The Mafia Nanny Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

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

“I know this is a lot to take in. But I need you to understand something: I’m not just looking for a nanny. I need someone who can protect her, who can be there for her. My world isn’t easy, and I want you to know the gravity of this role.” His words sent a chill down my spine, reminding me how stupid I was to agree to this. “What do you do?” I asked quietly, although I already had an inclination. “I think you already know,” he replied just as quietly as I did. I gulped. He was in the mafia. And with the looks of it, he was most likely a don. “I understand,” I replied, my voice steady. “I’ll do my best to ensure Francesca feels safe.” He nodded, a flicker of approval crossing his features. “

(NFTMB) Chapter 91 Alessandro (Green Eyed Monster) Horror. Absolute shock. What is happening to me? Why does everyone get away with deceiving me? I feel useless and as dumb as a bitch. Can I ever get anything right? Why do I always get used by people? I'm a dumb mafia boss. A very dumb mafia boss. Possibly the worst mafia boss in history. With each wave of hatred and self torture, I downed yet another glass of whisky down with great force.

she stopped. She remembered the newspaper she had read when she was ten. With the captions Ricci’s strikes again? Over the picture of Cassie’s house covered in flames and the people who died in the massacre. Cassie grabbed the file the headmistress gave her, with trembling hands. As she looked to her employer, she couldn’t believe her eyes, “The Ricci Mafia?” Was she going to be the nanny for the person who possibly murdered her parents? “It’s a great offer. But it will not be as easy as you think. Don’t take it, Cassie,” said the Headmistress, walking towards Cassie, “I am bound to convey the offer, but I urge you to refuse.” She grabbed Cassie’s hands.

Kade instructed, pointing to the leather armchair near the hearth. I sat down, pulling my legs up under the shirt. Kade grabbed another towel and stood behind the chair. He started to towel-dry my hair, rubbing the strands between the fabric. There was a soft knock at the door. "Come in," Kade called out, not stopping. The door opened and Mrs. Halloway walked in carrying a silver tray. She looked from me to Kade, her eyes widening slightly at the sight of the Mafia King drying his nanny's hair, but she didn't say anything.

“You want me to bug a mafia don’s house by babysitting?” “We want you to be his most trusted employee. The nanny has access to the entire household. The private study, the dinner table, the pillow talk if he’s stupid enough to have anyone over.” Carter’s gaze was flat. “Your mission is to embed, observe, and relay any financial ledgers, meeting details, or chain of command you can find. The ultimate goal is the location of the offshore accounts. We collapse the money, we collapse the family.” I traced the photo of little Luca. He had a smudge of what looked like chocolate on his cheek. “And the children?”

I was completely wowed and thrown aback because when I was first taken by Nate and his men to his house, I was stunned at how beautiful the place was. But then now that I see this, this place was much more beautiful. Everything was in place and I wondered why it was built in that kind of area in the first place. Then seeing everything like this I also thought to myself how Nate made his money. I was completely ignorant to the outside world and the mafia lifestyle but seeing all this I can imagine why Lisa warned me not to go close to Nate or even have anything to do with him. She always said that Nate was a mafia and he had a lot of dirty businesses apart from his construction company.

He didn't catch me unlike last time but yet I felt so scared because he was a freaking mafia boss which meant that he could do literally anything to me and that meant killing me in one go I couldn't bear it just the thought of death terrified me and yet I rotlsnr escape from this place that wasn't even sure if I would ever come out alive and I didn't even know what to do next but one thing was for sure, I was going to keep my mouth shut bro increase my chances of living. " Mia," I suddenly heard shooting me back to reality. I turned to see moa dressed in her normal maid's attire with her hair ties up into a pony tail. She looked all vibrant this morning with a charming smile that I wondered

“Everything is so messed up.” Tears gush down my face and Sunny comes over to embrace me. “Everything would be alright.” “I knew that getting into this mafia would entail some kind of pain but I just can’t seem to handle all these ups and downs.” I say through tears. Sunny nods and comforts me. “When I joined the mafia, I was also scared and thought that there was no way I could summon courage and strength to face the world.” She continues. “You’re not weak Yanna, this is a smart move you took.”

He is a TRILLIONAIRE! Not only that, but he is also a Mafia boss. However, surprisingly, his mafia doesn't engage in killing like other criminal organizations. Instead, he protects people, which has earned him many enemies, or so I've heard. To be honest, I don't know much about him, and I have never really bothered to find out. This is because of what happened between us five years ago, on my birthday. Jessica and I made a pact to get extremely drunk on our 20th birthday. It was on that day that I met Bryan for the first time. Despite being my brother's best friend, I had never crossed paths with him before, unlike Jessica, who had spent a lot of time with him while growing up. This was bef