The Mafia Heiress Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

My eyes burned. "Nice photos," I sneered. Vincent had once told me there was a dealer at the casino with impeccable taste who was helping plan our wedding. Once, when I was debating locations for the shoot, Mia had stood nearby and suggested timidly, "I think a Sicilian castle would be unique. Each one is one-of-a-kind, symbolizing exclusivity." Vincent had praised her creativity back then. But not long after, I found a pair of Sicilian blue sapphire earrings in his car, and a pair of lace gloves embroidered with initials.

I want her back as my wife, and I want to take her back with me immediately to my Mansion. But I know that won't really be easy, since she was the CEO here. But how did she achieve all of this in just a year of us getting divorce? This question popped into my head, and just then I remembered she has a rich father. But why didn't she go to her father's place? or what is the one that sent her here to take care of his business here? These questions popped into my head as I wished to get answers to them.

I'm going to break up with that peasant and throw myself into Galvan's arms. How interesting. She could not recognize a pearl in a haystack. If she knew Reuben was the heir to a mafia family, I wondered what her expression would be. 'He wouldn't dare to resist anyway. What can a lowly driver do?' Tracy pondered as she finally made up her mind.

'THE MAFIAS' My mum works as an agent. That day, she was killed while on an assignment." She wants to figure out who the mafia is who is controlling the bar she's spying on. However, she was shot by unknown mafia organizations while she was in the middle of the investigation. My father is still looking into it as of today. I'm assisting him, along with my grandfather, in capturing them. That was my obligation as the number one member of the jury, even though I hoped for a silent life, which I guessed would never happen. ***

He didn't look homeless, and one can tell from one glance that he is well-read. The truth is I was not finding any of his questions funny as I felt miserable and pained from all the embarrassment I had earlier encountered. I pulled down my shirt for him to see out of annoyance. “Here it is sir, it is a fucking birthmark and I hate it, I will gladly give you if you want it," I said in frustration. “I'm so sorry to bother you my lady, but I happen to come from London, and this mark of yours is a mark that is mostly associated with the royal family, I think if that mark is real, that you may be a princess,” he said, looking surprised at his own words.

he said finally, his deep voice breaking the silence as he stepped out of the car. She nodded, quickly following him, though her gaze darted back and forth as they approached the mansion. Guard after guard lined the entrance, each one bearing a stern look and, more worryingly, a weapon strapped securely at their side. Elizabeth felt a chill run down her spine as she took in the sight. When would her life ever be free of these mafia ties? As if sensing her unease, the man’s voice broke through her thoughts. “Little creature,” he called, his tone unreadable.

And when it came to his business, nothing ever felt safe. She got ready quickly, pulling on the outfit one of the house staff had left for her—a black coat, fitted trousers, and boots that clicked softly against the marble as she made her way down the grand staircase. Adrien was already waiting by the door, phone in hand, his expression unreadable. He wore black, as always. The kind of black that absorbed light, as though it was meant to remind people of who he was the heir to one of the most feared Mafia families in Europe.

She huffs in frustration while flicking her hair back like the elegant woman that she is. "There are things you do not know about Oren Weiss. You think he gained all this wealth through legal and honest business?" she questions. "I have been following his dealings and business ventures since he left this city. He is a very dangerous Mafia. The kind that hires assassins to kill and has corrupt politicians taking their orders," she adds.

My husband Christian Messina's assistant has been blowing through my money like it's water. At the underground auction, she laughed in my face and called me a useless trophy wife. So I cut her access. She got humiliated at checkout, and the club's security locked her up for a full day and night. When Christian found out, he froze my card on my birthday. Told me I'd better figure out how to pay, or I'd be stripping down and crawling out on all fours in front of every mob higher-up in New York. What he doesn't know? I'm the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the country. The Moretti name? That's mine. And everything he has right now—every turf, every dollar, every scrap of power? I put it

But today, as she embarked on a trip to procure more weapons and hard drugs, she had no idea that her path was about to take a dark turn. Meanwhile, Harley, known for her shrewd business tactics in negotiating with rival Mafia groups, was on her way to a crucial meeting at a notorious nightclub. Little did she know that her business dealings were being monitored by Don Miller and Rosalie, mafia competitors who sought to take down Ricardo's empire.