The Mafias Hidden Princess Novels & Stories

When I was wedded to him, I stopped my dreams to save my father's company too. And Sebastian... I happened to save him after he yielded a gunshot. No doctors helped him after learning he was the heir of Noir de Costas, an infamous syndicate group, known to be the government's lapdogs. "I can make his life difficult for you," he whispered with a curl on his lips. "Or I can simply make him disappear for you, princess." "There's no fun in that, isn't there? And don't call me princess." "Why not, kitten? You are but a stray with no owner. You should have left with me when you had the chance, Kierra."

I already knew where she was heading with this, and dread clawed up my spine. Granny’s eyes sharpened. “Mia, you ain’t saying anything. Neither is Kraven. I really want to know. You mean Giovanni of the Mafia? What does Kraven have to do with them in the first place?” My lips parted, but no sound came. Shame clamped my throat shut. Her gaze burned into me, demanding an answer I couldn’t form. “Wait! Wait!” She lurched forward, pointing a shaky finger straight at Kraven. “You mean this—” her hand trembled, “you mean this is Kraven of the Astor Mafia Empire?”

she murmured to herself angrily. Heaving a sigh, she threw her designer handbag onto the velvet chaise lounge and collapsed onto the king-sized bed, arms spread like a queen resting after a tiresome affair. The silk sheets whispered beneath her, but they offered little comfort. Beatrice Sandoval was the crowned jewel of the Sandoval family, a model whose beauty graced the covers of international magazines. The cameras adored her, the world admired her, and the underground world feared her. But behind the flashes of the paparazzi, beyond the high-fashion runways, Beatrice exerted power in the shadows. She was a Mafia princess, a woman who bent fate to her will.

It is a monumental task, but I know my woman she will not stop until she stops them all together. They have enlisted the help of the Mafia Queen Cassandria DeAngelis. She was the first female Donna. She and her husband, Matteo DeAngelis, rule over every crime family in the criminal underworld. That includes not only the mafia but expands to the Triads and the Yakuza as well.

I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him. With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. “Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.” I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision. Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.

That’s probably why it stood out. The morning at the pool, the Mafia princess scanned Padre, Reinaldo, and me like she’d stepped on better things. When I learned she was married to that asshole Rocco, I felt sorry for her. She was supposed to be a princess, and if I was going to go with fairy-tale analogies, she’d ended up with a frog.

"For you, I let the world believe I was dead." "To be with you, I gave up my identity, my status, everything." Her voice started to tremble. "I thought that would be enough to earn your love." My eyes widened. I finally understood everything. No wonder she was always so mysterious. No wonder she was so capable. No wonder she could do so much for me. She was the Rossi princess. The princess of the oldest, most powerful mafia family in Chicago. "Aurelia..." I reached out a trembling hand. "I didn't know... I never knew..."

Isabella pressed trembling fingers against her lips as emotion crashed violently through her chest again. How had everything spiraled this badly? Just weeks ago her biggest worries had been school assignments, social drama, and figuring out her relationship with Alessandro Valenti. Now? Now she was hiding inside a secret house with his father, one of the most feared mafia kings in the country while rival families hunted her existence. Gunmen. Blood. Threats. Death. Her eyes squeezed shut painfully. “No…” A broken sound escaped her throat, as she truly let herself think about it. Really think about it.

In his study, I found shelves of files and a locked drawer. On his desk was a single framed photo — old, slightly faded. It showed a younger Zephyr shaking hands with an older man who looked important. Behind them stood a beautiful woman in an elegant gown, smiling at the camera. My stomach dropped. Was that her? The mafia princess he was supposed to marry? I picked up the photo with trembling hands. The date on the back was six months before I met him. My mind raced back to that horrible morning five years ago — the conversation I’d overheard between his men about the arranged marriage and how any outside child would be eliminated.

Her eyes were so wide that I thought her sockets would pop off. “Okay, your friends are slow.” Sofia said replying before I could.” I’m here because this is my father’s estate.” “What?” “What?” Raina and Maggie asked once. “Wait.. Maggie said, this is the Russo estate…She’s Sofia Russo the Russo heir… And you’re…… Ah.” She gasped with her hands over her mouth.” “The hidden mafia princess.” Raina finished for her. “I think it’s time you girls…” I was still talking when the door was yanked open.