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

I’ve heard many stories about Erico that makes me have goosebumps, and I never want to be on his bad side. He is the only man of the mafia that no one has seen. Or no alive person ever saw him. “Miss Romano.” I looked up to see my maid, Clara entering my room. “What is it?” I asked. “Boss said that you have a banquet tomorrow. You have to get ready early.” I nodded knowing well my duties. As the heiress of my father’s mafia, I have to be present in these banquets even though I don’t want to. I dream of a life away from all this drama. I don’t even want to be the heiress, but my thirst for revenge for my mother gives me power.

“…told me if I ever tried to take what’s hers, she would bite. That what happened at the banquet with the necklace was her being merciful.” Piper sat back, whistling low. “Damn. That’s straight-up mafia energy.” “It’s not funny, Piper!” “I’m not laughing!” She held up her hands. “Okay, maybe a little inside, because this whole billionaire family drama is insane. But I get it. She’s dangerous.” I buried my face in my hands. “I don’t know what to do. I can’t fight her on her terms. She’s been in that family longer, she knows all the games.”

Among those who noticed was none other than Nancy Greyson. Scrolling through her feed from her lavish penthouse, she froze when she saw the images of Chloe, smiling and looking poised despite her blindness. Rage flared inside Nancy as she stared at the post. Chloe was alive, thriving, and now she had returned as a Westbrook. Nancy’s heart raced, her carefully constructed world suddenly feeling fragile. She had thought she had buried Chloe for good, but the woman she had tried to erase was back and stronger than ever. And now, she was heading to the most exclusive business event of the year—the Billionaire Club Business Dinner.

Liliac POV: I stared out the window of my plane watching the clouds go by, while on one hand was a letter from my grandfather asking me to return to Greece. I spent most of my life in the US studying after the death of my parents, Grandfather thought it was better for me to stay away from all these until he could finally call me home. My name is Liliac Roman, Granddaughter of Roman Derez, the God father of the City of Greece and the most ruthless Mafia kingpin in the whole of Greece.

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.

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?

For the first time, fear flickered behind his composure. Power wasn’t control. It was exposure. When I walked away, my heart thundered but my steps never faltered. The crowd parted like a tide. Somewhere, a journalist was already typing the headline: ‘The Lost Abram Heiress Returns — Family Secrets Resurface at Charity Gala.’ Mia caught my eye from across the room, her smile trembling with pride. I exhaled slowly. I’d done it — not as a broken survivor, but as the woman I was meant to be.

It is a dozen national reporters scrambling for a quote from the Romanov heiress. I let it ring. I’m entirely done being summoned. I press my hand against the glass. The cold seeps into my palm, grounding me. Three weeks ago, I walked out of Marcus with nothing but the clothes on my back and a shattered mind. I was a ghost haunting my own life. Now, I have a husband who watches me like I’m the one thing he can’t look away from. I hold the keys to an underworld empire I never asked for. I’m the central target in a brutal mafia war I did not start. And I have a baby, perfectly healthy, growing inside the body of the woman who helped destroy me.

All the more because of our shenanigans. “Well, come on. Tell us.” Aiden urged. “Where and when did you meet? Who is she?” “That’s the important question.” Miles commented. “I mean, just one look at her, you could tell she’s loaded.” She’s more than loaded. The woman’s a billionaire and a mafia boss at that. I said in my mind.

I turned from the window and picked up my clutch it was small and expensive, containing nothing but lipstick, a fake ID, and the kind of courage that only comes from having nothing left to lose. "I'm on my way down," I said. The Plaza was exactly as I remembered all old money and new secrets, chandeliers dripping crystal like frozen tears. I moved through the crowd with practiced ease, smiling at strangers, accepting champagne I wouldn't drink, playing the part I had practiced a thousand times. Art consultant. Orphan. Nobody important. Just another beautiful woman in a room full of rich elites. Except I wasn't nobody. I was Aria Moretti. Last surviving daughter of the most powerful mafia fam