The Mafias Hidden Princess Novels & Stories

“The good thing is no one knows about this. Just you and I except you plan to sell me out. My eyes narrowed waiting for her reaction at my words but she immediately sprang from her seat. Her interest could be ready through her facial expressions. “I will do no such thing. You know” “I trust you. But you know he planned the accident that got me on a wheelchair and Giorgio's kidnap. His plan was to eliminate the boy the next day before we showed up at the scene to rescue him”. I revealed to her at least she deserves to know the truth and my decision to keep everyone and everything a secret was entirely up to me for the safety of my respect and reputation beyond the Mafia world. Maria placed a

“At least I got what I deserved, a healthy, happy married life ahead of me unlike you who couldn't even find a match!” Valentina's eyes widened and nose fumed in anger at Mia’s taunt. She stopped seeking for Vladimir after seeing his true face. But the reality was that, even though she got scared of him, her heart still longed for the Bratva Pakhan VLADIMIR SOKOLOV. But hearing Mia's taunt Her ego reminded her of her hidden emotions. “Don't worry about my married life, Mia. I am The Princess of Italian Mafia. My husband wouldn't be any second-in-command but the Boss itself. When I get engaged, two kingdoms would be united!”

"I should just spread my legs, or bend over, suck your cock, and then pop out babies for you. Is that what I was made for as the Czarina of Rune's Society, am I not someone who should be standing by your side and ruling beside you?" I stood up and finally faced Alas. "I saw you kill people. I already know that you're the head of a dangerous organization, and even when it felt like I've already seen and know the worst about you. It still felt like you were hiding a lot of things from me. Why do you keep shutting me out, Alas? When I'm trying my best to understand you." "Tonight. I'm going to sell Aria to some fucking rich old man. She'll marry whoever buys her, and then the R.S. and her futur

His precious fucking mafia princess, Lucky Gianluca. I’ve been stalking him for longer than he even realizes, and boy when he discovers who I am and my connection he is going to be beside himself. The whole fucking lot of them will be shocked. There are some secrets that not even they know. It feels good to be so powerful over them and trust me I have waited many, many years for this.

The casino would be his, no strings attached. Evan must be thrilled. In just three days, our wedding will make everything his. I’m the only Bennett heiress. The sole heir to my father’s empire. And he really thought I’d settle for being another name on his list? Just a pawn in his game? Sadness didn’t even stand a chance. Fury burned it out fast. A plan was forming—bold, reckless, the kind you don’t even dare say out loud. I was going to leave Evan. But not just leave.

They must have all been there against their will like me. They were all ushered into another room one after the other and they never came back. We heard them being purchased and carried away screaming by their new owners. They all went in until I was the last one left. “For the main act…the Princess of the Sicilian Mafia. She’s a virgin too.” My heart thumped wildly. Everyone knew it was a fetish to fuck a Mafia Princess in the underground. A target had been put on my back. The most dangerous and ruthless men would buy me.

“I don’t care.” She blinked at me. “Not even a little?” “I – ugh,” I threw my head in my hands. I was getting tired of trying to hide my secrets. I kept forgetting who knew what and who was supposed to know what. Part of me knew this was my own fault. I was the one who said I didn’t want anyone to know I was the princess. I was the one who said I’d enroll in Alpha Academy. I didn’t know why the fuck I was still even here! All that was in my future was bedding the same men I’d been pushed upon the previous summer.

Then back up again—toward my most private area. Once his hands reached there, Luca snapped. “Enough!” His fist slammed against the table. My lips curled into a faint disgusted smile. So he was still pretending he cared? That I still had power over him? I was naïve to ever believe that. Those Mafia Made Men had no hearts. He was now chasing this Bratva princess for the benefits she brought. The girl was stunning. Her golden hair shone like a Barbie doll’s. No one would guess she was here to negotiate a weapons deal.

The moment he hung up, a second call came in. “The bank froze all of our accounts? The risk department received orders from above?” With a thud, the phone slipped out of his hand and fell onto the carpet, its screen shattering into a spiderweb of cracks. He stumbled backward and slumped limply against the bookshelf in utter defeat. I pulled a necklace out from my collar. The pendant was a family crest featuring a gold rose set against a black background. “Let me introduce myself. I’m Selena Capelli.” Leaning back against the desk, I stated my name calmly. “That is my real name, and I am the daughter of the Capelli mafia family.”

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.