The Mafias Hidden Princess Novels & Stories

As the only daughter of Ilias Dimitrou, I’m next in line to become the head of the Italian mafia. I’m getting good at putting on an act while I learn everything I need to know about the organization, but behind closed doors, I’m terrified. If my father’s men catch a whiff of my fear, they’ll rip me apart. Before I’m able to take over from my father, we’re attacked. I have to depend on my newly formed alliance to come to the rescue while I fight with every ounce of strength in my body to stay alive. I end up being guarded by Antonio Bernadi. For some reason, the damaged sniper refuses to leave my side, and I find myself becoming more and more dependent on him. He follows me like a dead

In the soft glow of the nightlight, she looked so delicate, so entirely innocent. I leaned against the doorframe, a soft sigh escaping my lips. When I first arrived at this compound, I saw her as Lucia the spoiled, bratty Mafia Princess who dumped orange juice on my clothes and threw rubber spiders in my face. I had disliked her instantly. Now? Now I saw a helpless five-year-old caught in the center of an underworld war—a child whose father was a ruthless mob boss trying to break down the doors, whose uncle was a ruthless Don holding the line, and whose grandfather had orchestrated the destruction of her family before she took her first breath.

Their love/hate relationship will start off with an unforgettable night, a pinch of revenge, a swirl of pranks here and there, and a whole lot of white lies and secrets. NOW HERE IS THEIR PARENTS STORY, IT'S CALLED (MY FIRST, MY LAST, MY EVERYTHING). HERE'S THE PLOT; Gabriella Merliah Antonio, a 24 year old beautiful, hottest, badass female Mafia Donna that leads the most powerful, Royal Mafia in whole of Mexico and America called 'The Royals'.

Did he just say that? "Marco De Luca will definitely let you into his chamber with that look." He said, making me cringe. He walked over to me and touched my hair. I don't know what he was doing since I was busy drooling due to the closeness. He kept touching my hair as if arranging loose strands and it was a sweet sensation. Then he stepped behind and looked me in the eye. "Your name is Alexandria Mae. You're the only daughter of Gian Mae. You've always had a thing for him, Marco and you want to have a taste of him tonight. He'll take you to his room, tell him you want to spice things up, ask him to show you the LION cause you heard from your father that it is the new merchandise in the mar

She seemed to have no limits on what she would do or allowed to be done to her in this club. Katia was a gorgeous girl. A thoroughbred with blonde hair which hadn’t come from a bottle, sweet freckles, and whole virgin girl next door look about her. She had a background in ballet and gymnastics, had even come from money. Until she whored around, partied too hard, and got disowned by her wealthy, aristocrat family. And the top of the irony cake, was her brother Claudius, the heir and golden child, hit this club up more times than a Granny bakes cookies. And there was that whole her family’s ties to the Italian Mafia thing, but no one really talked about it. She was a fallen Mafia princess, mo

Tall, heavy muscled, and as attractive as a big jar of melted chocolate with strawberries and cream on the side. The three of them will enjoy watching the boys striptease. "Do you think she will like this?" Lizzie whispered nervously in her left ear. The mafia princess's chin tilted in her direction. She frowned. Damn! The doctor was as naive as they come. How? She was sure she had seen a lot of bodies - alive and dead- during her tenure in the medical field but her eyes... The depths of her hidden emotions were insane. This was definitely something to ponder on later.

"Please, enlighten me. Your father will kill me when he knows what? That his daughter spreads her legs easily for anyone? Let's not lie to each other. You and I both know I am not your first. Besides, now that we are talking about it, how many had a round with you before me today?" "I am a princess of..." she starts to rant before I place my hand on her lips. I let my fingers sink into her cheeks, and I hear her let out a small cry of pain. "Mafia princesses remain virgins for their husbands. They are jealously guarded and live like fucking recluses within the walls of their house. You do not hear them. They are discreet, elegant, submissive, and educated to satisfy the needs of the Family.

He scratched the back of his head, "There's one more thing you need to see." I raised my eyebrow at him, "I'm sick and tired of all of you guys just not telling me what you're hiding! Maybe I should start killing people who hide stuff from me!" I yelled. Anthony gulped, and his eyes were wide. Good. He should be terrified of me, I'm a mafia leader, after all. Nothing in this world will terrify me. All except Melody. "I'm sorry, sir. I just think that you wouldn't believe me if I told you."

Ignoring all of the winks, waves and wolf whistles from the passing flock, I zeroed in on ensuring that we were still safe, still unrecognizable to all the men our father had posted everywhere. The expanse of his network is exhausting and annoying, most especially when you've snuck out and are certainly not supposed to be in a burlesque-esque club in downtown Brooklyn. Because we are the pure princesses, fated to be married off to some dangerous bastard or the other. God forbid Massimo Rinaldi's daughters' purity was questioned. That was, after all, the most important selling point to these narrow-minded bastards- Virgin Brides. I rolled my eyes at the very thought, the usual disgust washing

The truth being she's been fucking around with one of his enemies who she now feels a tragic emotion she names love and oh, she is forty percent sure she has procreated with the man. This is the truth she has dared to admit to not only our father but the her murderous fiance. Father might not kill her but her fiance will, he is very vengeful and she has crossed him in a way no man in our world can tolerate. Maybe she has lived as the millionaire's daughter so long that she forgot it was an act. She is a mafia princess, we do as we are told and wait until you're an asset to the family. Maybe it's just I that is an asset because Sofia has always been their daughter, nothing else.