The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think Mga Nobela at Kwento

He gladly stressed it. "You now have the opportunity to play the ball in your court wisely. You have the opportunity to show me what you are made of. Additionally, prove to the world that you are the only daughter of the Nation's Tycoon. By doing this, the Heiress of the Rogue Lord Scott and Trained Assassin will always remain a mystery!" I couldn't respond because I was in awe. Why was my heart pounding so loudly when I knew a day like this was going to happen? He rolled his devious eyes away and announced blatantly, "Know that you are not just protecting that man but you are also counterattacking me, the Whale Mafia!"

Why did it gnaw at me, as if Damien’s touch had somehow marked her, stained her, claimed her? My grip on the paper tightened slightly, and I forced myself to exhale, shoving the thought away. My eyes drifted back to the paper, scanning the details Roman had managed to dig up. Most of it was vague, frustratingly incomplete, but then my gaze landed on her full name. Aurora Williams. My breath hitched. Williams. The youngest heiress to the Williams family? And the famous doctor whom everyone spoke about? I stared at the name. The Williams family wasn’t just wealthy—they were untouchable. Titans in the business world, their empire spread across industries and continents. Their name was synonymou

“I’d have come in earlier, but I didn’t think you’d want to see me.” I rose from my chair, going to stand in front of her. “And somehow you think I want to see you now? Oh, wait. You heard about us being family and you want a stake in the family fortune. The women from your family do thrive in taking what doesn’t belong to you. Your mother did that by spreading her legs, your aunt played nanny, and what are you gonna do? I bet if I had a dick you’d be begging to suck it. Anything to get that payday, huh? Must be-“

Forgetting my grief, I turned and ran wildly back toward the hospital. As soon as I reached my mother's hospital, a mob of people claiming to be tabloid reporters from New York's underworld swarmed me. "Ms. Elena, is it true you had a mental breakdown and hallucinated Mr. Castellano's death because he rejected you?" "Your former classmates say you were an orphan raised by a janitor in Chinatown. Is that true?" "Knowing full well Mr. Castellano is married, why did you keep harassing and slandering his wife? Can you give us a response?"

She says with the quirk of her perfectly arched brow. She takes a step towards me. I take one back. “I-I’ll clean this up!” I stutter out just as my back collides with the wall and she steps towards me again with a grin that holds a promise of pain and suffering. “Meera Florence.” She chimes, “the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the entirety of Europe. Now pushed down to rags.” She says looking me up and down and giving me a feigned look of pity. “Who would have thought?” She wonders out loud, looking up at the intricately carved ceiling for a moment.

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.

“What do you mean she’s part of a mafia?” He took a slow breath, letting the tension simmer in the room before delivering the blow. “She’s a Mafia Princess. She comes from royal blood in another country.” I blinked. Once. Twice. For the first time in a long time, I felt completely stupid. The words didn’t make sense. Chandria? The woman who used to hide under the covers when it thundered? The woman who looked so fragile I was afraid to break her? A princess of a crime syndicate?

Britt was by my side in the flash. "You own this too?" she asked in a pitchy tone, taking the sight of a hundred Catt subsidiaries in front of us. I responded with a small hum. She came to whisper in my ear. "I thought mafia only get money through drugs and smuggling diamonds?" if this was truly the mentality o the people's First Lady, then the whole of America was already fucked. I hated Azalea without even knowing her, but at least she had brains inside that round ball on her head, unlike somebody who was sadly going to be a grandmother to my kids.

"Because I have unfinished business. Those people… the ones who humiliated me and stole everything—I came back to destroy them. One by one." A cold shiver ran down Hailee’s spine. She had no idea her mother had gone through all of this. And Rupert… she had heard that name before. The one Alex mentioned when Eve was drugged. A dangerous man. A shadow in the underworld. "How… how do you know these people?" Hailee asked, her voice a little quieter. "I was once the heiress of the Oasis organization," Camilla replied, her eyes flashing with fire. "The strongest underground mafia clan—before it was all taken from me."

"From now on, I'll be Silver Moon pack's Luna. I arranged all those paparazzi myself. Even if he regrets it, it's too late. Sage, I've endured this for years - if you hadn't met Marcus first, what chance would you have had?" I read through all this calmly and couldn't help but laugh. The sound made Cameron look up in concern. "Are you alright, Alpha heiress?" "I'm perfect," I said, still chuckling.