Novel & Cerita The Mafia Heiress Behind The Scenes

The mafia's maid "Fuck!" Jeremy causes out loud when his secretary came to tell him that his drugs has been dismantled by a mobster. "They all know that any mobster who turns against me must have a gruesome death," he said as he roared out loud. Ashley woke up early, as usual, she did her morning ablution and went straight to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, there she saw other maids with which she exchange greetings.

"Tell me, who did?" "Not too fast now, baby. You would give me something in return." I just knew this wasn't gonna be good. What was she possibly going to ask for now? "And how do I know you're not lying about having supposed information?" "Manuel, just like you, I also have my ways. I'm a fucking mafia princess, you're quick to forget that. A much better option than that weak assistant of Alex." Her statement made me so angry and I released a grunt before I could hold back.

I raise my voice slightly while he trembles. "It's a Mafia case! Your specialty." He snaps back earning a scrowl from me. "Even though..." I trail off running my fingers through my hair in annoyance. I can't even get some rest?! I needed a fucking vacation! "I'm sure you'd like this case. It involves the famous Mafia Queen." He pressed on and my ears perk up at the sentence. "You mean Arianna?" "Yes." Arianna Romano. The deadliest and the most terrifying woman in the whole of America. She's so mysterious no one has ever seen her face. Be it covering up with a veil or wearing a mask, she makes sure her identity is hidden whenever she's out killing people.

Elise's POV The draft article hit my desk at 7:42 a.m. like a cheap punch to the gut. I was already halfway through my third coffee, eyes gritty, hair still wet from the world’s fastest shower after spending most of the night next to my father’s empty bed. Marco dropped the printed pages in front of me without a word. His face said it all — this one was bad. I picked it up with two fingers like it might bite me. The headline screamed in bold: **“Mafia Heiress Elise Vitale: From Devoted Wife to Unstable Crime Boss?”**

“SOCIALITE ISABELLE LAURENT ARRESTED IN BLACKMAIL SCHEME” “FIVE BUSINESSMEN CHARGED IN CONSPIRACY AGAINST MARCUS THORNE’S WIFE” “SHOCKING TAPE REVEALS PLOT TO DESTROY MANHATTAN HEIRESS” Manhattan heiress. The press didn’t know about her Accardi connection yet—thank God—but they’d found out she existed. Her photo was everywhere, pulled from old charity events where she’d stood beside Marcus looking decorative. “Oh God,” Elena whispered. “It gets worse.” Dante scrolled down. “Marcus released a statement this morning.”

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.

I knew I could trust him with the urgency of the situation considering how close he was with my Grandfather, and how much it meant to me. “We have located the maid and will soon have her, I happen to research the drug she used. It’s been illegally made in manelois, a secret farm on the outskirts of town.” He said. How could she have possibly gotten her hands on something like that all by her self, that would be impossible, which meant she was working with someone else, someone with great connections. “I want her brought to me alive, do whatever you have to do Maverick” I informed him. For days and night, I had been dreaming of meeting the woman who took my only family from me, I had planned

One out of ten times, I would deliberately agree—giving him just enough hope to keep him hanging, while intentionally triggering the hidden Jenna, who was currently lurking in the shadows of the city with her syndicate ex. Today, he practically begged me to meet him at an upscale, secluded day spa and treatment clinic near the edge of the city. He claimed he wanted to pay for a premium wellness package to show his "remorse" for the damage done to my health. The lead aesthetician at the clinic was a middle-aged woman who completely tuned out the internet and high-society gossip. Seeing us walk into the private lounge, she greeted us with a warm, familiar smile. "Mr. Caffarelli! It has been so

“Your empire. Denounce it and come work for me. I’ll make you my commander general. There can only be one mafia lord, and it will be me. No competition. Or I kill your sister.” “You must be joking,” I spat. “Say something else, or I pull the trigger.” “Luciano, please save me,” Isabella begged through the gag, tears streaming down her face. “He’s going to kill me!” “Shut up,” I snapped at her, though my heart twisted. “Let me think.” Santiago’s grin widened. “Option two: sign over sixty percent of everything you make from your drug sales. Simple.” “No. You must be out of your fucking mind, Santiago.”