The Mafia Heiress Behind The Scenes นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“She’s on Forbes, lads. Did neither of ye daft bastards G****e her?” “We didnae wanna be nosy!” Callum barked defensively. “And honestly, we figured she’d bolt if she knew we ran the bloody Scottish mafia!” “Bold of ye tae assume I’d be scared of that,” I snorted. Keiran gave me a long look, then stood and crossed to me. “Ye do realise what this means, aye?” “That I could buy and sell yer whole criminal empire and still have enough left over tae fund a bloody moon base?”

What choice now she had other than eavesdropping ? She took out a scarf from her bag and wrapped it around her face and she put on her thick shades.She didn't wanted George or Ava to notice her.Finally she could put in use all the detective novels she read as a child. She walked in and took a seat behind them.George and Ava were keeping it down so she had to put in a whole lot of attention to listen them. The waitress came and asked for her order.She signed her to leave.She kept her laptop in front of her to look busy .

They left and when she was in the car, she handed him a manilla folder saying, “In there are the design’s and requirements for the posters. Were you able to find the people I asked you for?” He looked through them as he answered, “Yes, I will take up the designer position, if you do not mind. The mafia has a hacker and he will meet us at the club in a few hours and before I forget, you have an appointment with your husband over dinner tonight.” She looked at him, surprised, but said nothing. Nodding her head, she said, “I want to see the inside of the club after my appointments and in the meantime, while I am doing my hair and nails, I am going to need you to purchase bags for me.”

She seemed to have no limits on what she would do or allowed to be done to her in this club. Katia was a gorgeous girl. A thoroughbred with blonde hair which hadn’t come from a bottle, sweet freckles, and whole virgin girl next door look about her. She had a background in ballet and gymnastics, had even come from money. Until she whored around, partied too hard, and got disowned by her wealthy, aristocrat family. And the top of the irony cake, was her brother Claudius, the heir and golden child, hit this club up more times than a Granny bakes cookies. And there was that whole her family’s ties to the Italian Mafia thing, but no one really talked about it. She was a fallen Mafia princess, mo

He came to the huge hall room where a woman was sitting on the sofa elegantly with her legs crossed and sipping on her tea while her maid was standing just a little away behind the luxurious and velvety sofa. Her sleek black hair was loosely hanging on her back. Her milky white skin was butter smooth and the features she has is desirable by women around the world and her emerald-green eyes are an enchanting piece of Ruby it seems. Looking at her no one could guess her age at all that she is a woman in her late forties. She is Diane Martinez. The head chairperson of the Martinez Industries and leader of one of the biggest Mafia groups in Europe, Genesis. She used to handle it and now, her ado

"Boss." His voice was tight. "You need to see this." Salvatore looked at the screen first and his expression hardened instantly. Without saying a word he passed the tablet to me. I frowned, confused about what I was about to read. Then I saw the headline. "Missing Mafia Heiress Chooses Lover Over Family." I kept reading. Another headline. "Lena Moretti Betrays Her Blood for the Butcher of the Romano Empire." Another. "Captive or Willing Mistress?"

Verena said to me. "Wait, you are Lisa McVey?The McVey" I asked with wide eyes. She smiled at me before nodding her head. Shit! Lisa McVey, a 31-year-old, Supermodel, she's one of the richest women on earth, with 21 companies under her name. I knew this from reading one of my uncle's files. She's also a Mafia Don, her late Husband Alvin McVey died of cancer. Leaving her with everything, I mean everything, she runs her Mafia so well, no one believes she is even a Don.

Her phone was seized, she doesn't even come out of the room to eat instead they bring the food to her and then come back for the plate when she's finished. She felt she might not survive it any longer. She loosened her hair and her hair pin fell to the floor. She picked it up, bent and inserted it into the keyhole. She turned it anticlockwise twice then turned it clockwise and the door unlocked. She learnt this trick from her father when she was little. Her father too is a Mafia. I know you must be wondering how she got here. Well it happened that her father is owing Romero a lot of money which he can't pay back so the only way to settle the debt was to give out his only daughter, Bella.

My men yelled at me and we instantly retreated, while still pointing a gun at him and his men, we ran to our car and drove off at a high speed. "Khloe, you are a mad woman," Diego said as he tried to catch his breath. I bursted into laughter at the way he struggled to breathe. "And you are a woman, why were you so scared, Diego?" I said to him as I unwrapped my arm. "Because Uncle said we shouldn't go after the diamond, remember it's theirs - we stole from them twice!" Diego said, referring to my father. My father, the former head of the Italian Mafia group, had handed me the title of Queen of the Mafias. Of course, he wouldn't like me going after the diamonds, but they belonged to my late m

He was reeling, unable to fathom how the woman he had been tormenting in the underground warehouse only three days before was now standing there as the companion of a man with Tiziano's status. I ignored him completely. I reached for a tablet held by one of Tiziano's bodyguards, synced it to the projector of the auction house, and declared, "It seems that all the Capone famiglia's partners are gathered here, so let's watch something interesting to liven up the evening." It wasn't long before the video started playing, displaying surveillance recordings from the Capone residence. It started with Silvia spiking the juice with bleach, and next came the footage from the shopping mall, capturing