Novel & Cerita The Mafia Heiress Behind The Scenes

- I say “I don’t understand “ - River replies “I am the heir of the Italian mafia in New York” - I say and shock hits her face like a ton of bricks. “Mafia? As in drugs, guns and money laundering?” - She asks and I nod my head “Exactly like that” - I say “But, you look so normal” - she says I laugh at her comment “Thanks, I guess” - I say “You know, when we hear Italian mafia we think of fat greasy guys eating pasta” - she says and I can’t help but smile

Who could be siphoning a huge sum of money from the company's account for the past eight years under my uncle's watch? This was all too exhausting and frustrating to imagine. The worst part of it all was that the executive team wasn't even aware of all the mishaps and suspicious activities going on in the company, all they cared about was who would become their CEO. I'm the heiress, and no one would take that from me. It was written in the will that I was to take over as soon as I was done with school so whether they liked it or not, I'm here to stay. Enough of thinking about silly people, instead it's time I focus on the task at hand, which was to fish out those crooks who wanted to tear my

Lorenzo asked. "I figured it out on my own." I lied. "Princess, you told us something that you weren't ready to tell us so we have something to tell you. We're in the mafia." Dad said making my heart drop. "Do you guys sell girls or abuse them?" I asked shocking them all by what I asked. "No, of course not baby, we just kill the ones who deserve to killed, we don't do any of that other stuff." Lorenzo said making me nod.

Alessia nodded, masking her disappointment behind a practiced smile. The scent of his cologne lingered as she left, a ghost of the man she once trusted without question. ******** The ballroom glittered like a dream. Chandeliers spilled diamonds over silk gowns and tailored suits. Every mafia wife in the city was there, each carrying secrets as precious as the jewels at her throat. Alessia accepted a glass of champagne, traded polite smiles, and found refuge at a corner table with a bowl of ice cream, her small rebellion against sophistication.

“Life has been hard in Switzerland. I didn’t have enough money to pursue my art. Then I learn that my father wasn’t my real father. My real father has been in jail because of his involvement in the mob. I had to quit school. And because of that I came to know my boss. Since then I had been used as a tool.” Right, he travels the world as a musician. It would be easier for him to get jobs done without raising suspicion. “My boss doesn’t have that much ambition. He’s content of how he runs our clan in Switzerland. Until I met Luciano. He plans to take over New York. And he can’t do that with the Russians controlling the business.” “You already knew who I was even before we met?” I asked him, al

I feel my blood run cold on mention of mafia, the name makes me cringe in fear I've watched movies yeah, but partaking in it is a big no for me, that happenings if these last few days makes me realize how dangerous the world can be, "How about you?," She walks away from her shower to mine face few metres away , I can feel her breath fanning against my skin, My heart thuds hard against my chest I know this feeling it's lust, turning my face away from her to my side I feel her nipples poke me by my side , "Just few things grew in an orphanage, went to a public highschool and all, I got a house for myself downtown, couple shifts as a stripper" "You had all the fun"

That wasn't even funny I gave him a slight punch on his elbow then I walked upstairs to the indoor cinema following his directions. "Wow, wow and wow!" I exclaimed on seeing the room. There were like six sofas and then a big screen in front, I think it was part of the wall. "you like it?" I heard him ask. "yea" I replied paying little or no attention to him. "I'm an only son from a royal family, my parents were killed when I was ten years in a mafia rivalry and all this are theirs "he said in a sad tone.

The aloof, elegant artist Vivian had died on that bloody night. The woman reborn from the ashes was the Mafia Queen, absolute ruler of the New York underworld.

He paused to fill his lungs with enough air, then proceeded. “Redge Yatash was the only heiress of the previous leader of the city’s underworld business. She followed her dad’s footsteps, and despite her gender, she successfully secured her spot on the top. Then she met Brandon, a son of a mafia leader from a different area, but the two agreed to build an empire of their own….” Marco continued while Gab and I did not say anything to interrupt his words.

“You’re... you’re not just a coder. You’re a Bennett. The Bennett syndicate...” “Surprised, Mr. Miller?” I asked, leaning back into my chair, resting my chin on my hand as I looked down at him like a bug under a microscope. “You... you have all of this...” Ethan whispered, looking around the breathtaking, multi-million dollar mansion in absolute, paralyzing awe. “You’re a mafia heiress... You control half the city... If you have all of this wealth, if you didn't even need the money, why did you work for me?! Why didn't you say anything?! Since you clearly don't care about a measly $2 million bonus, why won't you just come back and help me fix the app?! It’s just a game to you anyway, right?