The Mafia Princess Seven Overprotective Brothers 소설 & 이야기

I turn her around and find the worry that is reflected in her eyes, “What is it that you wish to do?” “Well, this might sound rather messed up, but in a way, I wish to live up to the legacy of the Stone Crime Family.” Then she pauses for a brief while. “My dad was the best damn Mafia Boss that you could find.” “That I do not doubt for one second.” And with that, the choice is being made, even though I wish not for it to be, it is done and said. “Princess, then you shall take your rightful place at the top where you are supposed to be.”

I said "you wanted out, so I gave you out," he said and started eating from the cookies on the table. "you made these yourself, right?" he asked. "Yeah, but let me guess now you want me in again, am I right dad?" I said knowing the answer already. "to be honest, yes I mean you're still the Mafia Princess." my dad said and when I was about to answer the doorbell rang I went and opened the door. "good evening, Tasha." Alexander was standing with his father and sister.

Not knowing that Lucus had three actual brothers besides Alex, Tony and Grant, who were his brothers by blood. “Yes, Three. You see, when I was young, Roberto had taken away my firsts. My first relationship, my first kiss, even my first time being intimate with a man. Roberto was the man I had first lost my virginity to and for that I loathed him. Did I ever forgive him? Sure. I did gradually over time, coming to terms that while that man had robbed me of basically everything, could still manage to make me feel safe and loved. And being so young I was always a hot mess of emotions. From being naive to being groomed, it was my duty as the Mafia Queen to produce heirs. And as women being born

I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him. With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. “Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.” I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision. Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.

“Don Diego has been in the mafia all his life. It doesn’t take chocolates and candies to become the mafia Don of a family as huge as the Gonzalez family.” He leaned back into his seat and placed a hand on his steering wheel. “We’ve got more enemies than friends. He’s got enemies that used to hate his dad but now hate him, and he doesn’t even know what disagreement happened between them. “But every single time we’re attacked, he doesn’t shy away from the battlefield, he leads it. Every scar on his body, he earned it. They are the prices for every battle he has won.”

My brother lay in a growing pool of red, his chest shuddering once, twice, then still. Giovanni brushed his suit jacket, wiping Jack’s blood from his collar like it was a speck of dust. His grin returned, wider, crueler. “And there ends the story of the unworthy heir.” A sound tore from my throat—half snarl, half roar. I didn’t recognize it as mine until I realized my fists were bleeding from where I’d slammed them into the table. “You killed my brother.” Giovanni tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Correction, Kraven. He killed himself the moment he betrayed you as the Mafia's law implies that no one betrays his own brother or else will be killed. I just accelerated the process.”

“Do you have siblings?” “I have a brother, Marco, who’s thirteen, and a sister, Marcella, who’s seven,” Isabella told me. “Your dad seems nice,” I stated. “He can be, unless you’re his enemy,” Isabella said sheepishly. I chuckled, “Does he have many enemies?” “Yes,” Isabella stated bluntly. I was taken aback. It must have shown on my face because Isabella started to spill her truth. “I’m a mafia princess, Zander,” Isabella advised. “My dad is a mafia don. Does that scare you, Zander?”

“Listen, baby girl, you know this isn’t right, don’t you?” “Well, yes, in a way. But honestly, I don’t care, Seb. I’ve wanted you for so long, and now that I finally have you… I just hope it lasts,” she says, her eyes glistening with emotion. “Yes, it’s very wrong. We’re step-siblings, and I’m meant to protect you. Plus, I’m involved in the mafia, and it’s a dangerous world we navigate,” I explain slowly, unsure of how she’ll react.

I was in the living room, handling some work, and casually asked the smart assistant to play some music. "Alexa, play some jazz." "Sure. By the way, just a reminder—four days from now, at ten in the morning, you're scheduled to accompany Sienna to her prenatal checkup." My hand froze midair. My name is Victoria. And I'm not pregnant. Jonathan was walking out of the bathroom, towel-drying his hair. He saw the look on my face and pulled me into his arms. "What's wrong, sweetheart?" I casually darkened my phone screen and smiled. "Nothing. Just a little tired." Jonathan kissed my forehead, his eyes tender and full of love. "Go get some sleep. Don't miss your birthday party tomorrow—you're the s

Shivers run down on my spine, just by remembering her intimidating look that time. “King? The underworld mafia king?” a voice came from behind us and turned to see my dad and brother standing on the doorway. “Hm…Yes. The underworld mafia leader of 'Dark Knights'.” I said, nodding my head. “Dude, are you freaking serious? you like mafia princess! MAFIA PRINCESS?” Adrian shouted, holding my shoulders and shaking me. “I..I didn't say that I..I …lik…like her.” I said and closed my eyes in embarrassment.