The Forbidden Princess And Her Mafia Men Mga Nobela at Kwento

" Flora screamed in pain, jumping on her toes as Anisha forcefully pulled her hair. "You don't talk when I haven't asked you to, you disgusting peasant." She cursed. "Any more mistake, your body parts will be the next to be sold off." She threatened and flung the girl onto the wall. The Mafia princess is known for her ruthless and merciless nature; she was More feared than the main bosses. "Master Air and Thierry will be coming back from their mission tomorrow; I don't want them to think I was incompetent in taking care of the base when they were away, so if you still love your life, fix the problems you caused." She sneered and walked off.

"Mr. Falcone is clearly a man of ambition. Let's find him a new position. Send him to one of my diamond mines in Africa. I hear they're looking for a new foreman." "Victoria! You can't do this to me!" Albert was still shouting as they dragged him away. Can't I? I'm the one who makes the rules now. The last time I saw Fiona was on a rainy night. She was soaked to the bone, her face bruised, and she threw herself in front of my Rolls-Royce. "Victoria, you win." She stared at me, her eyes filled with poison. "But it's not fair! Why were you born a princess while I was born a bastard? Why do you get to have everything!"

Once again, she only nodded, but to his surprise, she took the hand he held out to her. The callouses on her hand grazed his. Her working hands were much at odds with the pristine face she had. God, what he’d do to have those tiny hands wrapped around his- “Are we going in?” She stared up at him; he jolted slightly. Had he just been staring at her? The Mafia Don was caught ogling a woman. Shame on you, Asher. He nodded and led her inside, praying for the seams in his pants to work as they should. What the absolute hell was wrong with him?

I coughed lightly, but held his gaze firmly. “Is smoking new to you? You seem like the type of girl who likes to play with fire.” I shook my head slowly, tears welling in my eyes. I’d never smoked all my life, no matter how much of a bad bitch I’d been. “Listen carefully,” His voice, calm but laced with threat. “I can make this very easy for you, Rosella. You just have to decide your fate.” My breath caught in my throat. For a brief moment, regret pierced through me—I never should’ve taken this mission. I should’ve refused, but Mag doesn’t take no for an answer. In Mag’s estate, refusal meant a death sentence.

A low, dark sound. “Looking for me?” His lips curled, amusement dancing in his expression. “No one in the world dares to come for the Mafia Lord, Princess. Forgotten that?” Nuella scrunched her nose, eyeing him for a few seconds. Such a boastful, arrogant bastard. In her world, she had never imagined she’d be involved with a mafia lord—aside from her own family, of course. Let alone being tangled with the head of them all. Her father’s best friend.

I am the most secret Principessa of the Sicilian "Shepherd" Mafia. For my safety, my identity was a closely guarded secret since birth. I lived in the shadows, leaving the outside world entirely ignorant of my true standing. Most of the time, I stayed in our family's fortress deep in Sicilian countryside, secretly handling European mafia affairs. When I came of age, my family arranged a marriage to the heir of the "Lion" family, Matteo Leonardo. The "Lion" family is a rising power in the Naples region, with businesses ranging from port smuggling to casinos and hotels.

I forced a smile. "I've been hearing this rumor," I said, changing the subject. "I heard that the last princess is back. Is that true?" I morphed my face to one of surprise and inquisition. "I've heard it too," Frederick said. "Although I'm hoping it's a lie. Can you imagine what my fiancée would do if she found out? Of course, right now she's already on edge. The mafia king is messing things up for her, and she can't move, especially with the fact that Martinez were effectively excommunicated. She has one less ally on the council. But no matter, she has her ways, and I'm sure she'll be fine."

“You expect us to trust you after everything? You think we’re just going to follow you?” The figure’s gaze never wavered as they spoke, their voice chillingly calm. “Trust is earned, Camila. And what I’m offering you is more than just power. It’s a future. The kind of future you can’t get by playing the same old game.” Daniil took a step forward, his fists clenched. “And if we refuse?” The figure’s smile returned, but it was colder this time. “Then you’ll be left with nothing. The mafia world doesn’t belong to you. Not yet. Not until you play by the rules.”

Isabella pressed trembling fingers against her lips as emotion crashed violently through her chest again. How had everything spiraled this badly? Just weeks ago her biggest worries had been school assignments, social drama, and figuring out her relationship with Alessandro Valenti. Now? Now she was hiding inside a secret house with his father, one of the most feared mafia kings in the country while rival families hunted her existence. Gunmen. Blood. Threats. Death. Her eyes squeezed shut painfully. “No…” A broken sound escaped her throat, as she truly let herself think about it. Really think about it.

What would he have her do? The masked man watched her through the mirror as she was dragged across the room. “First things first,” he said, his voice smooth, like he had planned this all along. “We need a new identity for you.” Elizabeth’s eyes widened. A new identity? The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t just going to use her—he was going to erase her, turn her into someone else entirely. “Look at you,” he said, admiring her reflection. “Elizabeth—the Mafia princess, lost and broken. But not anymore. From now on, you’re someone new. Someone who doesn’t exist.”