The Mafia's Princess Returns

The Mafia's Princess Returns

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Giuliana Ricci fled Sicily seven years ago, leaving behind betrayal, blood and a family that cast her aside. Now she’s back—powerful, untouchable and carrying a secret that could bring the Mafia to its knees. Her son, Giorgio, is not just her heir—he’s the hidden child of Domenico Salvatore, the most ruthless capo in the underworld who is also an enemy. But Domenico never knew and when the truth comes out, alliances will shatter, enemies will strike, and the man she once walked away from will stop at nothing to claim what’s his. Can Giuliana outmaneuver a world built to destroy her or will she finally met the one force she can’t escape?

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Chapter 1

Chapter 1 Giuliana’s Pov

I tasted blood before I felt the pain. Metallic. Warm. Thick. 

It filled my mouth as I lay sprawled on the marble floor whose cold surface was slick with my own blood. My ribs ached and my vision blurred but I refused to cry out.  

I wouldn’t give them that. 

A shadow loomed over me.

It was Alessandro Ricci, my father.

His polished black shoes stopped inches from my face and sparkled despite the destruction he had just inflicted. When I was a child, I used to trace my fingers over those shoes, giggling as he soon lifted me onto his lap. 

Now, they stood as a silent reminder of his power—the kind of power that could snuff me out with a single word.

“You embarrass me, Giuliana.” His voice was quiet as he spoke and made him sound more dangerous than if he’d been shouting. “You shame this family.”

I swallowed the blood in my mouth. “I—”

A sharp pain exploded in my side as he then kicked me again and sent me rolling onto my back. 

I gasped as the ceiling above me became blurred. The chandelier swayed gently and its crystals glittered in the dim light. I tried to focus on that and then anything else that was not the agony radiating through my body right now. 

“You cost me a deal that took years to secure.”

“That’s not true,” I rasped out despite the pain exploding inside of me. “I didn’t—”

Another kick came in response and my vision sparked white.

“Silence,” he said with a commanding voice. 

I coughed up something thick and wet that had bubbled in my throat. I wasn’t sure if it was blood or just the taste of betrayal. I blinked hard and tried to force my eyes to focus and that’s when I saw her.

Isabella.

She stood by the grand piano with one hand resting on the polished wood while her red lips curled into a smirk. She was my step sister who had always relished being the better daughter. 

The golden girl, the perfect one, the one who could do no wrong.

“Poor Giuliana,” she mused as she stepped forward to study my body on the floor. “Always so defiant. You never learned how to stay in your place.”

I didn’t answer. I was too busy focusing on breathing and forcing oxygen past the tight and agonizing squeeze in my ribs.

She crouched beside me just then and her dark eyes gleamed with cruel amusement. A delicate glass of water dangled from her manicured fingers.

I saw immediately that it was salt water and my stomach turned violently in response.

“Tradition, sorellina.” Isabella’s voice was soft and mocking as she continued. “We can’t have betrayal lingering on your skin, can we?”

I tried to move and to brace myself but I was too weak. The first splash hit my back and seeped into the torn skin. 

Fire. I was on fire every where in my body. 

I sucked in a sharp breath as every nerve in my body screamed. I clenched my jaw so hard I thought my teeth might crack but I wouldn’t scream out loud. 

I prayed not to scream out loud. 

“Ah, there it is,” Isabella murmured as she tilted the glass again. The water trickled down my side, stinging and slicing through my battered body like razors. “Cleansing is painful but necessary.”

To stop myself from voicing my pain, I bit my lip so hard I tasted more blood.

“Enough.”

The calm voice that spoke cut through the suffocating silence was the only thing that managed to lessen my pain a bit. 

Maria?

I forced my head up even as my vision blurred and I was able to see her—Maria Rossi, my childhood friend. Her coat was soaked from the Sicilian rain that poured outside and her black curls clung to her pale face but her green eyes burned with a fury I had not seen before. 

She moved quickly and knelt beside me while her hands hovered hesitantly like she was afraid to touch me. “You need a doctor,” she whispered.

I wanted to laugh. Doctors weren’t an option…not in this world.

“No,” my father said in a voice that was edged with finality.

Maria’s head snapped up in shock. “No?”

“She stays here.”

Maria’s lips parted slightly while her breathing became uneven. “Alessandro, she’s dying.”

“She is Ricci,” my father said simply. “She’ll endure.”

Maria’s hands curled into fists. “She had nothing to do with the deal. You know that. You’re punishing the wrong person.”

“She is my daughter.”

Maria’s laugh was bitter as she asked. “Your daughter?” She gestured to me. “Is that what this is? A demonstration of father’s love?”

Alessandro’s expression didn’t change at that but there was a slight twitch in his jaw. It was a warning. But Maria, who was as stubborn as me, wasn’t backing down.

“If she dies,” she said as she stood to her full height, “people will talk. Don Leonetti will hear about it. And when he asks why you let your own daughter bleed out over a mistake that wasn’t hers, what will you tell him?”

Silence, heavy and suffocating, stretched on in the large fancy room.

Then, my father exhaled slowly as he said in a matter-of-factly tone. “You overstep, Maria.”

Maria’s chin lifted. “Then let me overstep.”

His gaze darkened at that. “You forget who your father is.”

“And you forget the old codes, Ricci.” Maria took a step closer as her voice dropped to a whisper. “I wonder what Don Leonetti would think if he knew about the Croatian weapons shipment arriving in two days.”

The air shifted immediately as tension permeated it. 

A slow and measured breath came from my father. His expression remained unreadable but I knew he was thinking. Maria had just thrown her only card on the table and now it was a matter of whether it was enough to keep us both breathing.

His fingers twitched at his side. Then finally—

“Take her.”

Maria didn’t hesitate. She crouched beside me again and her arms slide around me. My body screamed as she lifted me while my head lolled against her shoulder.

“Go,” my father said. “And don’t come back.”

The rain was relentless when we stepped outside. The soldati at the gates barely looked at us because they were too used to Maria coming and going. 

They didn’t notice the blood that was seeping into my clothes and the way I, who was barely conscious, sagged against her. Otherwise, they might have said something. 

Maria half-dragged and half-carried me into the passenger seat of her car before she climbed behind the wheel. The tires screeched against the slick pavement as she sped off.

“You’re going to be okay,” she said with a voice that shook slightly while she shook off the raindrops that had clung to her jacket.“I promise.”

I wanted to believe her.

But as the exhaustion and pain began to pull me under when we reached the hospital, I saw two black SUVs following in the rearview mirror.

I tried to speak to Maria, to warn her but darkness swallowed me whole before I could get the words out.

And when I woke up, I was no longer in Sicily.

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54 Chapters
Chapter 1 Giuliana’s Pov
I tasted blood before I felt the pain. Metallic. Warm. Thick. It filled my mouth as I lay sprawled on the marble floor whose cold surface was slick with my own blood. My ribs ached and my vision blurred but I refused to cry out. I wouldn’t give them that. A shadow loomed over me.It was Alessandro Ricci, my father.His polished black shoes stopped inches from my face and sparkled despite the destruction he had just inflicted. When I was a child, I used to trace my fingers over those shoes, giggling as he soon lifted me onto his lap. Now, they stood as a silent reminder of his power—the kind of power that could snuff me out with a single word.“You embarrass me, Giuliana.” His voice was quiet as he spoke and made him sound more dangerous than if he’d been shouting. “You shame this family.”I swallowed the blood in my mouth. “I—”A sharp pain exploded in my side as he then kicked me again and sent me rolling onto my back. I gasped as the ceiling above me became blurred. The chande
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Chapter 2 Giuliana’s Pov
Seven years.Seven years since I had lain bleeding on the cold marble floor of the Leonetti villa while my father’s shadow loomed over me like the devil himself. Seven years since I had been branded a traitor, beaten and discarded like yesterday’s trash. Seven years since I had sworn through the blinding agony and salt searing my wounds that I would return—not as the naive daughter of an underboss but as something much, much more.And now, here I was.The jet’s door hissed open and the warm Sicilian air, thick with the scent of the sea,curled around me. The sun dipped toward the horizon and casted the tarmac in amber and gold. My Louboutins clicked against the concrete as I stepped down with steps that were deliberate, controlled and callculated.I had not come back as a girl seeking her family’s approval.I had come back as a woman they would learn to fear.A small hand which slid into mine grounded me immediately.It was that of Giorgio, my son.At six years old, he was already a
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Chapter 3 Giuliana’s POV
Power had a scent.It wasn’t just the cigars and aged whiskey that clung to the air like ghosts of old men nor was it the polished mahogany or the faintest trace of gunpowder embedded in the stone walls. It was something deeper and older and it was woven into the very foundation of the Leonetti compound.It smelled like blood in this place. Like betrayal. Like history.The gates groaned shut behind the Mercedes as it drove past it and seemed to seal my past and my future within these walls. The Leonetti estate stretched for thousand of acres and was a sprawling testament to generations of wealth that had been built on fear and respect. It hadn't changed much. The ivy still crawled up the stone walls, the vast terraces still overlooked the Sicilian coastline and the watchful eyes of soldati still tracked every movement with quiet menace.Despite its majestic beauty, I knew that the heart of the estate had long since rotted.When I stepped out of the car and held my son's right hand,
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Chapter 4 Giuliana’s POV
Some ghosts refused to stay buried.That was the thought that came to my head as I heard his footsteps before I saw him. The footsteps screamed of the blatant confidence of a man who had walked these halls his entire life…a man who had once walked beside me as if we were equals.Tht footsteps could only belong to Enzo Salvatore.He emerged from the shadows of the corridor as I walked down it and I could see that his presence was a deliberate obstacle in my path. The marble floors gleamed beneath us and the flickering sconces casted a warm glow on our bodies but there was nothing warm about this encounter. My son had gone ahead of me to our quarters and I was going to meet him there and now this…interference was happening."Giuliana."His voice had deepened since I last heard it. It was richer and rougher. It was the voice of a man who had tasted power and developed an appetite for more.Looking unimpressed, I let my gaze trail over him.He was dressed to project authority—he was weari
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Chapter 5 Giuliana’s POV
The Leonetti family dinners had always been more battlefield than tradition and this one was no different.The table was the same as I remembered—an ancient slab of mahogany that was large enough to seat two dozen and was polished to a mirror shine. The silverware gleamed under the chandelier’s glow while the heavy scent of truffle, wine and power sizzled thickly in the air.Everything seemed perfect but beneath the elegance and the bouquet at the table, tension simmered everywhere like an untended flame.I adjusted my napkin with movements that were slow and deliberate. As Giorgio sat beside me, his small hands were folded over his lap and his posture was impeccable as always. His custom-made suit, a deep navy that whispered of control, matched mine. His presence at the table alone unsettled the entire family even though none of these wolves would admit it.I smiled at that. I smiled even more as I felt their eyes on me while they waited and calculatedAlessandro struck first."You'
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Chapter 6 Giuliana’s POV
The house was not the same as I had left it.Seven years ago, I had walked out of the Leonetti estate as a disgraced daughter and exiled by whispers and betrayals. Now, I walked these marble floors as something far more dangerous—an outsider with the power to break them all.Francesca had spent years ruling this house in my absence. She had been wearing the mask of the perfect Donna, pulling the strings behind my father’s decisions and whispering into my grandfather’s ear. But masks were just that—thin and fragile things. And I thought them useless. I had never been one to play pretend. For that, Francesca despised me. She made her first move at breakfast.I was seated at the long dining table and reading through financial reports on my tablet while Giorgio sat beside me and stirred his espresso with the mannerism of a seasoned diplomat. Francesca looked at us and smiled. I could easily see that it was calculated because it didn’t reach her eyes."You must be exhausted from your tri
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Chapter 7 Giuliana’s Pov
I have always known that Dominico was a deadly man and I have tried all these years not to get in touch with him but seeing the way he bonds with the same my child makes me want to hate him the most.A little smirk curved on his lips as he looked at Giorgio with some sense of admiration or so I thought.“He is a really smart kid I must say”. He commented then signaled the maid to serve him a glass of wine. My stomach churned but I quickly found a way to hide all that emotions in my stomach. There was no way I was going to let a man as ruthless as him see my weak side. They all thought I am still that weak lady who left to die a few years ago yet I came back stronger and better, not to be with the joke sitting across me on this table but to execute a bitter sweet revenge.“I didn’t know you would return to marry my brother as the family had planned” I raised my head to look over at the fourth Capo. He definitely doesn’t know who I am and what I am capable of doing. Teo is definitely no
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Chapter 8 Giuliana’s Pov
My car came to a sharp halt in front of my father's gigantic empire, the glossy dim sports car that beamed under the midday sun. The daunting tower rose high, its glass windows reflecting the city’s horizon like a pointed chip of steel, a silent proof to decades of power and affluence. The tower, an architectural glamour, stood unshaken amidst the chaos of the city — it’s well polished marble facade grasping the light with a cold, deliberate gleam. The entrance was guarded by two massive bronze doors, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns that spoke of old-world craftsmanship.As I sat silently in my car for a moment, my fingers gently drummed on the smooth leather of the steering wheel, as if to equip myself before stepping into my enemy’s territory. This was my family but I wasn’t sure if they are anymore, with the way they had treated me seven years ago, I had thought severally to give them another chance at forgiveness but after so many years of battling with my mind I h
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Chapter 9 Giuliana’s POV
I couldn’t wait for all of this to be over. I have grown to be a woman of very little words yet my actions speak volume. My step mother Francesca definitely has no say when it comes to my matters with my father. I am next in line to man the affairs of the family until Giorgio is grown enough to handle things. My revenge was close, perfectly kneaded and waiting for the appointed time to strike when no one knows what’s coming.My father didn’t have much to say other than agree to my terms. He had that in the agreement years ago before sending me away like a stray and I bet he didn’t think to change the plans until now. The moment I passed the document to him I saw his expression dim like a faded candle light placed in the gross darkness of the horizon. Selena’s eyes lit up, with assurance waiting for his judgment to favor her but I guess all that was shattered when my father signed the deal and handed the company over to me without protest.“You can’t just sign those”. Isabela growled t
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Chapter 10 Giuliana’s Pov
The car came to a halt right in front of the magnificent building where the meeting would be held. This was a meeting of very high profile men and families in the mafia world. And as the heir to my family I have to attend whether or not it’s against my father’s wish. I didn’t care what Isabella and her mother thought. As I got ready to get off the car I noticed Giorgio jumping out of the car, I was just about to scream when he ran off to get the door for me.“Grazie figliolo” I smiled as I rubbed his curly gold hair with my hands. I have not noticed that this little man was learning all the ethics I have been instilling in him. He sees the chauffeur do that all the time. He looked up at me, a soft smile creeping from the corner of his lips.“Anything to make you happy mama”, he said and began to walk off like nothing happened.“Be careful Giorgio, this is a formal gathering and I need you to be formal. Can you do that for me? I asked, while the driver stood watching Gio and I like som
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