The Mafia Heiress' Vengeance Novels & Stories

Could it be… Could the person backing her be the rumored Mason Hunt? Janice felt even more hatred in her heart. Summer could climb up the ladder all she wanted, but why did she have to hurt an innocent man? She needed to bear with it. Summer would pay the price very soon. Janice would make sure she got revenge for Chandler. "Mrs. Hunt." Jessica carefully walked toward Rosanna. Rosanna snapped back to reality. Then, she slapped Jessica without even saying a word. "Mom!" Janice gasped and rushed to Jessica's side.

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."

The bag containing the gold was slung over one shoulder as she stared back at Chiara with her emerald green eyes. "Lucky me. Thanks, though," Alice said, and Chiara smiled back at her. She got back into the car, and it took quite some time before she could get the engine running again. She drove off afterward. Alice sighed and turned to face the large building in front of her. It was heavily fenced, making it a 'no-go zone' for intruders—Vicenzo Empire. If the mafia world had a king, it would be the Don of Vicenzo. The Vicenzo mafia empire was first in terms of rank, wealth, and affluence.

ALMA MARTELLI Everything happened in a blur. From the moment Zita walked down the aisle to when they exchanged their fake vows and tied the knot. I couldn’t pay attention to how my only sister was being thrown away like a dirty rag. It broke my heart even more knowing that I was next. Zita Martelli, beautiful and soulless in her wedding dress, had just gotten married to one of the most ruthless mafia bosses in New York. Enzo Bianchi. She never wanted this marriage. She had only been forced into it as a pawn in an alliance deal. That was what became of all the women in the mafia world. And that was not the life I wanted for her or myself.

"Ryan... my father... he is the head of the Moretti crime syndicate... if you don't stop this... he will destroy you..." Hearing this, Ryan let out a cruel, mocking laugh that echoed underwater. "The delusions are finally kicking in, huh? Let me educate you, Isabella. Don Vittorio Moretti is a billionaire mafia kingpin who could erase anyone in this city with a single phone call. I’m the only attorney in my firm who even has clearance to touch his legal files. You just happen to share a last name because you got lucky." He leaned closer to the water's edge, his smile venomous. "Wake up. If you were actually the daughter of the Don, I’d cut my own head off and let you kick it like a soccer ba

Did that mean that… nah, he was getting married to me for the contract. Viola kept talking about Leah and how she disliked her guts, not sparing the poison incidence. “Why hasn’t she been arrested yet?” I inquired. “Massimo would handle it,” Viola responded. Was Leah also from an untouchable mafia family? My stomach grumbled, and I rubbed at it with my palm. “I’m famished,” I admitted. Viola ordered the driver to take us to a restaurant. The moment we took our seats, a waiter approached us, dressed in a white shirt and black pants.

he said. I gave him a smile. “I’ll be fine. I need to clear my head, and this walk will help. Thanks.” Valentino fucked me over, and I had been stupid enough to give him my body. What he didn’t know was I didn’t need his help to put his father down. He might back Fiore up, but if I had to hurt him to get to his father, I would. There was no force more powerful than a determined woman on a mission, and I was on a mission.

"It cannot be him. Anyone but him. Oh, God, Vittoria, what have you done?" "He is just a club owner, Mom," Vittoria said, reaching out to comfort her. "He returned my bracelet. He was not trying to hurt me." "He is not a club owner!" Teresa screamed, her voice echoing through the small house. "He is the successor of the Marchetti empire! His father is the man who ordered your father's execution eighteen years ago, Vittoria! They hunted us like animals. They are the reason we have been running our entire lives."

She dressed in black, lifted her chin, and continued walking as though the weight on her shoulders belonged to someone else. She did not mourn the man who had built a secret life with Sophia Marino, nor the husband who had fathered a secret heir behind her back. She mourned the years she had blindly sacrificed, and the security that had vanished the moment Anthony’s car exploded into a ball of fire. The world thought she was a grieving widow breaking under the loss. They did not know that beneath her veil, her eyes were completely dry, hardened by a cold desire for vengeance.

"She’s making a mistake. She wants me to be an object? Fine. But she forgot that objects can be very, very dangerous when they're underestimated. Tie this ribbon, Mikhail. And try not to drool on my spine." "Careful, Valeria. That attitude is going to get you sent right back to the Undercellar once the guests leave. You look like a high-end escort. Maybe that was the point." "The point is that Isabella wants a war. She just doesn't realize I’ve already hacked her perimeter. Tell the 'Luna' of this house I’ll be up shortly. I wouldn't want to keep the Moretti Empire waiting for their refreshments." "Valeria, could you move any slower? We have the heads of the Moretti Empire in the dining hall