Novel & Cerita The Mafias Hidden Princess

What would he have her do? The masked man watched her through the mirror as she was dragged across the room. “First things first,” he said, his voice smooth, like he had planned this all along. “We need a new identity for you.” Elizabeth’s eyes widened. A new identity? The realization hit her like a punch to the gut. He wasn’t just going to use her—he was going to erase her, turn her into someone else entirely. “Look at you,” he said, admiring her reflection. “Elizabeth—the Mafia princess, lost and broken. But not anymore. From now on, you’re someone new. Someone who doesn’t exist.”

--Cassie-- We were back home, and Dad still hadn’t told me anything about the mafia. Either he didn’t know much, or—worse—he was part of it. The thought sent a chill down my spine. Could my dad really be involved in the mafia? The idea seemed absurd, but the more I thought about it, the more it made a twisted kind of sense. If he was part of the mafia, what did that make me? A mafia princess. The realization hit me like a freight train. I was a freaking mafia princess. All my life, I’d been kept in the dark, oblivious to the danger that shadowed me. The thought left a bitter taste in my mouth.

Carla clutched her wounded wrist, pain and extreme terror making her tremble, but seeing Matteo's attitude, she grasped at a last straw. She struggled to speak, :"Mr. Leonardo... How could she possibly be the Principessa of that family? She must have used some trick... think about it, she was a nobody just moments ago! Look at her—she's plain, ordinary!, she definitely has something to hide! You can't trust them! " Matteo looked at Carla's "helpless" appearance, then back at my impassive face, and a fire of betrayal and denial reignited in him. He straightened up, the familiar, blinding arrogance returning to his handsome eyes.

I didn’t recognize that name at all. “Makris Drakos is the Mafia king of the Greek mafia. Your mother was a mafia princess—is a mafia princess since she went back. There are rumors that Makris is sick and none of his children want to take over. They want your mother to take his place.” I laughed thinking it was a joke but Emilio wasn’t smiling. He was dead serious. “No, my mother is not a mafia princess…” “She is. It took all my connections but I finally figured out why she was so hard to find. Her father is one of the most ruthless leaders in the world and if she was raised by him, she’s probably just like him.

Proper disguises usually took hours to apply, making it easy for them to identify her while her's remained put. Two mercenaries held Mia, a gun pressed against her waist. Although the gun was hidden under a piece of clothing draped over the mercenary's arm, Rory knew exactly what was underneath. Otherwise, Mia wouldn't be standing still, quietly waiting to be captured. As they led her back to the cruise ship, they passed by Fiona. She bit her lip and glanced at her but chose not to involve her, walking past her without a word. Rony stood to the side, watching the scene unfold, feeling a deep sense of conflict. But in the end, she couldn't just stand by and do nothing.

When she looked back… Alessio was already staring directly at her. He hadn’t heard the whisper. But he had seen the terror in her eyes. And for the first time… The Mafia King became certain of one thing. His wife wasn’t hiding an affair. She wasn’t hiding a crime. She was hiding something far more dangerous. Something… That even terrified her. End of Chapter 3

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

Orange light devoured three years of my life. I screamed and tried to rush forward, but Luca caught me and pinned me against his chest. "Be good for me. When the time is right, I'll give our child the Moretti name. I'll bring you back to the main house. We'll have everything we had before, only better." No, Luca. I was the only daughter of the Chairman of the High Mafia Commission. I was the sole heir of the Castellano family. I could never be your woman in the dark.

"Sebastians father was going to kill him, his brother, Luca. He was perfect for the role of being a mafia leader. At such a young age, he always seemed mature. But that was before we found out that his father was abusive. He beat his wife and children until they were almost dead. One day, Sebastians mother, Valeria tried to escape. She succeeded and gave the kids to us. Even though we were enemies, we were entrusted with her children. We were the only option she had. She gave them to us and I assume she went back to him. If a mafia leader wants to find you, you'll be found. It's inevitable. She had to go back. But she promised that she'd be back." He took a deep breath. Most mafias vow to ne

I'm ready to be myself again. His response was a single word: *Finally.* Elena climbed back into bed. This time, sleep came easily. Because for the first time in five years, she knew exactly who she was. Elena Vittoria Accardi. Mafia princess. Artist. Fighter. And she was done playing nice.