The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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

I teased, trying to ease the stiffening of his chest muscles with my unfiltered question. I want to blame it on the rough sex we just had, but honestly, I lost the ability to filter my words and spilled the first thing that came into my mind. Although I’ve been dwelling on that question for some time, it’s only now that I found the courage to voice that out. “Technically, you are the sole heiress of the American mafia,” he mumbled, voice restrained for some odd reason. “You know... since Nadia is dead to everyone.” Just the mention of her name sent an icy drizzle over my heated body. Since I saw her in the safe house, I haven’t come to terms with her resurrection.

“We’re in our house, in our goddamn living room.” “In your house?” Her voice cracked like a whip. “In case you’ve forgotten, this isn’t yours anymore. None of this is. It belongs to her now. To Hailey Vale, the stripper heiress who just hosted a softcore orgy in our ancestral estate and made the cover of three tabloids.” She flung a rolled-up paper across the room. It slid to a stop in front of Marcus. “STRIPPING HEIRESS CLAIMS THE LACHLAN THRONE.

he said. He pulled up another chair and sat down across from me, his expression turning stone cold. "Now, we have another issue. She is now a mafia heiress. Her world and your world have officially collided, and the public eye is going to notice it. How do you plan to handle that?" he asked. I didn't even hesitate. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees, letting every bit of my cold, unyielding resolve show in my eyes.

I confess that it was all good, the money, the house, and so on, but what was the price? I was kidnapped twice. And both times I almost didn't come back alive. The mafia has its good sides, but there are also many bad ones. Knowing that people romanticize it was strange. In movies, series, or documentaries, the mafia was perfect, and I don't know where they got all that crap from. I barely got through the door when Ize threw herself at me, completely euphoric. “You're super excited,” I smiled, “and beautiful! She looked completely stunning in a turquoise dress that went down to her thighs, huge heels, and beautiful hair.

Then it suddenly clicked, and she stepped back in shock. She is Camila Marchetti, the princess of the Marchetti Mafia family. She only has one brother, who is the head of the family, and she just called the man on the bed, which means he is the ruthless and cold-hearted Mafia boss. Leonardo Marchetti As soon as she came to this sudden realization, her legs went weak, and she slumped against the wall, and they all turned to look at me. Seb rushed over to take the baby from her as she eyes slowly closed.

I wanted to call out for help, but a part of me suspected I might be kidnapped, and alerting whoever was holding me might not be the best idea. I slipped on my slippers and stood up, feeling a bit dizzy. My head throbbed, but I managed to move forward. I gripped my hairpin tightly, using it as a makeshift defense. As I stepped out of the room, I took in the grandeur of the mansion. It was huge, even bigger than mine, and beautifully decorated. The walls were painted white, and the hallway was adorned with various art pieces. The opulence suggested that my kidnapper was wealthy, which made me wonder what their motives were because it was clear that they don't need money from me.

It was a red diamond necklace that was meant to be for me, her biological daughter. She fastened it around Silvia's neck in front of me and said, "You've been through so much, Silvia. You see, this necklace is said to bring good luck. I'll give it to you to alleviate your trauma." Silvia toyed with the necklace, throwing me a taunting look before glancing at Carlo. She looked as if she was telling me that she would eventually take everything that belonged to me, including him. I observed the sparkling red diamond necklace and quietly added a new entry to my "How to Survive the Mafia" guide. "The necklace will likely be utilized as a fabricated piece of evidence against me."

I sighed, pulling out the contract and going over it. I wet my lips, and glued my eyes at the money stated in the contract that Massimo was offering to pay. It was a ridiculous huge amount, but I wasn’t fazed. I had seen a lot of that during my time as a billionaire heiress before that bastard, Gibson, ruined my life. I gripped the pen tight in anger. “Careful not to snap it into two,” Massimo’s voice interrupted my drift, shattering my peace and silence like a glass.

My breathing was perfectly deep and clear. The Moretti family network had completely integrated the corporate jewelry empire, purging the last remnants of Jenna’s fraudulent schemes. My father had never looked prouder; my standing as the sole, undisputed heiress to our legacy was absolute. The world finally knew exactly who I was, and the respect I commanded was earned in blood and flawless calculation. A shadow fell over the terrace as a tall, handsome figure stepped out from the French doors, carrying a fresh tray of fruit and a bouquet of flawless, pollen-free white roses.