The Mafia Heiress Behind The Scenes Novels & Stories

I simply stood behind my father and did my best to remain as stoic as I could. Soon, the Mafia Lord offered to have a discussion with my father. They were both walking towards the same room again, but I caught my father by the sleeve. “You promised!” I said in a strong tone. My voice was adamant and unwavering. “Very well…" He sighed, as though I were a bother to him. Better alive and be bothered than be dead. “Don Mancini. If you may, my daughter would like to join us to engage in the meeting. She is to be the heiress after I'm gone and would like to familiarize herself with the traditions” he said with a smile.

I’ve heard many stories about Erico that makes me have goosebumps, and I never want to be on his bad side. He is the only man of the mafia that no one has seen. Or no alive person ever saw him. “Miss Romano.” I looked up to see my maid, Clara entering my room. “What is it?” I asked. “Boss said that you have a banquet tomorrow. You have to get ready early.” I nodded knowing well my duties. As the heiress of my father’s mafia, I have to be present in these banquets even though I don’t want to. I dream of a life away from all this drama. I don’t even want to be the heiress, but my thirst for revenge for my mother gives me power.

How could that even be possible? Before I have a chance to open my mouth she raises her hand, stopping me as she takes a sip of her tea. She then locks eyes with me and smiles. “Everything you know about the mafia is a lie. I am the heir. My father was the leader of the American mafia in New York. I was trained all my life to take everything into my hands after my father retired, but I fell for your father, Christopher was sweet and kind, and the way he looked at me always made me feel like I was seen. I was always kept in the hiding, I was trained in the underground, and the other families didn’t know about my existence”, she says, and I can relate to that, so that’s where dad got the idea

Ophelia and I never got mad? Ofélia was the owner of the house and she was the one who coordinated everything and made sure that everything was impeccable, that the girls were presentable and that the house was running at full speed, this luxury club was another bet of La cosa nostra, the mafia that I commanded had several other investments spread across the country and that were used to launder money, Montenegro and the CIA was a clear example of this. __" you can give us privacy girls we'll call you later. After the women left us alone, I took another sip of whiskey, licking my lips, wiping away any remaining drops.

Jax didn't laugh. He stepped closer, leaned on the desk, and looked at me with pity. "Enough, Alessia." He sounded arrogant, like he was scolding a disobedient pet. "Go home and clean up your mess. If you keep this up, I promise you won't even get to be my wife." He thought losing my shares meant I'd be nothing but an accessory, begging at his feet. He severely underestimated me. I am the sole heiress of the Valeriano family, the biggest Mafia clan in Sicily.

I hear Claire ask in almost a whisper. “What about her?” Mason and I ask in tandem. “Well she said that she’s always willing to help and Charlotte fears her. So, why can’t we ask her for help?” “You don’t know what you’re asking for.” Mason knew more than he was saying. “She’s my friend.” Claire refutes. “I understand that, Claire. But have you ever asked where her tough persona came from?” “No.” She says softly as she waits for the explanation. “Julia is one of the two heiresses of the French mafia. Her sister Dahlia is the inherited leader. I’d love for her to protect you but we can’t justify her actions in front of a judge.”

She staggered to her feet and pushed the strand of blonde hair covering her face, "Come with me" As we moved away, she said, "I heard your Mafia girlfriend escaped from the country already. Her flight was undetectable in the air. Well, I trust the Di Marco syndicate to use the best of their available resources to bring their Princess home" "I don't want to talk about it" I replied blatantly but that didn't stop her from continuing, "You don't blame me so I believe you understand my role was played well, I gave you the location but who would think such an underestimated woman would take over the Eastern gang and become the leader. It never occurred in even one of the possible outcomes I outli

she asked, as I slowly recollected the event. Mia was gracefully portraying the role of the ideal American wife of the prominent, powerful businessman of Chicago. Charity events, dinner parties, press releases—she was handling them with the help of a PR team. Although it wasn't entirely true—our father, Alessandro Romano, had a massive role to play in transforming her.

“Careful.” “No,” she shot back, stepping forward too. “I’ve been careful for years. Careful not to embarrass you. Careful not to ask questions. Careful not to scream when I found blood on your shirts, lipstick stains, or your illegitimate children—whom you’ve carefully hidden till this day.” His jaw tightened. “You think I don’t know about the mafia?” she continued, voice rising. “The meetings that never existed? The money that moved without reason? How you became so dangerous? Or is it the men who looked at me like I was collateral damage waiting to happen?” she burst out angrily.

She explained, sounding way colder than I could ever imagine. She went ahead to explain that with the help of the man she eloped with, he formed a mafia of his and she became his queen, but then she became thirty for more, so she ended up betraying the man and after killing him, she took over his mafia and made it into what it is today. She also revealed that it was what she had been using to get to Lorenzo and her for a while now. Apparently she was the one behind the house raid that one time which had forced us to temporarily move out.