The Forbidden Princess And Her Mafia Men 소설 & 이야기

I pick the letter and open it. ~ Be ready at four. A driver will bring you to the charity gala at the Palazzo Medici. You will play the perfect role of a Don’s wife. Do not embarrass me. — L ~ A charity gala? What is that exactly? Does he really have to threaten me? I take my gaze to the wall-clock and it is past eleven. “Do you know anything about the Palazzo Medici charity gala, Clara?” I ask, looking at her with wide eyes. She shakes her head vigorously in response. “No ma’am. But it sounds like something that only the elites would attend,” she says. “And ma’am, you must be careful. Other rival mafia gangs might also attend.”

she said years ago. “A blow job might do it,” I answered. She gave me the fucking blowy and I stopped acting weird. That’s the fucked-up Mafia life for you. Freshman through junior year I slid between quite a few sheets and many were the forbidden princesses. Forcing a girl wasn’t my style. Making them beg for it was. For most, giving up their V cards was a necessity. Once they graduated they would basically be locked down until marriage. This was senior year and I had a very special princess on my radar. I hated her with a fury that had no equal. This was her year to step up to the damn plate. It didn’t matter that her eyes held revulsion and her sneer showed contempt.

Hello my dear readers! This is the story of a mafia princess who is forced to give her body to a Don who is also her father's friend. When she realizes that she doesn’t have a gap to escape, she is hell bent on making her tormentor's life as miserable as possible. She is a teenager and he is an experienced man of the mafia kingdom; but nothing in life has prepared him for the stunts she pulls in order to get back at him. But....is her body the only thing he blackmails her for?

- I present to you the monster forged and created by the Devil himself - I opened a smile in the corner. They finally seem to understand that what Stefano had done to me in recent years was not something so banal, the dedicated, happy, and obedient wife at family parties was just a facade. Their gazes meet in silent exchanges that I recognize, even after so long away from each other, not physically, but we were separated by mafia laws, yet, I recognize what is happening in each look. The empty shell molded to support her needs, the trophy of her conquests to be displayed in public, the marks across my body not visible so no one would suspect that one of the mafia princesses was treated like

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should

They must have all been there against their will like me. They were all ushered into another room one after the other and they never came back. We heard them being purchased and carried away screaming by their new owners. They all went in until I was the last one left. “For the main act…the Princess of the Sicilian Mafia. She’s a virgin too.” My heart thumped wildly. Everyone knew it was a fetish to fuck a Mafia Princess in the underground. A target had been put on my back. The most dangerous and ruthless men would buy me.

“That just does not make any sense! She’s probably just lying about it. She usually lies.” Stella scoffs as I take her hand in my own and pull her away from the men. The two men take a step after us but Stella waves them away. The way they obey her command only has me more confused. Could Stella truly be the mafia princess? Has she held this power all along and just didn’t say a single thing about it? Why would a mafia princess, someone who holds so much power in the criminal underworld, allow a man such as myself to treat her so horribly? To treat her like the scum on the bottom of my shoe?

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 start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

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.