The Mafias Hidden Princess Novels & Stories

“Life has been hard in Switzerland. I didn’t have enough money to pursue my art. Then I learn that my father wasn’t my real father. My real father has been in jail because of his involvement in the mob. I had to quit school. And because of that I came to know my boss. Since then I had been used as a tool.” Right, he travels the world as a musician. It would be easier for him to get jobs done without raising suspicion. “My boss doesn’t have that much ambition. He’s content of how he runs our clan in Switzerland. Until I met Luciano. He plans to take over New York. And he can’t do that with the Russians controlling the business.” “You already knew who I was even before we met?” I asked him, al

I asked, jerking up and covering my boobs with my hands to hide my naked body from their gaze. "Where am I?" I asked again, looking around the huge room. I tried to recollect what happened, then it clicked. Mr Peterson's Harem, the mafia world. Mr Peterson was a Mafia. An enemy of my father and it is me, I am the princess they were looking for. I'm done for if they ever find out. The mere thoughts alone made me shiver.

What trickery is this? “United front, remember?” he whispers with a smile, showing off his perfect set of teeth. I can’t help but get a flashback of a conversation I had with my brother five years ago. ~~~~It’s not fair on humankind! You and Leo should be ugly with a disgusting scar on your faces like the horrible mafia heirs in movies~~~~ Nikita Davi. ~~~~Drop-dead gorgeous should not be a label for a mafia princess either, little sis~~~~ Jake Davi responded with a grin.

- I present to you the monster forged and created by the Devil himself - I opened a smile in the corner. They finally seem to understand that what Stefano had done to me in recent years was not something so banal, the dedicated, happy, and obedient wife at family parties was just a facade. Their gazes meet in silent exchanges that I recognize, even after so long away from each other, not physically, but we were separated by mafia laws, yet, I recognize what is happening in each look. The empty shell molded to support her needs, the trophy of her conquests to be displayed in public, the marks across my body not visible so no one would suspect that one of the mafia princesses was treated like

I angrily told him but he just laughed at me, I even saw the driver smiling. I snorted. This is the real me. I'm not that pathetic to yell at the maids or act rudely at them. I've got a reason for every move I make. I'm actually careless and carefree in front of those who I trust. In that house, they are all aware that I'm the hidden princess but only few knew that I'm the hidden princess of our country. They thought I'm a fool for not knowing my identity. But they didn't know that they are the fool one, being fooled by me.

I muttered but she didn't hear me her gaze was lazer focused on her father. "Where are the damn files I asked for?" Don Carlos snarled. "Here." she responded darting around me with the arm full of files I only noticed now were clutched to her chest. "No, fuck no" my wolf grumbled in our mind link. As Giovanna rushed towards the Don with what he wanted. "Oh yes." I responded to the link. " Our mate is the damn Mafia Princess." I added as he sulked off into the depts of my mind.

I explained to Sonia what had happened and she sighed with her hand over her face. "Of course, you don't lie to me, you only withhold. I believe you but one thing you must understand is that Sofia did not leave because of that" "Did you listen to a word I said? She caught--" "Sofia is the Mafia Princess" Sonia suddenly interrupted me and my eyes dimmed in confusion, "What? What's that supposed to mean?" My runner looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Sofia is the long-lost Di Marco Princess"

My heart stopped. “Watch where you’re going,” the all-too-familiar voice of Sabrina sneered. Before I could react, she had grabbed my jacket, pulling me close, her eyes narrowing. “There's no need to hide it,” she whispered, her voice dripping with malicious glee. “I know all about your little secret.” Panic gripped me. “Please, Sabrina,” I begged, my voice trembling. “You can’t tell anyone.” A cruel smile spread across her face. “Oh, I won’t. But it’ll cost you. From now on, you’re my little servant. My errand girl. Do as I say, and maybe, just maybe, I won’t spill your precious secret.”

Prince’s voice was soothing over the phone, “she's the prized weapon of the Volkov family. Do you know how they've always been secretive about their last daughter? No one even knows what she looks like until today.” “And why is that?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer. Most mafia fathers always keep their daughters locked up and away from the public eye. They were, after all, mafia princesses that’d be married off to solidify businesses and forge relationships when they were of age so they needed to be protected. I guessed she was one of the mafia princesses who knew nothing about the business and she had the fucking nerve to challenge me? Now, I was really going to have to show

Her words echo inside of my brain, giving me to place to hide as the anger behind her words overtook me like the crashing and restless waves of the ocean. Stella is the mafia princess. She is the woman that the criminal underworld has been in an uproar about for over twenty years. Her identity has remained a mystery and she has only appeared in recent events, always wearing a mask to cover her beauty. Well…I suppose she does not need to wear a mask any longer since she is no longer hiding her mafia identity from me anymore. Or is the selfish of me to ask and wonder about? She clearly does not think of my motives and emotions anymore so why does it even matter, right?