The Mafia Heiress Behind The Scenes Mga Nobela at Kwento

A slow, dangerous smile crept onto my lips as I put on my glasses and walked out. “Roger,” I said calmly, my voice steady now, “take me to Green Sunland.” “My boss’s home?” he asked. “Yes. Exactly.” *** When we arrived, I stepped out, and froze. Women. Mafia attire. Power everywhere. “What’s going on?” I whispered. “It’s the annual Mafia Heiress Meet and Greet,” Roger replied. I raised a brow, a spark lighting inside me. “Perfect. Call Natasha. I need my OG Mafia gown. Along with its veil cos what’s an occasion without the devil?” I added with a slow smile.

Nek and Camillo wanted to make me watch him die. But I wasn’t the helpless girl they wanted me to be. I was my father’s daughter. A mafia heiress. A leader. A fighter. And I would burn this entire building to the ground before I let them touch him.

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

Their expressions turned serious at once. They finally understood: I wasn’t some lost, weak princess waiting to be “taken in.” I wasn’t a lonely girl Sophia could destroy. I was Mia. The woman who controlled the new Italian Quarter shipping lines. The woman none of their families could afford to anger. I stood and walked to the floor‑to‑ceiling window. Beneath me lay the richest, most dangerous streets in the city. Mafia bosses. Old money. Greed. Betrayal. A million secret deals happening in the dark.

She says with the quirk of her perfectly arched brow. She takes a step towards me. I take one back. “I-I’ll clean this up!” I stutter out just as my back collides with the wall and she steps towards me again with a grin that holds a promise of pain and suffering. “Meera Florence.” She chimes, “the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the entirety of Europe. Now pushed down to rags.” She says looking me up and down and giving me a feigned look of pity. “Who would have thought?” She wonders out loud, looking up at the intricately carved ceiling for a moment.

I put her on speaker and opened Safari. The latest headline burned my eyes. [EXCLUSIVE] Godfather Don Vincenzo Meets Secretly with Chicago's Conti Heiress at Long Island Estate. Mafia Princess Genevieve Poised to be the Next Donna! Below was a grid of nine photos. Long Island. The white mansion. The rose garden I’d visited countless times. A blonde woman was wearing Vincenzo’s black trench coat, smiling back at him, barefoot on the grass. Vincenzo stood behind her, looking down at her. His eyes held a tenderness he never gave to me.

The maid had just birthed a healthy baby boy yesterday and was now resting in the hospital. Angela’s driver pushed her wheelchair towards the bed. “I get it. You were planning on gobbling down these muffins all by yourself. How greedy,” Angela narrowed her eyes playfully at the lying woman. Her driver chuckled at her comment and so did Alvira. Their madam has a way of making people feel comfortable around her. Despite her high status she was unassuming to a fault. She wasn’t just the queen of the German mafia but also the owner of “Alma” a successful jewelry brand which she had built from scratch with the help of her uncle. Women like her are not expected to be modest but Angela was differen

“ I told you when you clear out you call me. You are either with me or against me, honey. There is no in-between. I am the queen of the mafia and you all are below me. You took over things when I couldn’t and for that, thank you. Call me when you clear out. “ I started walking away but she cut me off again. “ You think all this is easy? You waltz in here in your designer shoes and clothes and you think that you are queen material? I was here when Nikolai was setting up and when he was going up. I know more about the mafia than you ever will. You should go back and rest because your baby might die in the midst of all this. You are a pampered princess and you know nothing about this life. “ Sh

I say in warning, but Maisie practically blushes hard. “I promise. He's just going to get the soft packages only.” There's a hidden meaning to her words, but before I can ask her what she means, Maisie blurts. “I can't believe you're a mafia heiress. I mean, I never even knew something like that existed. I thought it was fictional only.” I shrug, agreeing with her. She snorts. “And all this time, sugar daddy has been their leader? No wonder he always looks so domineering and powerful. Gives me the creep but sexy kinda creeps.”

It is a dozen national reporters scrambling for a quote from the Romanov heiress. I let it ring. I’m entirely done being summoned. I press my hand against the glass. The cold seeps into my palm, grounding me. Three weeks ago, I walked out of Marcus with nothing but the clothes on my back and a shattered mind. I was a ghost haunting my own life. Now, I have a husband who watches me like I’m the one thing he can’t look away from. I hold the keys to an underworld empire I never asked for. I’m the central target in a brutal mafia war I did not start. And I have a baby, perfectly healthy, growing inside the body of the woman who helped destroy me.