Tahereh Mafi Novels & Stories

He started looking at her blankly. " I am really sorry " she said looking towards him tears falling down from his eyes " You are sorry for what ? " he said wiping her tears from his face " That file you gave me " she said sobbingly looking towards him He sat beside her, hold her one hand and from the other hand he wipe her tears continuously and said " First stop crying and now tell me which file are you talking about " " File you gave me to safe and for that file I go on my own to bring that " she said holding his hand tightly

I want to know the man who has mistreated her all this while. I continued with my work while I awaited my assistant. My assistant was a diligent one, she has been working for me for well over 4 years now. Her efficiency and accuracy were too notch. I called her as I arrived at work to turn up a bit early to work today. She arrived at work earlier than I had expected, this was one of the things I admired in her. Andrew and Damien had also told me how she had made work easy for them when I was unconscious. She had supported them with everything they needed which made it easy for them to work effectively.

They had started to fall for one another. Yuck. I used to believe in love. Then my wife died, and I later found out that she only married me to get my money. Liam might not like this, but his mother was nothing more than a gold digger. She never cared for us, only money. When she found out I led a mafia, the look she gave me was priceless. She did keep spending money like none other. I had to make sure her credit cards were declined, so she couldn't buy any more junk. She disliked that, and that whole money cut-off lasted for ten weeks or so. Not long, but it was a living nightmare for her. I made her start working to get her credit cards back.

My father was holding my hand and showing me around to all his friends, introducing me as the future Mafian leader of his empire. "Bella...." Someone called me out of my trance. "Are you okay?" Diego asked. I nodded and we walked pass the crowd, straight to the high table. There was this woman I knew, very vibrant and fierce those years. She sat down like a queen that she was on the high table and chatted with her friends. I knew that woman...my father said she is one of the most respected and feared Mafian leaders in the world. She's also the first woman to own an empire and be a Mafian leader.

Rita said, simply and calmly. "Let me make something clear to you, Miss Bethany Madison. Makaila is nothing like you. You are just a bundle of stupidity, foolishness, fake body, bitchiness and Sultriness. Makaila on the other hand is a pretty girl with an open heart, very smart, brave and courageous girl. If you didn't know that, know it now and get it into that empty brain of yours. At least there would be something in it." Rita told her to her face and that left Bethany awestruck.

she yelled in exasperation. "Because you're different..You're a good person " "Good? No! I'm not good..How can you call the most dreaded woman in America a good person? I'm not good and I don't want to be good" "I don't believe that! You might claim to be harsh but I know you still have some human sympathy in you and I know you won't kill Mr.martins" "What made you think so?" She scoffed. "Because I'm sure you're in love with Frederick..Your love for him will stop you from killing his father" I dared.

Silvia looked to see who spoke, it is Aliyah. ‘Good afternoon Aliyah’ Silvia said bowing. ‘Good afternoon to you too’ Aliyah replied watching Monalisa and Jeremy. ‘She’s really going to beat that guy up isn’t she’ Aliyah commented. ‘Well she’s trying to test his capabilities’. Smiling Aliyah had a flash back to the past. FLASH BACK Fourteen years old Aliyah is running on a deserted street, her dress was torn and stained with blood. She could hear footsteps behind her; she quickly turned many corners so she could lose her chasers.

Despite the fact that I was smaller than the elderly man, the power and rage coursing through me made me want to tear him apart. I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Mr. Cantoli, I have not been to the Mafia as long as you have. However, I was born into it. I am Viler Costa’s daughter. The Mafia boss who forced you to hide in the safe room. Yes, I’ve heard the stories. In addition, I am married to Nicolas Ricci. He, by the way, is still your boss! I am not some little girl who needs to be preserved and coddled. I am Anaya Costa-Ricci. The head of the world’s two most powerful mafias. I can take care of myself and I can take care of this organization. If you have a problem with that, y

"I am writing this to tell everyone who stopby to read my book, I appreciate your efforts ,and I promise you all are going to love the journey with me and also With the MAFIA SLUT. stay alert for the wedding because drama begins from there.ride with Dennis and Ella. enjoy the slow burn of this story. pls don't blame me for Ella's character she would get better with time. ❤️❤️❤️❤️💋💋💋💋💋gold ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ short chapter but I will make up with the next chapter.