The Divorced Billionaire Mafia Queen Novels & Stories

Even if they find their heiress, I don’t care about them. A heir or heiress can't drag me down. Even if they were all come together, they wouldn’t be able to bring down someone like me. I am powerful, dominant and dangerous. I can manipulate everyone if I want to with my money. They shouldn't messed the Mafia King like me. Because when they made my blood boiled, they can taste how Damien Cullen will be angry. (Sabrina's POV) I am being extra careful while walking downstairs, not wanting to fell on the stairway. Too careful not to fall because I'm sure I'll break a bone when I fell down the staircase and I'm still wearing a heels now.

He laughed at my question. "Only three... One name was given by you: Christian. I even changed my birth name to Christian. In the mafia world, I had no option but to keep a secret name: Stan. After leaving the Mafia world, I started a new company with a hidden name because I didn't want people to recognise me. I even invested in shares... Rest his history" He said, everything so casually as if it wasn't a big deal.. I was happy that he started the company with our name but at the same time I was shocked. All the time everyone thought I was His Billionaire Mafia Queen but nobody knew I was the queen of one of the richest people in the entire world... He is a Tillionaire.

she whispered near her "He is not like that," she whispered in a trance. Farah scoffed giving out an irritating chortle, "Once your affair is revealed, then judge that. You will also get your children killed if there would be any by the time I reveal your truth so don't start dreaming just now of carrying his babies in your bellies. I won't let you sit on my place. To the place where I belong. Just me. As the Queen of the mafia," she finished, "Slut," at the end she spatted with disgust as an expletive and walked away but all that remained in her ears was,

Liam shifted his gaze from one person to the next, trying to gauge their intentions. “Well, well, well,” said the blonde woman, a hint of amusement in her tone. “Look who’s finally decided to join us.” The blonde woman's name was Sheila, also known as the queen of the underworld. She was a ruthless and fearsome mafia boss, she was one of the few women who ran a mafia. "Are you the boss?" Liam asked, stoically. "Yes." Sheila replied in a tone devoid of any emotion, locking eyes with him. "Liam Danvers right?" She asked, maintaining her serious expressions. It was her serious attitude and ruthlessness that made her a feared mafia queen.

Every single one of them suddenly stopped answering my calls. I even tried to sell my private yacht and three of my luxury sports cars but the buyers knew I was in a rush, so they offered me pennies. It wasn't even close to the millions I needed to replace the mafia's money. Friday night was here. How did I get to this point? I took another huge swallow of the burning whiskey. It wasn't supposed to be like this. I was supposed to be king but everything started falling apart the moment Viviana Marino stepped into town.

Quickly I grabbed my phone and placed a call to Nathan. The phone rang for minutes before I heard a voice, “Aria? Where have you been? I’ve been calling…” “Nathan…” My voice broke. “I need help. Please. My father… the mafia… they came. They’re forcing me to…” He exhaled sharply. “Aria, listen… things are bad everywhere. My parents are in debt too. Everyone is. That new IMF system destroyed everything. Loans, interests, taxes, people can’t breathe.” I pressed a hand to my forehead, dizzy.

My fiance, Victor Blackwood, is a mafia boss who rules the country's underworld with an iron fist. To the rest of the world, he is the epitome of power. Yet to me, he is the embodiment of love. But I do not realize the cost of loving a man like him. On Valentine's Day, I cook his favorite dishes and wait for him to come home. However, time passes, and his chair stays empty. Uneasy, I go to Queenie Stone's social media page. She is Victor's foster sister.

The truth being she's been fucking around with one of his enemies who she now feels a tragic emotion she names love and oh, she is forty percent sure she has procreated with the man. This is the truth she has dared to admit to not only our father but the her murderous fiance. Father might not kill her but her fiance will, he is very vengeful and she has crossed him in a way no man in our world can tolerate. Maybe she has lived as the millionaire's daughter so long that she forgot it was an act. She is a mafia princess, we do as we are told and wait until you're an asset to the family. Maybe it's just I that is an asset because Sofia has always been their daughter, nothing else.

I honestly never saw the point of these places, but my sister dragged me here, insisting I was moping when I should be celebrating finally getting divorced. So, there I am in a booth, nursing a few fingers of bourbon in a useless bid to cater to Jessica. For as much as I love my sister, she can be... pretentious. I suppose the club fits her perfectly then. She never liked the fact that I had married Ella and made that point very clear whenever we were together. As soon as she heard I was divorced she begged to take me out to celebrate, and as much as I didn't want to go, I knew that the fallout with Charlotte and Ella's subsequent disappearance had consumed me.

"I saw you, you know. When he was trapped in the wreckage of his car, you were speeding off with your precious lover. What's with the passionate act now? Don't you think you're utterly disgusting, Sylvia?" "Cut off his tongue." Sylvia's hands curled into tight fists, the joints creaking at the force. Behind her deceptively calm gaze, a storm of madness brewed. This was her true self. She wasn't a district attorney who still couldn't let go of her dead husband, despite him being dead for over five years; she was a cold-blooded mafia queen who had blood all over her hands. Wilson practically fled out of the basement, stumbling over his own feet in his haste. Making a mad dash upstairs, he bega