Romans & histoires The Badboy Meets The Mafia Princess

I was trapped, with no escape from the horrors that awaited me. Dominic's eyes seemed to bore into my soul, his gaze piercing and unrelenting. "You see, Lucia, I've been waiting for someone like you. Someone who can understand me, who can see the truth behind the lies." His voice was low and hypnotic, drawing me in despite my fear. "And now that you're here, I'll never let you go." I struggled against the cuffs again, but they only seemed to tighten. Panic set in as I realized the true extent of my predicament. I was trapped, at the mercy of a madman with a twisted vision. And then, Dominic's eyes seemed to gleam with an eerie light. "Let the game begin," he whispered, his voice dripping wit

His massive frame loomed over Sophia on the bed in his private study, the room heavy with the scent of aged leather and cigar smoke. Sophia's heart pounded in her chest, a mix of terror and confusion swirling inside her. She was just twenty four, an outsider to the underworld. When she got engaged to Marco, the man she loved more than life itself, she didn't know he was a mafia prince. By the time she found out, she was already too hopelessly in love with him to change anything. How had she ended up here, alone with his father, the infamous mafia boss who ruled the city with an iron fist?

Lia's hands wouldn't stop shaking on the steering wheel. She'd just slept with a mafia boss. A fucking mafia boss. Not some professional escort who'd disappear from her life after one night. Not some safe, anonymous transaction. No. She'd walked into the wrong room and ended up in bed with Caspian Nero. A man who ran the criminal underworld of Silvercrest. What the hell had she done? The early morning streets were empty as she drove home. Saturday dawn, the city still sleeping off Friday night. Lia felt like she was moving through a dream. Or a nightmare. She couldn't tell which. Her body ached in places that reminded her exactly what had happened.

And the worst kind of person. The school’s infamous bad boy—the one with the dangerously charming smirk, a reckless attitude, and a reputation so notorious that even teachers sigh in exhaustion at the mere mention of his name. He smokes behind the gym, gets into underground fights, and, if the rumors are true, has even been in illegal car races. There’s even speculation that he once killed someone. And yet, despite all that, girls still line up to throw themselves at him. Jessica included, apparently. But Jack Carter isn’t just a bad boy with a pretty face—he’s also a hockey prodigy.

Steve holds her hand. "I know you're hella shocked princess.. and you're not dreaming, it's reality.. I don't know from where to start but I had loved you from the time I had meet you and seen you.. it was the most beautiful moment when you had entered in my life.. after mom dad I had never thought that someone will matters me this much or be so much important for me but you had.. you had become my life, I can't even imagine my life without you.. for the whole world I'm a rude, arrogant mafia king, but for you I'm your maddo, bandar and all.." Steve says making Amy giggles while he continues.

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

I sniffed and rubbed the bridge of my nose before getting to my feet in front of him, "Isn't that the plan? Make me feel good. Good about the food, the bed, the shower, everything, and then you take it all from me. You strip me naked and throw me back into the cell like the pathetic orphan that I am" I tried not to raise my voice but I actually did. "At least down here, I'm not lonely, I have the devil to torment me" "Tell me who your family is Sofia. I'll find them for you " His Adam's apple throbbed as he said to me and I glanced at him. Could a proud man like him decide to let down his ego? I don't trust him. Uncle Danny says everyone is my enemy and I should keep to it. I can't let him k

I’m the real, long-lost daughter of the Yue family—a powerful Mafia crime family in the Italian Quarter. But Sophia Young, the fake princess they’ve raised for years, found out the truth. Terrified I’d take back everything she’d stolen, she posted a bounty in a private group chat for the top young Mafia heirs in the city: Whoever can get photos of her entering illegal businesses, catch her in shady deals, or dig up dirt to ruin her reputation… I’ll marry you.

Jason’s lips curved into a bitter smirk. “I never fail. ” But when he was alone later, staring at the city skyline, his mind wandered back to the princess’s eyes. She had looked at him not with fear, not with awe, but with something else. Resistance. Fire. For the first time in years, Jason felt something he didn’t recognize. Curiosity. And so the deal was sealed. Two worlds, so different they should have repelled each other, were about to collide. Emily, the Rose Princess who longed for freedom, and Jason, the mafia heir born in shadows, were bound together by chains forged not of love, but of power.

"She is not in danger and she won't be in danger. You don't have to worry about her. Boss loves Miss. Mireille and will never let harm come close to her." "T-then why are you here?" Belinda asked, not sure of what type of favour a member of the mafia was asking of her. "Jonas, your boyfriend..." "My ex boyfriend." Belinda immediately corrected and Ditto chuckled, his dark face softening up and Belinda could not help but secretly adore how he looked when he softened up. "Whatever you say." Ditto said and his face was back to the usual stern and hard look. "Jonas is also part of the mafia."