

It was Thanksgiving. Bianca, the former high school queen bee, was getting married. She sent an e-invite to our private school group chat, tagging everyone. I was going to ignore it. Then, she @’d me directly: "Alessia, I know you faked your wealthy background in high school to show off. But I'm the bigger person. I'll let you come tomorrow. See what a real mafia wedding looks like." Her minions quickly chimed in. "You're too generous, Bianca! No wonder you're marrying into the inner circle of the Castiglione family. You even forgave a vain fake like Alessia!" "Alessia? At a mansion wedding? She'll just humiliate herself if she shows up." The chat was filled with trash talk, but Bianca played the saint. "Let it go, guys. It's in the past. She has nothing anyway. Let's not be hard on her." Right on cue, everyone praised her noble heart. I lay in my husband's massive, cold bed. My fingertips traced the family crest on the silk sheets. His crest. The most feared mafia Godfather in North America. I let out a cold laugh. Back then, she stole my Vitali family name. She turned me, a real mafia princess, into a pathetic wannabe. She made me a target for bullying and humiliation. I opened the e-invite. My eyes narrowed. The venue was my family's estate in the Hamptons. And the groom in the photo looked awfully familiar. Short hair, hooked nose, a scar on his chin. Wasn't that Nico? My husband Rocco's driver? A slow smirk touched my lips. A bloodthirsty glint flashed in my eyes. I grabbed the burner phone Rocco left on the pillow. I texted his private number: "Your lapdog is acting up on my turf." Then I replied in the group chat: "Sure. I'll be there.

Arthur Arcadia is the unwanted son of a mafia heir, surviving brutal school bullying and underground fights to pay for his dying mother's treatment. When the father who abandoned him suddenly returns, Arthur discovers the truth: he is only being used for a suicide mission—to infiltrate a deadly underground casino and steal a ledger capable of destroying the criminal empire. There, he meets Chloe Falcone, the godfather's equally unwanted daughter. Together, two family outcasts fight their way through drug lords, betrayal, and bloodshed. Once treated as disposable pawns, they become the greatest threat to both families—and Arthur rises from forgotten bastard to the man who owns the empire.

After 18 years in seclusion, Faven Houston, the Madrina of the Mafia, had adopted four boys—Ethan, Lance, Zane, and Louis—carefully selected from an orphanage. She poured all her efforts into grooming them into business elites, hoping they would protect her gentle daughter, Vivian. 18 years later, Vivian was bullied at school. When she called for help, Faven discovered that the masterminds behind the abuse were none other than her four adopted sons. Driven by their infatuation with a girl named Laura, they had ganged up to humiliate Vivian: stripping her clothes, forcing her to kneel, stealing her project proposal, and even destroying her late grandmother’s keepsakes. Pushed beyond her limit, Faven dropped her benign facade. With one phone call, she summoned the heads of eight major clans, who knelt before her in unison, greeting their Madrina. The four adopted sons, who thought they held the reins of the family empire, finally realized everything they took pride in had been granted to them by this Mafia Madrina. Faven froze their assets and cut them off from all resources, leaving them destitute on the streets. Ironically, Laura, the white moonlight they had fought so hard to defend, was nothing but a greedy schemer. She quickly turned around and attached herself to a wealthy heir. In the end, the four ungrateful sons were sentenced to life imprisonment for embezzlement and murder. Vivian, under her mother's tutelage, grew into the new Madrina of the Mafia.

My Mafia Fiancé Chose His Childhood Sweetheart Over Me—But I’m the Mafia Princess For six years, Bianca Conti hides her true identity as the only daughter and heir of Europe’s most powerful mafia family. She wants Giovanni Vitale to love her for who she is—not for her name, her fortune, or the empire she will inherit. Behind the scenes, Bianca quietly funds Giovanni’s family, secures their European ports, and helps him rise as the Vitale heir. But Giovanni takes her devotion for granted. No matter how badly Bianca is hurt, he always chooses his childhood sweetheart, Carina—even when Bianca nearly dies from a severe allergic reaction. When Giovanni abandons her again on their wedding day, Bianca cancels the ceremony, leaves her engagement ring behind, and returns to the world she once gave up for love. The moment Bianca withdraws her secret support, the Vitale empire begins to collapse. Desperate for a new deal, Giovanni and his family arrive at a high-stakes negotiation—only to discover that the mysterious woman deciding their fate is Bianca herself. They thought she was an ordinary woman lucky enough to marry a mafia prince. They never knew she was the princess who built his kingdom.

In a world where power reigns supreme, a mysterious Emperor of the mafias must navigate betrayal, love, and loyalty as he fights to maintain his iron grip on the criminal underworld, all while keeping his true identity hidden from those closest to him.

Chloe is no ordinary real daughter. As the hidden ruler of a harbor empire, mercenary leader and Wall Street tycoon, all villains' powerful backers are her underlings. She takes revenge with ruthless financial and forceful strikes, crushing wealthy rivals effortlessly. The feared mafia lord Leo is utterly devoted to her, kneeling publicly and fighting fiercely for her. Facing capital wars, she bankrupts tycoons in minutes, ending the villains' extravagant wedding with a stunning, crushing trap.

Hydra’s founder Wanda gave up everything to save her dying husband. Ten years later, she returns—only to be humiliated by her son’s ruthless fiancée. With her family under attack, the true mafia queen awakens. She reclaims Hydra, crushes the Blood Hand, and shows the underworld who rules the night.

“I need your help to fake a private jet crash,” I said quietly. “It’s the only way I can ever leave Luca Moretti.” People said he’d given up the Mafia throne for me. They called him the man who traded power for love— the heir who walked away from blood and gold just to marry a waitress from the slums. For years, he made the world believe in us. He built empires under my name. He sent me roses every Monday. He told the press I was his salvation. But love doesn’t always mean loyalty. While I was busy believing in forever, he was building a second home behind my back— one filled with laughter, toys, and twin sons who had his eyes. The night I disappeared, his empire burned. He tore apart cities, bribed governments, and buried men alive just to find me. But by the time he did— I was already gone. And the woman he’d once died for no longer loved him enough to stay alive.

“I need your help to fake a private jet crash,” I said quietly. “It’s the only way I can ever leave Luca Moretti.” People said he’d given up the Mafia throne for me. They called him the man who traded power for love— the heir who walked away from blood and gold just to marry a waitress from the slums. For years, he made the world believe in us. He built empires under my name. He sent me roses every Monday. He told the press I was his salvation. But love doesn’t always mean loyalty. While I was busy believing in forever, he was building a second home behind my back— one filled with laughter, toys, and twin sons who had his eyes. The night I disappeared, his empire burned. He tore apart cities, bribed governments, and buried men alive just to find me. But by the time he did— I was already gone. And the woman he’d once died for no longer loved him enough to stay alive.

I was once the most feared crime boss on the East Coast. I left that life behind for my son, Cooper, built a company, and moved to a wealthy neighborhood in search of peace.Then my neighbor, Brenda, accused Cooper of assaulting her eighteen-year-old daughter—and demanded five million dollars for her silence. When I refused, they took me to court with bruises, recordings, and DNA evidence. My company’s stock crashed, protesters surrounded the courthouse, and the entire internet branded my son a monster.But while they performed their carefully rehearsed tragedy, I remained calm.Because the “criminal” they described was someone they had clearly never met.