business and pleasure, where they live and kill in the same halls. A different car to drive each day of the week. I thought my neighbor was exaggerating, but my new insane monthly allowance leaves me wondering if he spoke with first-hand knowledge about this level of wealth.

Even bhai spoke against me. That was the final straw. I finally lost all my patience. "So why the hell do you guys pretend as if you're saints?" I questioned them. "Avyaan!" My mom tried to sush me. "You guys own the biggest real estate mafia in the country. You forcefully snatch away other people's land for construction of huge buildings, malls and societies. You go on every illegal way to extort money and land and you people are teaching me about being a good husband?" I shouted at them.

Felix pulled up to his luxurious home, he couldn't help but feel a sense of panic. His mansion stood tall and proud, a symbol of his success in the mafia world, but now, it was merely a reminder of the life he had left behind. He stepped out of his sleek black car, his mind filled with thoughts about his next move.

she said instead, being careful to sound indifferent. The woman looked up at her, narrowing her eyes a bit, but she didn't push. "There's an opening now. Large estate. Good pay. You'll be living on the grounds. No going in and out without permission." That's okay," Maya replied without pausing. The woman weakly smiled, as if she'd expected more questions. "It's in Posillipo," she continued, tapping the pen on the desk. "Do you know the name Lucien Moretti?"

I turn away instead of asking questions, and yes, I have thousands of questions that need answers. After we land, there is a sports car and two more black SUVs waiting. The drive to our destination, wherever it is, may take another hour or so. The sun is rising from the horizon, a reminder that I’m away from home and with a man I know nothing about other than a name with a terrifying history. He lives in a mansion on the hill. For a mafia alpha, the design of his house is modern, which takes my breath away, and the interior is even more impressive and warm with luxurious finishes. There are also paintings and a huge family photo on the wall.

I sighed as Cade stepped out of the car, trying to prepare myself for whatever awaited me after that moment. I couldn’t help but have the breath knocked out of me when I stepped out of the car. The luxury of Cade’s mansion was something that I had only seen in magazines or movies—and even those perfect pictures couldn’t compare to the luxury in front of me. Only then did I fully realize the full distance between us—how different our lives had been. Cade truly lived an extraordinary life like I always thought he would, like I always thought he deserved. I just never would have expected that his father was a mafia don.