The Mafia Heiress Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

Inside was ironclad proof of his affair with Mia, including screenshots of every cruel text she’d ever sent Elena, and then security footage that made his stomach lurch so hard he thought he’d throw up. In the private hospital room, a woman leaned over Elena’s mom’s bed, hissing something in her ear. Then she stuck a needle into the old woman’s IV. Minutes later, Elena’s mother was gasping for breath, her heart giving out. Then, stairwell footage showed a mob of tabloid reporters swarming Elena. She was screaming, fighting to get away, when a woman slapped her hard across the face. It was the same woman from the hospital room. Mia’s best friend.

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 took a deep sigh and nodded his head. "And the location is the same location we found today, are you aware of it?" I asked him and guilt spread across his face. I nodded. "Are you looking for her? Aside from our enemies, you were looking for her?" I asked and he nodded. "I need to explain this part, Thalia. Her husband is one of the people who resigned from the Stallion Corporation. He holds a high position there and all people who hold high positions are part of the mafia," he explained.

Why hide the fact that we were part of something so dangerous, so deadly? *The mafia.* I still couldn’t believe it. It felt like something out of a movie, something that happened to other people, not to me. But now that I knew, everything made sense. The whispers, the late-night phone calls, the tension that always seemed to hover around my dad and brothers. They were part of something I never wanted to be involved in. And now that I knew, I couldn’t just pretend like everything was normal.

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 slid off her heels and hit the bed almost immediately. I had sorted the whole issue with Costa and given her the land I did previously own. She was a ruthless woman with a reputation that no one wants to mess with – the queen of fucking Europe and South America. Honestly, her entrance into the mafia world had stunned the whole world. Mexicans were considered the most misogynistic. So when her father decided to exclude her, it came as no surprise when she killed him and hung his head, establishing her power and dominance before starting wars and winning them with multi mafia leaders.

Her name at least the one they gave her was Marcella DeRossi. Marcella DeRossi, she was the kind of woman people invented legends about an heiress wrapped in old money and mystery, with a lineage that stretched from crumbling villas in Naples to scandal-drenched summers on the French Riviera. Her presence was cinematic: distant, deliberate,