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 3
GIANNA RAINE
"Gianna, is that you, sweetie?"
I stopped walking. I turned to the voice and saw Mom. She smiled when she realized it was really me.
"Mom," I greeted. I walked up to her and supported her. I heard from the servants that she hasn't been doing well...her legs, specifically.
When we were kids, Mom got into an accident, and we almost lost her.
It was my fault.
Even though Dad and Gio always tell me it wasn't, I know deep down that it was my fault.
"Why are you walking without your nurse? You might get hurt, Mom." I helped her until she sat on the sofa.
"I can still walk. My legs only hurt when I stand or walk for too long, but I can manage." Mom smiled at me. "I'm just happy to see you. When did you get back?"
"Yesterday."
Mom's eyes widened. "Yesterday? And you didn't find time to visit your mother?"
The moment she said that, I wanted to leave. In our family, Mom is the only one who is expressive and emotionally aware. From my father to me and Gio, all of us lack that. And right now, I'm the most defective of all.
I sat beside her. I lifted her legs onto my lap and massaged them. There were scars on her skin, it's not noticeable unless you look closely. And those scars reminded me that it was all my fault.
I clenched my jaw, making sure my mother couldn't see any emotion on my face.
"You don't have to do that, sweetie," Mom said. "I'm fine."
I didn't say anything. Mom may say she's fine, but I know she's not. If it weren't for me, she wouldn't have had that accident. If only she had let me handle things back then.
While I was massaging Mom's legs to relax her muscles and nerves, she held my hand. I looked at Mom, and she gave me another warm smile.
"What's wrong, Gia?"
My jaw tightened at her question. "Nothing," I answered briefly.
Mom's smile softened with a hint of sadness. "I know something's bothering you. I'm your mother, so I can tell when you're thinking about something or feeling sad. I hope one day you'll let me be a part of your life, Gianna."
I frowned. "I'm okay, Mom. Nothing's wrong. This is just how I always look."
I know Mom isn't buying it. She can read me even when I try not to show anything.
If I can take care of the baby in my womb properly, will I be able to be a good mother like her? I'm not sure.
When Mom's nurse arrived, I decided it was time to leave. I just told her I had something else to do.
I was about to go upstairs when I ran into Dad. My eyes widened in surprise. I didn't expect to see him but I quickly hid it. I controlled my emotions and wore my usual cold, expressionless face.
"Gia, you're here. I heard you arrived yesterday, but I didn't see you."
Atty. Agatone Locatelli is my father. He's the mastermind of our organization in his prime, before my brother took over.
"Dad..." I didn't know how to face him. If anyone could read me and my brother, it would be him. Even Mom has her limits. "Yes, yesterday. I couldn't see you because I was busy."
I walked up to Dad and kissed him on the cheek. I avoided looking into his eyes because it felt like looking at my own reflection. Also, I didn't want him asking if something was wrong.
"I'm going to rest now."
I started to leave, but he called me again.
"Gianna..." I looked back at my father, who looks so much like us. "I'm glad you're here. I hope you'll stay a little longer this time."
I felt something unusual when I heard those words. I was surprised to hear that from him.
I placed my hand on my chest. It feels warm. I took a deep breath and left for my room. Too bad I couldn't stay any longer.
I packed my things because I'm leaving for Pennsylvania.
After packing my things into my bag, I sat down at my laptop. I started working, planning to finish all the important tasks I had.
I was busy when I suddenly opened a file I didn't expect to be included in the emails from Gio's office.
It was his schedule from last year. Not that I'm stalking my own brother, but I found something that caught my attention.
Lancaster, Pennsylvania.
Why was my brother going to Pennsylvania?
There were no details, so I immediately called my secretary. She's excellent at gathering information, which is why I rely on her so much.
"Lady G..."
"Veronica, can you find any information about why my brother is going to Pennsylvania? I want to know if he's visiting someone or if it's purely business."
I waited a moment, and soon I received an email from my secretary. She had probably contacted my brother's secretary, and since I was the one asking, they gave her the details.
I opened the email and raised my eyebrows at what I saw.
My brother meets with Constantine De Graaf whenever he goes to Pennsylvania. Why? What are they discussing? My brother knows this man, but I've never met him.
I became even more curious about who this Constantine De Graaf was. On top of that, I couldn't help but imagine how my brother would react if he knew there was a possibility this man could be my baby's father.
I still wasn't sure if he really was the father. All I had was his business card. I couldn't even remember the face of the man I had a one-night stand with. I needed to confirm it.
I slept that night, and the next day I didn't waste any time, I went straight to Pennsylvania.
My mother's sad that I am leaving, but I told her it would only be for a short time. After this, I would go on a longer vacation to spend time with them.
On the way to Pennsylvania, I thought about how I would talk to Constantine De Graaf. Maybe I could use my brother's name, since they always communicate with each other anyway.
I checked in at a hotel and left my things there. I didn't bring much, since I'd only be there a few days, or maybe just one.
I didn't waste any time. After checking in, I immediately left to go to D.G. Airways.
When I arrived at the company, I went to the front desk. They asked if I had an appointment.
"I don't, but can you please tell them that a representative of Gioseffo Locatelli is here? This is urgent."
The moment they heard the surname Locatelli, they immediately called their boss's secretary.
The company is huge. Now I understand why D.G. Airways is considered one of the best airlines. I just never booked a flight with them before.
"You may enter now, Miss. 15th floor."
I nodded and went inside. They gave me a visitor's pass but didn't take my ID.
On the 15th floor, someone met me and said that Constantine De Graaf was in a meeting, so I would need to wait for a few minutes.
"That's fine, I don't mind," I said.
I sat in the waiting lounge. They offered me drinks and snacks, but I didn't touch them.
"Miss, you may go in now."
I stood up and followed the woman. She led me into a large office, which I assumed belonged to Constantine De Graaf.
When I entered, he had his back to me. He was on the phone, so he hadn't noticed me yet. I saw his nameplate:
Constantine De Graaf, CEO
After he finished his phone call, his secretary came over and mentioned me.
"Locatelli, huh?"
He slowly turned around and my eyes widened in shock when I saw him.
What the f**k? "Elliott?!"
Like me, Elliott looked equally surprised.
"Miss Gianna?"
I glanced at the nameplate again. There is no mistake.
How is it possible that Elliott, my brother's ex-bodyguard, is the same Constantine De Graaf I've been looking for?
Does this mean... my brother's ex-bodyguard is the man who got me pregnant?!
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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.