Novel & Cerita The Mafias Hidden Princess

My father, Don Vincenzo Cassano, added me to a private group chat. "La Famiglia." It was an accident. There were only three other people in it. My father. My mother. And a strange woman he had saved as "Our Treasure." They were planning a party for her. A lavish birthday party. And tomorrow? Tomorrow was my birthday. The tenth one in a row they’d forgotten. My mother’s text: "The ballroom must be draped in crystal. Make her a real princess." My father sent a wire. "Money is no object. Just don't let Aurelia find out. We don't need the drama." I screenshotted everything. A bitter sting in my chest. Fine. If they don’t love me, I'll burn their little stage to the ground. Just then, my brother

I start letting myself believe that it’s a nightmare and I will wake up soon. And though I’m the Mafia's princess, I feel anything but royalty. I would give it all up just to hold my husband once more. The words that Bianca said earlier come rushing back. How am I going to deal with this? They say the road to hell is paved with good intentions. But I wonder what they would say revenge leads to?

Perhaps it can just be a car that is going in the same direction, but I am pretty sure that a black Mercedes constitutes as a car that you truly need to keep your eyes out for in this nasty big old Mafia world. Has the danger come to Trinity’s doorstep as we always thought? “Princess, there is a change of plans; we are going to my place.” Now the girl gets a smile wider than her face can carry, ya…I know what she is thinking, and honey, it ain't happening. So without having to alarm her, I make the shit poor ass excuse up that I need to get some things from home, when in fact, I need to get my hands on some more firepower than what I have. I don’t want to fucking spook the girl.

Princes bridge that's near where Leah and I lived. "Wait pause!" I said to Bryan when I saw something familiar in the crime scene. He zoomed in as I directed and when I got a clear view it was him! the strange man I served at Leah's shop last week, he was putting on exactly what he wore on that day. Was he the one that killed Mr. Pitt? He must be a serial killer or something. "That's him "I said to Bryan.

“So, Kingston… Now, do you see?” Kingston shook his head. “Who the hell took those pictures?” “I’m sure YOU had someone do it,” Queen Dorothea yelled fiercely. “Cut the theatrics, Mr. Rossdale! We are not stupid! You had a hidden agenda the moment you walked inside this palace. You wanted your moment of fame. You couldn’t be satisfied being her bodyguard only. You had to sleep with our innocent daughter! The Crown Princess of Deltora. You ruined her! You ruined our daughter for life!”

she was trembling, “It's not like I'm important, no one would miss me anyway, my parents are too busy sniffing…” “That's not the point.” “Then what is?” I stood up and removed my clothes, “The point is the man has ties to the mafia, didn't you know this?” “Why would I ?” I placed my t-shirt over my head. “I forgot you don't pay attention to anything but your fool of an ex I*******m.” “Hey…” I threw the pillow at her, “Keeping it real, now let's go downstairs and celebrate the fact that you still have your life.” She dragged me by the hand.

The sound of her scream echoed through the large room, causing several mafiosos on duty, the chef, and the head aunt to come running into the living room. “Principessa, what just happened?” One of the mafiosos asked worriedly seeing their boss's daughter sprawled on the carpet. “No... nothing... hehe I'm fine, all of you can go back to work again now...hush..hush!” The young woman endured embarrassment, until her face turned red because it made many people run to her. Bianca breathed a sigh of relief that no one saw her when she fell. “Ehem… Principessa, did you fall while wearing those heels?” A voice from her left side made her turn her head towards the middle-aged woman with neatly curled

His dark eyes searched mine, and I had to fight not to look away. “Is that what you truly believe? Or are you hoping to convince me.” He whispered. “I’ve known my place in that family since I was born, what I just told you is the truth.” “That's not the truth Eleanor. The truth is that you're a woman and not just any woman, you're a mafia princess. You're precious to them, they are trained to protect you, it's drilled into them from the moment they are born before they even become made men. As made men we live on two things, honor and pride and their honor dictates that they keep you safe and they have failed at that so every second that you are here with me, the shame of their failure eats

She was dressed in a modest but ill-fitting white dress that ended just above her knees, hiding her curvaceous body. Her eyes were the color of my favorite whiskey and flecks of green, framed by lashes that cast delicate shadows on her porcelain skin. With her hair hanging loose over one shoulder, I wondered how it would feel to wrap it around my fist and pull. In that instant, it felt like my heart skipped a beat; the intense, iron-clad certainty of my plan seemed to waver, faltering under the weight of Lucia’s unexpected innocence. She’s a Mafia princess and I’ve fucked plenty of them, so why doesn’t she have that same arrogance to her?

She said with a sinister smile, shaking her head proudly she said, "But here is a secret that it's was me who was targeting my brother's mens. I was always hinting about my location so that he could easily search me. I took a lot of pain in the past due to that SLUT, How dare she ? WHatever I eyed became mine and she eyed what's mine. How can I spare her MOM?” “We are the highest in the familia’s if we can't save ours, then how can we hold others' lives?” “That's the point MOM! I am Alberto. Princess of the highest ranked Mafia Family and a tiny slut can’t snatch my prey let alone my love.” “Tell me everything love, I want to hear my beautiful daughter’s Love story.” Chiara smiled shyly .“OK