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 5
GIANNA RAINE
I stayed quiet the entire journey from the D.G.. Airways building to the De Graaf mansion. The huge mansion sat atop Appalachian ridges, overlooking the ocean. Even from a distance, I could already see it.
"Welcome to our humble home," Stone said as we entered the house.
He spoke to his staff and had them bring in my luggage. They moved quickly since my bags arrived before I did.
I wandered around the living room, taking in every piece of furniture I could see.
Every corner of the house screamed wealth-marble floors, gold accents, and crystal decorations. These were just a few of the things that caught my eye.
I stopped in front of a large painting. It was one of the last pieces by a famous artist, also very expensive. I never expected to see it in Stone's home.
How wealthy is he?
Their family symbol also caught my attention. I wasn't sure if I'd seen it before, but the De Graaf family must be well-known. I simply didn't care much before. I just never expected someone living as Elliott to have such an extravagant life.
"Miss Gianna..."
I turned to Stone when he called me. Luckily, I'm getting used to calling him Stone instead of his other persona.
"This is Inez. She will assist you to your room. Your luggage is already there."
Inez smiled at me when Stone introduced her.
"Nice to meet you, Miss Gianna. If you need anything, you can call me anytime."
I simply nodded, then looked back at Stone. "I will pay for my stay here. Just tell me how much I owe."
Stone's eyes widened before he laughed. "Miss Gianna, I'm not letting you stay here to make you pay. You can stay for free. I don't need money-"
I immediately interrupted him. "No, thanks. I will pay, even if there's no money involved. I don't want to be a freeloader, especially since I can afford a hotel. If you don't agree with me, I'll leave now and return to my hotel."
When Stone shrugged, I knew he wouldn't argue with me.
"Just tell me what you want."
Stone raised his eyebrows, and that mischievous smile returned to his lips before he spoke.
"I want?"
I nodded. "Just tell me what you want in exchange for letting me stay here, and I will grant it."
Since he said he didn't need money, there must be something else he wants. I'll be the one to give it to him.
Stone smiled slightly, waiting for my response.
Stone smiled at me, but there was something unusual about his smile.
"Next time, Miss. Maybe I'm not ready for what I want-I mean, I'm not sure yet. I need to think about it carefully."
I just nodded and looked at Inez. I followed her to my room, thinking I should rest.
I glanced back at the first floor and saw Stone talking to a few men. He looked up at me. I didn't look away and met his gaze. Stone smiled and waved at me.
I entered the room. The guest room is spacious and beautiful. It had its own bathroom, closet, and almost everything I would need.
"If you need anything, you can ring the bell, Miss," Inez said, pointing to it. "Or you can use the intercom."
She excused herself and left me alone. I walked over to my luggage and noticed it was already gone. Inside the closet, my clothes were neatly arranged.
I wasn't sure how long I would stay here-days, weeks, maybe even months. Either way, I didn't have enough clothes. I'd need to buy more, but for now, these would do.
I picked a black shirt and pants to change into. Most of my clothes were black, white, gray, or red. I rarely wore the white ones.
I entered the bathroom, cleaned up, and got dressed.
I lay down on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I hated having favors done for me. I didn't know why I agreed to Stone's request to stay here or maybe it's because I needed to watch and observe him. That's why I insisted on paying for my stay.
I wasn't sure if I could trust him, that he truly didn't know about what happened that night or if he was pretending to avoid a possible responsibility. It is also possible he isn't the one who got me pregnant.
I needed to find out soon. There were moments from that night that left me with a strange feeling.
I closed my eyes and finally felt my exhaustion. I shouldn't push myself too hard right now, not only for myself but also for the baby I'm carrying.
When I woke up, I felt hungry but at the same time, I wanted to throw up.
I stepped out of my room. Should I go to the kitchen and cook my own food? I knew how to cook. Since I am not in my own home, I shouldn't ask anyone to serve me, even if Stone had instructed them to.
As I descended the stairs, one of the house staff saw me. Their eyes widened, and they quickly grabbed a bell and rang it.
I also saw Inez, who politely bowed her head to me.
"Hello, Miss Gianna," they greeted.
Inez stood before me, a sweet smile still on her lips.
"I was thinking of going to the kitchen," I said.
Inez nodded at me. "You can go straight to the dining hall, Miss Gianna. We've prepared everything you might need."
They led me there, and I was greeted by a spread of food so abundant it looked like it was meant for a large crowd.
It was like a feast.
"Sir Stone instructed us to prepare everything for you, Miss Gianna. He thought you might be hungry when you woke up. You can tell us if there's anything you don't like."
They seated me at the dining chair. I am still overwhelmed by the amount of food in front of me.
"Where's Stone?" I asked, noticing the cheesecake. For some reason, my mouth watered at the sight of it.
I almost gobbled it up instantly.
Inez probably noticed my gaze, so she signaled one of the staff to bring me a slice.
"Our chef prepared this cheesecake specially suitable for pregnant women, Miss Gianna. You don't need to worry. Everything served here is safe for you to eat." She paused briefly. "As for Sir Stone, he is attending to something but will return later."
I looked at Inez, but her smile remained. How did she know I am pregnant? I shouldn't be surprised, Stone probably told them.
"Orange juice for you, Miss Gianna."
I stared at the orange juice. I remembered that Stone knew how much I liked it.
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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.