The Honor to Serve the Mafia Princess
GIANNA RAINE
The card with the 'Constantine De Graaf' written on it.
That's the only clue that I got about the identity of the man that impregnated me.
I'm not really interested in getting to know him...all I want is to inform him that I am pregnant.
That's all. Then, I can move abroad and live a life with my baby as a single mom.
But why am I staring at a familiar face?
He had left as Elliott the bodyguard. All of a sudden, he's Constantine De Graaf?!
CONSTANTINE
I'm on cloud nine when Miss Gianna shows up in my office.
But it all disappears when she reveals her purpose.
WHO THE HELL DARE GETS HER PREGNANT?!!! WHEN I...NO! NO WAY!
I'll do everything in my power to help her.
For the meantime, I'll take care of her. Give everything she and the baby wants.
I promised Miss Gianna that I'll help her find the father of the baby...but I didn't say alive.
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Chapter 2
GIANNA RAINE
My doctor confirmed that I am pregnant. I stared at the test results she gave me.
I also calculated the possible date of conception, and I remembered that after my fight with my brother, the two of us drank alcohol together.
"Does drinking alcohol affect my pregnancy? I was not aware at that time that I was pregnant, so I took some," I asked, frowning, unsure if I should be worried.
I don't really know how to feel. I may look like I accepted this pregnancy easily, but I'm still shocked. I never dreamed of becoming a mother because I don't think I have the ability to be one. I don't want to get married because I'm not wife material.
That's why all of this feels overwhelming.
"The baby is healthy, so I don't think it caused any harm. Just don't do it again," the doctor said.
She sat in front of me. I felt agitated. I didn't know if I am ready for this responsibility, but I'm also not someone who runs away.
People may call me heartless, but I would never take away a baby's life, even if I didn't plan any of this.
"Does your family know?"
Dr. Milligan has been our doctor for years. My mom and I used to come to her every month for checkups. She has known me since I was young.
"Don't tell anyone." I looked at her coldly. She understood exactly what I meant. She wasn't scared either, she's already used to my personality.
"I won't. I have a non-disclosure agreement with you, Gianna." Dr. Milligan sighed. "But why don't you want to tell them? And who's the father?"
I simply looked at her and didn't answer. I'm not obligated to explain anything.
She understood again and didn't push any further. She gave me a few reminders and prescribed vitamins. After that, I left her clinic.
Sunlight and cool air greeted me outside. I closed my eyes for a moment, and when I opened them, I stared at the bright sky.
I still can't believe I'm pregnant.
I touched my stomach. I couldn't feel anything; not physically, not emotionally. I still felt numb, as if I am only accepting the baby because it's already here, not because I feel anything about it.
I wonder... will my perspective change when I hear the baby's first cry? When I finally see it?
I don't know what to expect. I can't compare myself to my mother, she loved us even before we were born. My father never witnessed our first cry; he wasn't even there when we came into the world.
Even before my twin brother and I were born, our lives were already complicated. Maybe that's why we turned out this way. The only difference now is that Gio is slowly learning how to feel emotions because of his wife.
As for me... I'm a lost cause.
I got into my car. I'm not the type of person who keeps a bodyguard. Most people don't even know me. Some might think I'm just an ordinary woman. I'm rarely targeted by enemies because, aside from being able to fight back, they don't know I'm Gianna Raine Locatelli.
Unlike my brother, who is a mafia boss and the head of the family, I'm not essential to the organization. If I disappeared, nothing major would happen. So, I don't really need a bodyguard.
Before I left the place, my phone rang. I looked at it and saw my cousin's name.
"Veronica," I greeted.
"My goodness! The weather is so hot, but your voice is freezing. Are you alive or not? Aren't you happy I called?"
I moved the phone away from my ear because her voice was painfully loud.
"What do you want?"
She groaned, knowing that no amount of drama would get anything from me. "Let's meet. Claire is here. The witch rarely shows up. Let's get together. Also, before I leave New York."
Even though I'm not very approachable, there are people I get along with. Veronica Locatelli and Claire Hudson are my second cousins, and despite our different personalities, we manage to get along. I can tolerate Veronica's loud voice and Claire's superiority complex, and in return, they can tolerate my cold personality.
Veronica texted me the meeting place, and I went there quickly.
We rarely meet. Claire lives in Italy and barely comes to the US. Veronica lives on an island, and I'm busy traveling to different countries.
"Gia!" Veronica jumped at me and hugged me. I automatically rolled my eyes because I'm not fond of affection.
Veronica laughed when she saw my reaction.
"You're so dramatic! Not even a little sweet?"
We sat down, and Claire was beside me. She just stared at me, studying my face.
"You seem different," Claire said after examining me.
"What?"
She squinted at me, then smiled. "You're glowing."
She held my wrist and lifted my arm.
"Look at your skin!"
Claire let go and blinked, as if she had something on her mind but pushed it aside.
"If I didn't know better, I'd think you're pregnant." Claire laughed. Veronica looked at her and laughed too. They shook their heads.
"That's impossible. Gianna? She scares away almost every man. How many marriage proposals has she rejected?"
I didn't say anything.
I ordered fresh fruit juice while my cousins ordered wine. I just told them I didn't feel like drinking wine today.
Claire kept giving me meaningful looks, and even though she might already have an idea of what's going on, I won't confirm anything. She can think whatever she wants.
I went home after spending time with my cousins. I'm not a very sociable person, so whenever I can, I prefer staying alone in my room.
I don't have anything to do. I don't have any missions at the moment, and I can manage our company even without being physically present. I just don't like socializing. Honestly, even when we were kids, people could talk to Gio more easily than to me. The only difference was that whenever he saw me hiding in a corner, he would choose to go to me instead of spending time with our cousins.
So why did he leave me now?
I sound like someone with a brother complex, but I'm not. I just expected that Gio and I were the only ones who truly understood each other. Now that he's far away, it feels like no one else will understand me anymore.
I shook my head. I shouldn't dwell on the past. I can't always expect my twin to be there every time I need him. We're walking different paths now.
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Alyssa Hart is out of options. Drowning in medical debt, with her mother's life hanging in the balance, she's desperate for a solution. When an unexpected email offers her an interview at the mysterious Valentino Enterprises, she doesn't hesitate.
But what she walks into isn't a job opportunity... it's a marriage contract.
The powerful and feared Valentino Crime family needs a wife for their heir, Stephano Valentino. Cold, ruthless, and utterly uninterested in love, Stephano has discarded every woman his parents have introduced him to. They don't expect Alyssa to be any different.
The deal is simple: marry Stephano, bear his heir, and in two years, she'll be free, with enough money to ensure her mother's survival.
There's only one rule: this is not a real marriage. Stephano can do as he pleases, but Alyssa is bound to him alone.
She should hate him. He gives her every reason to.
But the longer she stays, the more she begins to see through the cracks in his armour. Beneath his icy exterior is something broken, something she can't help but want to fix. And Stephano, who swore he would never care, finds himself drawn to the woman he was never meant to love. But in their world, love is a weakness, and breaking the rules always comes with a price...
8.6
I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon.
My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate.
In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts.
To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness.
But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target.
I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart?
Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room.
Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table.
Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph.
"I'll take this one, Papa."
She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence.
I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box.
Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée.
This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.
9.6
Ezran Williamson never asked for a new family, especially not one that comes with a stepbrother he can't stand.
At twenty-one, Ezran is sharp-tongued, rebellious, and determined to graduate and build a future in programming on his own terms.
But when his mother remarries a powerful businessman, his carefully controlled life collides with Lucian Banks, his cold, dominant, and dangerously untouchable stepbrother. Successful, older, and infuriatingly composed, Lucian is everything Ezran hates.
Slowly, hatred turns into tension, tension becomes chemistry, and chemistry ignites something neither of them is prepared to face.
What begins as resistance slowly unravels into a forbidden obsession, one that defies family, morality, and control. As secrets surface and pressure mounts, Ezran and Lucian are forced to choose between duty and desire, legacy and love, because some feelings don't fade and some obsessions are worth every consequence.
7.1
For seven years, I was the architect of my fiancé's criminal empire and the strategist behind his every move. I was Dante Gallo’s unofficial Consigliere, his partner in everything but name. Tomorrow, I was finally supposed to marry him and take my place as the queen to his throne.
But on the eve of our wedding, a single text message sent by mistake detonated my life. It was a photo from Dante, showing a platinum wedding band on his hand. The message read: “Married this morning. She’s safe now.”
My gaze fell to the engagement ring on my own finger. It was the identical band, just smaller. The engraved initials ‘D.I.’ didn’t stand for Dante and I. They stood for Dante and Isabella—his childhood sweetheart. My entire relationship was a lie; I was just a shield to protect his one true love.
He dismissed my discovery as a "tantrum." Then, his new bride began taunting me, sending a picture of them tangled in bedsheets with the caption: "Loser." They expected me to break. They thought I would shatter.
They were about to find out just how wrong they were. I forwarded the picture to Isabella’s fiancé, a man far more dangerous than Dante. "Your fiancée is in Suite 8808 at the Grand Hyatt," I told him. "I'll meet you downstairs. We're going to crash their party."
8.4
To marry the man I loved, I held a shard of glass to my wrist and threatened my guardian, Alois Wyatt. "If you don't let me marry Erick, I will die right here."
The second he reluctantly agreed, the horrifying truth of my past life slammed into me. Erick, the man I’d fought to marry, had never loved me. He’d locked me in a European asylum for three years, tortured me, and left me to die in a fiery car crash.
I dropped the glass and threw myself into Alois’s arms, sobbing that it was all a joke. I begged him to take me home, swearing I'd rather die than marry Erick.
But my sudden change was met with cold suspicion. To him and his friends, I was a snake playing a new, pathetic game, trying to steal his corporate secrets for my pathetic lover.
The most painful part was that they were right. In my past life, I had betrayed Alois, destroyed his reputation, and left him to die a broken man, all for a monster who saw me as nothing more than a tool.
But now, opening my eyes again on the very night my nightmare began, I have a second chance. This time, I will cling to the only man who ever truly protected me, and I will make Erick pay for everything he did to us.
7.6
I spent fifteen years building my husband's mafia empire, coding the complex algorithms that washed his blood money clean.
But on my thirty-fifth birthday, instead of a gift, I received a photo of his hand resting on another woman's thigh.
When I confronted him, Dustin didn't apologize. He brought his pregnant mistress, Jami, into our penthouse and told me to accept the hush money.
"You have nothing except what I give you," he sneered, treating me like a slow servant rather than the mastermind behind his success.
The argument turned violent. He shoved me hard, sending me crashing into a solid oak nightstand.
As I lay on the floor, bleeding and dizzy from a split forehead, I watched the man I loved step over my body to comfort the woman wearing my mother's stolen heirloom ring.
He didn't check my pulse. He didn't call for help. He looked at me with pure disgust and turned his back.
In that moment, the wife died, and the witness was born.
He thought I was powerless because I had no assets in my name. He thought I would fade away quietly.
He forgot one crucial detail: I wasn't just the furniture in his castle. I was the architect.
Every server, every encrypted drive, every hidden account—I owned the code.
I wiped the blood from my face and walked out the door, but I didn't go to a lawyer.
I went to a hardware store and bought a ten-pound sledgehammer.
I wasn't going to just leave him.
I was going to delete him.