The Secret Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

"Did you really think I didn't know your little secret?" "You were never an adopted daughter." "You're the bastard child of Angelo Moretti and some street whore he knocked up, aren't you?" Fiona's eyes went wide with terror. Her whole body went rigid. "You… how did you know…" “Secrets don’t stay buried forever.” I patted her pale, cold cheek. "Enjoy what little time you have left in luxury, my dear, dear sister." With a nod, I had the guards throw her out like the trash she was.

Blurb Serafina Ferraro was born from an affair and raised like trash nobody wanted to throw out. Her stepmother hated her. Her sister mocked her. And Nico Caruso, the man she gave up everything for, drugged her and tried to sell her body to his boss. "You belong to me," Nico snarled, gripping her jaw. "You are like a stray dog. You bite, so you get smacked until you learn to sit still." Then a stranger kicked the door open. "I could have sworn I heard a damsel in distress," Dante Valentino said, calm as ice. He is not a hero. He is the illegitimate son of a powerful family, with his own war to fight. He does not save her out of kindness. "Do you want revenge?" he asked. She trains. Sh

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.

"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..."

I am the most secret Principessa of the Sicilian "Shepherd" Mafia. For my safety, my identity was a closely guarded secret since birth. I lived in the shadows, leaving the outside world entirely ignorant of my true standing. Most of the time, I stayed in our family's fortress deep in Sicilian countryside, secretly handling European mafia affairs. When I came of age, my family arranged a marriage to the heir of the "Lion" family, Matteo Leonardo. The "Lion" family is a rising power in the Naples region, with businesses ranging from port smuggling to casinos and hotels.

But there’s no time. “What do we know about the niece?” I ask as we climb into the car. “Not much. She’s eighteen, a senior in high school. Red hair, blue eyes.” “Anything else?” “Straight A’s. Doesn’t date.” “Doesn’t date?” I raise a brow. “Yup. No boyfriend. No drama.” What teenage girl in America doesn’t date? Weird. But she’s a mafia princess, so maybe not that weird. We arrive at Sal’s house around 3 p.m.

But then the camera zoomed lower, and my breath caught because the white queen symbol beneath the crown had been crossed out aggressively, as if someone wanted to erase her importance. Rosanna lifted her head slowly and smiled, an expression that did not belong on a hostage. Then Maximo’s voice filled the room. “The queen was never the target.” The camera turned. And my blood turned to ice. Because bound behind Rosanna, bruised, bleeding, but unmistakably alive, was Ivan’s mother. Benita Bravona. Ivan stepped forward like he couldn’t control his own body. His voice came out broken. “No.” Daniil’s hand tightened around the chess king until his knuckles turned white.

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

"How do you know about all the mafia details? He asked me. I already expected this question and that is exactly why I told that my name was Addilyn. "Sorry. I forgot to introduce myself officially. I am Addilyn Garcia. The American mafia princess. It was nice to meet you." I told him sarcastically. At least it was sarcastic to me. If my brothers may have heard this, they would probably laugh and spit at me. And then they would straight out reject that I am their family. "You are an American mafia princess?" He asked me a little bit of surprise, notable in his voice. "Yes" I answered to his question as we continued to walk in this maze of a mansion.

6 million dollars. "You can ask the doctor. She is my twin and without proper treatment she will-" "You seem to think I care. What is it to me if she doesn't make it?" He gives her a genuine side glance. Mateo was appointed the Mafia prince title for a good reason. He knew what investments to make, how to double them and what missions to follow through with. Not once had he let down the organisation by making foolish mistakes. The fact that this girl seemed to think he would choose to make them now, rubbed him off the wrong way. He prefers not to take on things he won't benefit from and at this particular moment, he saw nothing gainable.