Novel & Cerita The Mafia Heiress Behind The Scenes

His power was absolute now. Before I could walk toward him, the heavy front doors were thrown open, and the atmosphere in the room shifted entirely. A glamorous young woman walked in, and it felt as though the very air grew expensive. She wore a pristine, tailored white pantsuit that contrasted sharply with her dark, sleek hair, styled in an immaculate chin-length bob. Every movement she made was elegant, sophisticated, and dripping with generational wealth. This was Alessandra Vittoria Moretti—the daughter of one of Italy’s most powerful mafia dons.

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.

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

"I don't have the murderer yet, but I found out that your father had a lot to gain from the death of your mother." My mind is not processing what Marco is saying. Is he saying that my father had her whacked? "What are you saying, Marco?" "I'm saying that your mother had a lot of properties and shares. Your Grand Papa was Alfonso Rossi." I scratch my head in confusion. Why did my Mama not tell me that her father was a billionaire? Alfonso Rossi practically owned Italy in the 1980s. He's a legend. I remember reading that his heir to the Rossi fortune was Annabella Rossi, his only living relative. I never thought anything more. Why would my Mama marry a guy like my father when she had a high so