Novel & Cerita The Mafias Hidden Princess

Her panic vanished, replaced by a scornful laugh. "Miss Aria? Her?" Brenda scoffed, pointing at me as if I were a piece of garbage. "Are you blind? Look at her! Dressed like a bricklayer who just crawled out of a sewer. The real Miss Moretti is a princess. She wears designer clothes, not this trash. This liar is trying to trick you!" Though my body was shaking uncontrollably from the cold, I met her gaze. The Moretti ice in my eyes could have frozen hell over.

"Leonardo Moretti was born in Florence three years ago. His birth certificate lists Isabella as his mother, but there's no information about the father." Alessandro opened the folder. "Who registered the birth?" "Isabella herself." "And the hospital records?" "Still being investigated." Alessandro studied the document. "She returned to Italy recently, after three years abroad. She has no husband, no known partner, and no explanation for the child's father." Marco hesitated. "Alessandro, perhaps you should consider the possibility that she simply doesn't want to discuss her personal life." The Mafia boss looked up. "Do you think I'm interested in her personal life?"

Mika Vladimir spent eighteen years hidden in a foster home, kept secret from the world to protect her father's empire. Two months after he finally announces her existence, someone tries to put a bullet through her head. Her father's answer is a new bodyguard: Elsa Jean, cold, controlling, and far too good at her job. Mika wants her gone. Then a second attack leaves Elsa bleeding on a hotel floor, and Mika finds an ID card with another name on it, plus a locket that Elsa clearly never wanted anyone to see. Her father is guarding secrets of his own. The trail may lead to the woman who gave Mika life and then cursed her for it, but nothing is confirmed, and everyone around her is lyin

The year I went missing, I met a fortune-teller who said I was destined for wealth and power. After that, two mafia families claimed me as their daughter, one after another. The fake princess of the first family stabbed herself and framed me for it. I played the wounded victim and walked away with half of their smuggling and money-laundering network as compensation. The fake princess of the second family framed me as a traitor who had leaked secrets to the enemy. I turned her trap against her, flushed out a nest of real moles, and took over the core of the family's gunrunning operation. Only after a DNA test did I learn that I was the princess of Sicily's most powerful mafia family. At my we

Grabbing my hidden pistol and tucking it safely into my holster located under my jacket, I quickly dashed down the stairs. I stood in awe as I took in the sight before me. Standing there were the two sets of twins, Isaac and Landon, and Liam and Parker. They all wore huge grins when they saw me. "Ma found out enough. Time to take you home, little sis." Isaac spoke just as a guy came from behind. The four of them glared as the right-hand grabbed me across my shoulders in a feeble attempt to use me as a shield. "Let her go." Isaac's voice grew into a growl and was dripping with menace. I, on the other hand, rolled my eyes and flung my head back as hard as I could. I winced when I came in conta

Damien's POV: ‘No wonder why they felt so familiar. Well, then that means that those rumors are true.’ I leaned back taking couple of steps backward while continuing to look at her as she appeared to be zoning out while staring at a blank space. ‘Then, it is Grusha Aslanov. The princess of the mob. And the heir of the Aslanov mafia. And now the only heir. Additionally, the daughter of Amalia Bernadi; late mafia queen.’ I had had a few brief encounters with her before she passed away when I was a child, but I had heared enough to be aware that she was the only woman who took over the mafia world. Rumors said that she passed away while giving birth, but no one said anything about the baby. Whi

Because, deep down, the Mafia is nothing but business seasoned with a little fire and blood. But for now, all I could do was wait for my "signal" to enter the field. And he appeared in a beautiful emerald silk dress and shoes of the purest leather. Amelia manages to surprise more and more in her looks, possibly gifts from the man she claims to have an affair with. And if she could make him fall hopelessly in love with her, this man could easily buy the whole of Paris for Amelia. So why does she still prefer hidden ways to get more money?

I asked Alessandro. "In that folder is information on our Princess." My eldest son Alessandro said which made me picked up the folder then opened it and immediately saw a picture of her. She looks go grown and beautiful. Her and Luca are definitely twins, they're literally a replica of each other but in different genders. "You finally found our Principessa?" I asked staring at the picture that was in the folder. (Principessa- Princess) "Yes, and she lives here in New York but she's also secretive because there's barely anything on her other than adoptive parents," Alessandro said looking at me with a blank expression.

It made me feel a bit safe. I slid into the skimpy dress Maria gave me, and I felt and looked absolutely sexy. I stared at myself in the mirror for a long time, and it was perfect. You know that "love at first sight" feeling you have with an outfit you just wore? That was exactly how I felt. But deep down, I felt my belly tie to a knot because I didn't know what it would be like stripping for the Mafian King himself. "You'll be fine, don't worry. I have never heard he hurt a woman,"

I take a deep breath and nod. Sebastian Ferreira, better known as Dio, is the biggest mafia boss in Rome. He's in charge of most of Europe and he has some strong ties with the Mexican mafia as well. Everything that's happening in the city right now has something to do with him. And his presence in Rome means it's going to get even more dangerous out here.