The Mafia Heiress Behind The Scenes Mga Nobela at Kwento

Koa solemnly agreed, causing me to look between my mother and the boy who always owned my heart. "I'm glad we can reach an understanding. Now Eira, we need you to be the one to go undercover. They all know that you wanted out of this for as long as anyone can really remember. I need you to pretend to betray the family." My heart froze as she said the last sentence so nonchalantly. I began shaking my head frantically while looking at everyone seated around the table. I could not do that. I could do anything else, I would do anything else. Just not that. The mafia will test my loyalty. What if someone ends up seriously injured because of me?

He said that there is more toil. "What do you need from me?" Saint promised weakly. "We want your power! Your position! And your wealth. And Deus wants to know where the hell is the mafia heiress." Mafia Heiress? Savienna is the real mafia heiress. But I am still claiming it as me because that's what they thought too. "Okay, I got what I wanted. Now I need to erase you to keep your mouth shut." Because of what Saint said, I saw a strange fear that enveloped Gayle's entire being.

The Mila vanished completly in this cheos Since when did I became like this My thoughts drifted toward what Levi's mother said about the Mafia. what if they knew I was a Mafia—a Mafia heiress and princess. My fingers curled slowly in my lap. Would Levi ever forgive me if he knew? If he knew I wasn’t just a woman wanted to make a happy family… but a mafia princess? since when I became that professional in lying? this ruthless? manipulating others for my own benifits. The air felt heavier, like the villa itself was listening. Heels echoed suddenly. Mrs. Marceau entered without hesitation, as if the villa belonged to her in every timeline of existence.

This is the very first time that a woman actually had the guts to slap his friend, and he was flabbergasted. But what's even more surprising for him is that Calix never bothered to get back at Kaira or show her where that disrespectful behavior would lead her. He just remains tight-lipped and is very accepting of how furious his wife is at this exact moment. "Calix, you've made the biggest mistake of your life! I am not your little stupid wife that you can play with." She screamed at him. "Damn you! I am a mafia heiress, and no one betrays me and gets away with it."

Orange light devoured three years of my life. I screamed and tried to rush forward, but Luca caught me and pinned me against his chest. "Be good for me. When the time is right, I'll give our child the Moretti name. I'll bring you back to the main house. We'll have everything we had before, only better." No, Luca. I was the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission. I was the sole heir of the Castellano family. I could never be your woman in the dark.

His men searched again but still failed to locate her. "She’s really not here, boss. Maybe she got away," another one said. No one knew her—she was a ghost to the world. This night was supposed to mark her introduction as the daughter of a mafia boss, but fate had decided otherwise. As the heiress of a powerful family, she could never live in peace. The danger didn’t end with her parents; it would follow her for the rest of her life. "Burn this house down! That’s the boss’s order. But before that, slit their throats—then burn everything!" the leader commanded coldly. His men obeyed without hesitation.

she murmured to herself angrily. Heaving a sigh, she threw her designer handbag onto the velvet chaise lounge and collapsed onto the king-sized bed, arms spread like a queen resting after a tiresome affair. The silk sheets whispered beneath her, but they offered little comfort. Beatrice Sandoval was the crowned jewel of the Sandoval family, a model whose beauty graced the covers of international magazines. The cameras adored her, the world admired her, and the underground world feared her. But behind the flashes of the paparazzi, beyond the high-fashion runways, Beatrice exerted power in the shadows. She was a Mafia princess, a woman who bent fate to her will.

More than cruel to whoever denies his authority and even if I have the power, I know enough to not get in his bad side. The identity of my fiancé is still unknown since I wasn’t sure about all of these things. If I will need to get out of this deal, I need to find something about that woman. I didn’t even know her name or anything but one thing is for sure, she is dangerous because she is an heiress of a mafia group. No one respects women in this field but somehow, she manage to earn my father’s respect plus her riches will give us more fortune to expand our business.

I sighed and scoffed at the ridiculous condition. “Aitana Greyson, Alessandro’s wife runs the biggest mafia network in the U.S.” He said but I literally fell from my chair. “Mafia?” I frowned. “Yes, she is the mafia queen of American Mafia syndicate but there’s more into the story.” He paused and munched the Belgian chocolates I ordered for Adeline but he stole one box. “This one box costed me five hundred dollars including the shipping charges which I am going to deduct from your payment. So, don’t stretch it and tell me the fucking truth.” I said slamming my fists on the table.