The Forbidden Princess And Her Mafia Men นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“I had to kill my first man at thirteen. A bit late, if you ask me. But I made up for it. I don’t kill because I have to. I kill because I enjoy it.” Elisa’s lips trembled. She couldn’t breathe properly. Her entire body was stiff with fear. Killed? Mafia? He was in the mafia? “Now get this into your amnesia-ridden head—I’m not a man to be fucked with. Understood?” “Y-yes,” she stammered. “Good,” he snapped, cutting her off. “Now, back to your saviour.” He turned toward the beaten woman. “I’ve decided on a fitting punishment for her. Since she helped you, I think it’s time for you to return the favour.”

Maria hurriedly covered kiah's mouth checking around for anyone nearby. "You didn't hear this from me" maria said giving kiah a stern look. Kiah nodded and leaned to hear what she had to say. "Rumours has been going around that she was put in a drug rehabilitation clinic to get over her addiction and..." Just before maria could continue, head maid Carly requested for the attentions of all the maids in the kitchen. ~~~~~~~~~ Head maid Carly was breathing hard, the bossom of her proper gray uniform rising and falling in the most interesting fashion. She narrowed her eyes and leaned back on the counter.

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.

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

He heard his friend then. “Those are all sound suggestions what do you think Marlon?” “Although you are right , I feel we must discuss something else.” This was a change. Usually their discussions were centered around devising a plan to free his father. Marlon felt all plans like this were all about timing. He wanted to get his father out with very little disturbance. He knew it could be done. He continued speaking. “A few days ago a woman was deposited on my doorstep in Zuff. After an examination I discovered she was the missing Princess.”

She was dressed in a modest but ill-fitting white dress that ended just above her knees, hiding her curvaceous body. Her eyes were the color of my favorite whiskey and flecks of green, framed by lashes that cast delicate shadows on her porcelain skin. With her hair hanging loose over one shoulder, I wondered how it would feel to wrap it around my fist and pull. In that instant, it felt like my heart skipped a beat; the intense, iron-clad certainty of my plan seemed to waver, faltering under the weight of Lucia’s unexpected innocence. She’s a Mafia princess and I’ve fucked plenty of them, so why doesn’t she have that same arrogance to her?

She jerked her hand away from his grasp, pushing him aside. “Touch me again, and I’ll put a bullet in your head, Mr. Ruffino.” She declared, embodying the spirit of a mafia princess, inheriting her father’s arched brow and devilish smirk. His smile widened, reveling in the sight of the doctor-turned-threatening princess before him. “Gladly, but I won’t allow you to be on your own,” he countered.

I'm ready to be myself again. His response was a single word: *Finally.* Elena climbed back into bed. This time, sleep came easily. Because for the first time in five years, she knew exactly who she was. Elena Vittoria Accardi. Mafia princess. Artist. Fighter. And she was done playing nice.

He responded looking deep into my eyes before turning to the view the largest bay window off to the side offered us of the town below, his kisses all over my face. I had finally, found my happily ever after with my own Mafia Boss beside me, all I had to do… was become His Captured Princess. ~The End~

That wasn't even an option at this point. “ It's rare for you not to snag a golddigger, your fortune must be changing,” she said seriously. “ Just shut it,” this was embarrassing. Why was she bringing up the past? “ So, is she a billionaire’s daughter or something?” She asked. “ No, she's from a mafia family like us,” I answered. “ I thought you wanted to live a regular life and not get involved with the mafia so how did you end up falling for the daughter of a mafia family?” She was honestly shocked.