Novel & Cerita The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think

“She never shows her face during major deals, she communicates through intermediaries, she's very careful.” That didn’t calm me. That terrified me. “What makes you think she was trained by him?” I asked. “Because her methods mirror his,” he replied. “The intimidation tactics, the financial traps, the disappearances. It’s almost like she’s his shadow.” His shadow. A woman shaped by my grandfather and raised in his cruelty, taught his secrets. My breath caught sharply. What if she wasn’t someone who came into our lives recently? What if she had always been there?

After all, she was simply following their lead—they'd spent the last day treating her like a stranger, so why shouldn't she return the favor in public? "You see," she continued, turning to address the room at large with a small, apologetic smile, "I'm just a nobody, really. How could someone like me possibly be of any importance to the great Hawkins family? They're renowned business leaders, pillars of society. And I'm..." she gestured vaguely at herself, "well, I'm just me. Surely there's been some mistake."

Like a shadow, always present but never shining. But then she showed up in my office after three years, completely different. The moment she walked in, I was amazed. The way she carried herself, her confidence, her beauty…I didn't expect that. I was fully prepared to get the divorce over with, but when I saw her again, I decided against it. Something in me just couldn't let her go just yet. But now…first that damn actor and now this new friend of hers? And she comes back smelling like him? I groaned, collapsing onto the sofa. I was too damn tired for this.

"Isn't that the Falcone Principessa? Married into the Moretti family and she still has to steal from her own sister-in-law?" "Exactly! What does some Mafia princess who only knows how to race and party know about design? She's just jealous of a true talent like Isabella!" "No wonder she has to resort to plagiarism. She's just an uneducated brat at heart!" There were organizers among them who were particularly good at riling up the crowd. They fanned the flames of the audience's emotions while closing in on me. "It's because of empty-headed heiresses like her that it's getting harder for regular people to get by."

Sometimes I wondered if she threw all her devious theatrics just because she was desperate for attention. “Are you sure the Hale Dynasty isn't going bankrupt with the way you spend lavishly and take days off to do ridiculous things? For example, coming all the way here to ask me such a stupid question?” I fired such cold words at her questioningly without batting an eye and she blinked so many times I was beginning to wonder if her eyes were malfunctioning. “Just because you've got a charity foundation, you think you can run your mouth and speak to me like that?” She snapped, clearly losing her cool in return and in response, I nodded.

“Your sister is having such a lovely time. Hahahaha!” “Leave her alone!” I cocked my gun and aimed it straight at his head. One squeeze of the trigger and his brains would paint the wall. “Not so fast, Don Luciano,” he replied coldly, pressing his own gun to Isabella’s temple. Shit. I needed to think fast. “What do you want?” I demanded. “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.”

Private clubs were never short on people eager to comment on business trends. “So, is this the ‘show’ you were referring to?” Graham asked softly. The heir to the Harlow Corporation leading a team on an important mission to the southern markets—yet bringing along his not-yet-official influencer girlfriend—had sparked a flurry of gossip within and beyond the business world. I raised an eyebrow and sipped my red wine. “Of course, there’s more to it than that.” “You’re so beautiful, Mia. Some people must be blind,” Graham said with a sudden smile.

“You could've stayed back, you know? Especially now that I've realized I'm a mafia heiress.” At my words, she pulls away. “And miss the goodies waiting for me in New York? No way.” I'm not sure I understand the goodies she's talking about, but I laugh it off. “Don't be too hard on Clint Greene,” I say in warning, but Maisie practically blushes hard.

I whispered under my breath. I clicked one. “That woman is dangerous. She should be arrested immediately.” I hadn’t processed the first one when another popped in, “Rich people think they can cover up crimes.” “Where is the missing heiress? Start with Grace Parker.” My grip tightened on the phone. “That’s not true,” I muttered. Another notification popped in, “ she’s acting innocent but she knows something.” I exhaled sharply and locked the screen. I barely knew anything about her But even as I said it, something unsettled me because the missing heiress…

“ I told you when you clear out you call me. You are either with me or against me, honey. There is no in-between. I am the queen of the mafia and you all are below me. You took over things when I couldn’t and for that, thank you. Call me when you clear out. “ I started walking away but she cut me off again. “ You think all this is easy? You waltz in here in your designer shoes and clothes and you think that you are queen material? I was here when Nikolai was setting up and when he was going up. I know more about the mafia than you ever will. You should go back and rest because your baby might die in the midst of all this. You are a pampered princess and you know nothing about this life. “ Sh