Novel & Cerita The Mafia Heir

I was the proud, untamed rose of the Ferrari family. Every man around me longed to tame me. Only Lorenzo Ricci ever said, "My dear Giulia, you can run as wild as you please." His sincerity moved me, and for the first time, I sought him out. But before I could knock on his door, I heard Lorenzo's tender voice from inside. "Elsa, you promised that if I could put up with that rude, heartless Giulia for three years, you'd believe I truly didn't care that you were born out of wedlock." "The three years are up. Why won't you accept me?" A woman's sobbing voice answered, delicate and fragile. "She's so beautiful. You've probably already fallen for her. But if you dump her in front of everyone at he

“You didn’t ask?” “Of course I fucking asked!” she snaps, finally losing her own composure. “Do you think I’ve been sitting there calmly accepting all of this? I found out last night, Jordyn. Last night. I haven’t exactly had time to process the fact that my husband’s family is Mafia.” “Your husband is Mafia.” She flinches. The moment the words leave my mouth, part of me regrets them, but the anger is moving too quickly now, fed by grief and betrayal and far too many secrets.

Liliac POV: I stared out the window of my plane watching the clouds go by, while on one hand was a letter from my grandfather asking me to return to Greece. I spent most of my life in the US studying after the death of my parents, Grandfather thought it was better for me to stay away from all these until he could finally call me home. My name is Liliac Roman, Granddaughter of Roman Derez, the God father of the City of Greece and the most ruthless Mafia kingpin in the whole of Greece.

"Leonardo Moretti was born in Florence three years ago. His birth certificate lists Isabella as his mother, but there's no information about the father." Alessandro opened the folder. "Who registered the birth?" "Isabella herself." "And the hospital records?" "Still being investigated." Alessandro studied the document. "She returned to Italy recently, after three years abroad. She has no husband, no known partner, and no explanation for the child's father." Marco hesitated. "Alessandro, perhaps you should consider the possibility that she simply doesn't want to discuss her personal life." The Mafia boss looked up. "Do you think I'm interested in her personal life?"

"Not yet." "I knew it. I told Marco from my philosophy class that you'd stopped answering because you'd been absorbed into the Mafia, and he said that's not how it works, and I said how would he know?" She drew a breath that I could hear. "I looked it up, you know. 'How to tell if your best friend's stepfamily is a crime syndicate.' There's a quiz. I got ninety percent." I laughed, a real laugh, and it surprised me so much that my eyes stung. "You're not funny."

He never fucking liked me and I did nothing to earn his approval because I would never get it. l am Alessia Ferrari the Don of the Italian mafia. Father only passed it down to me because he is dying and he has no male heirs, which is quite unfortunate for the bastard. He did not even have any illegitimate sons despite the fact that he fucked day in and day out. He hated watching me take over his mafia, making it mine, making the power mine. But I never asked for this life.

Her phone was seized, she doesn't even come out of the room to eat instead they bring the food to her and then come back for the plate when she's finished. She felt she might not survive it any longer. She loosened her hair and her hair pin fell to the floor. She picked it up, bent and inserted it into the keyhole. She turned it anticlockwise twice then turned it clockwise and the door unlocked. She learnt this trick from her father when she was little. Her father too is a Mafia. I know you must be wondering how she got here. Well it happened that her father is owing Romero a lot of money which he can't pay back so the only way to settle the debt was to give out his only daughter, Bella.

I teased, trying to ease the stiffening of his chest muscles with my unfiltered question. I want to blame it on the rough sex we just had, but honestly, I lost the ability to filter my words and spilled the first thing that came into my mind. Although I’ve been dwelling on that question for some time, it’s only now that I found the courage to voice that out. “Technically, you are the sole heiress of the American mafia,” he mumbled, voice restrained for some odd reason. “You know... since Nadia is dead to everyone.” Just the mention of her name sent an icy drizzle over my heated body. Since I saw her in the safe house, I haven’t come to terms with her resurrection.

I yelled at him, and instead of him yelling back at me, and telling me how worthless I was like he always does, he didn't, but just went back to sit down. This is really so unbelievable. Carter is just too full of himself to not respond to me, and remains this calm after I had yelled at him. Maybe he is in a good mood today, and doesn't want to make trouble, and that was why he just left her. Because from what I know Carter isn't a calm person, in fact he is trouble himself. You don't expect a Mafia boss to not be in trouble. For the years I have been with him, anytime I had the opportunity to go out with him, especially when his father insisted he take me along, he would always be brutal an

Like she was afraid I’d disappear if she let go. And the others? They watched me like I was something breakable. Something they weren’t used to seeing weak. I hated it. Or maybe I used to. I didn’t fucking know. I exhaled slowly, rubbing my thumb against the blanket. “So…” My voice came out rough, like I hadn’t used it in days. “You’re saying I’m some kind of mafia heir?” The man standing outside the glass window—Nikolai—smirked. “Not some kind. The heir.”