The Mafia Heiress's Comeback: She's More Than You Think Novels & Stories

And she was no longer alone. She didn’t walk behind Allerick. She walked beside him. Shoulder to shoulder. Step for step. The click of her heels was unhurried, a steady metronome that declared: I belong here. And I’m not afraid. This was her defiance. This was her fire. Eyes scanned her. Tried to place her. Tried to reduce her. The broken heiress. The mafia’s inconvenient fiancée. The daughter of a traitor. But every inch of her presence tonight rewrote that story.

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."

Chief says, and we three took a seat across from him. “Do we have to go on some mission? Chief.” I asked, looking at the stakes of files on his table. “You can say that.” He takes out some files and opens a folder, sliding it towards us. “You know about the underworld mafia queen, she is coming back to France.” He says. My gaze went to a picture and my heart started beating loudly against my ribcage. Valencia!! It's a photograph of her, she doesn't show much of her face in the media and whoever sees her face, they're not alive anymore.

Vivian had always known that her actions would have grave consequences, but she had never imagined that it would lead her back to Ricardo, the ruthless mafia kingpin who had once bought her from his friends, She had hoped that by running away, she would be able to escape his grasp and lead a life that was free from fear. Her hopes, however, were short lived, as she had been captured by the gangsters that are guilding Ricardo subway and surroundings, and they handed her back to Ricardo, who was waiting for her at the In the hotel,

I mocked her. “How did you hear about this auction? It was struck by invitation,” she boosted. “You seem to have forgotten I'm an heiress now or did you lose your memory like you lost today?” I mocked her even more. “You think you have won just because of today or because you have mummy and daddy's money backing you,” she said, “but remember it was I that brought it all crashing down the last time and I can still do the same again,” she continued not playing with her words.

Back in El Tricolor, there's a rule: If I don't get married by thirty, I have to go back and marry the woman my father arranged for me. When my girlfriend, Stella Ross, heard this, her face filled with complete disdain. "Arranged marriage? Is your home in some remote tribe? Or are you stuck in the Middle Ages? Alan, quit with these pathetic excuses to force a marriage!" She let out a mocking laugh and pulled out a ring. "I was actually planning to accept your proposal and even bought us a pair of rings. But since you're so desperate, I think we both need some space to cool off." With that, she tossed the ring straight to her assistant, Ethan Parker. The marriage I had waited years for w

My husband Christian Messina's assistant has been blowing through my money like it's water. At the underground auction, she laughed in my face and called me a useless trophy wife. So I cut her access. She got humiliated at checkout, and the club's security locked her up for a full day and night. When Christian found out, he froze my card on my birthday. Told me I'd better figure out how to pay, or I'd be stripping down and crawling out on all fours in front of every mob higher-up in New York. What he doesn't know? I'm the heiress to the biggest mafia empire in the country. The Moretti name? That's mine. And everything he has right now—every turf, every dollar, every scrap of power? I put it

I just sat stabbing the porridge in with a bored face, “Wish my dad would snuggle in some chocolates right now.” Tasi laughed beside me while lowering her head, “ I'm not sure he even knows that you're here.” I scoffed, “ Of course he knows, don't be surprised that he gave out the order for us to be placed here in the first place.” She shook her, “ sorry to say this but your dad is a sadist, if my dad was a mafia leader he wouldn't do shit like this, I mean you are his heir.” I nodded, “ You don't have to be sorry, you can bad - mouth him all you want, i wouldn't even care.”

He seemed a bit surprised at my warmth but returned the smile and left. Alone in my room I was left with nothing but my thoughts. I had begun missing my friends at school. Jane, Lily, Jake. Maybe I should call them…. But I didn't feel like it right now, at least not until my father was done or else I would never be able to rest. Bored. I began counting the design patterns on the ceiling. I didn't want to think about how I was going to deal with being the Mafia Heiress. It was a considerable responsibility that I wasn't sure I was ready for. Although I maintained a strong self to my father, I was scared beyond reason.

It was only a matter of time before she made a comeback and came to make my life miserable again. However, I would be ready for her. Thankfully, she had given me a heads-up, and I knew that she was not just an enemy. She was someone who never backed down after she was defeated one time by an opponent. She was eager to make Maxim a husband, no doubt to be at the top of the social ladder. She was a parasite, and she needed to be removed. But not removing her in the way most people in the mafia thought. People like her needed to suffer a huge humiliation scandal, and she would quietly retreat into the shadows.