The Devil's Heiress

The Devil's Heiress

Julencia Slamet · Ongoing · 61.6k Words

610
Hot
719
Views
216
Added
Add to Shelf
Start Reading
Share:facebooktwitterpinterestwhatsappreddit

Introduction

Born into the notorious Mancini family, I’ve been called the "New York Princess" since day one. But forget the fairytale – I'm more like a devil in disguise. I smile when needed, make snarky remarks on cue, and mostly follow my dad's orders.

My dad is a feared mob boss in New York. In our world, power rules, and death is the only escape. I'm just a pawn in this dangerous game. My dad has arranged for me to marry Giovanni Romano, heir to the New Jersey mob, to uphold traditions.

But I refuse to marry an enemy. I won't be trapped in a life with him. I am Valentina Mancini, and I won't let my family’s bloodline be ruined. Instead of love, I offer Giovanni vengeance and bloodshed.

Will I escape this fate? Can I stand up to my powerful father? What will happen to me and Giovanni? Will our story end with a happily ever after or will tragedy strike?

Chapter 1

Valentina

The leather glove hits my face, sending a wave of pain through my cheekbone and nose. I blink quickly to clear the sting and step back, balancing on my toes, ready for the next punch. The gym smells like sweat and old leather, a scent that sticks to you for hours. The crowd is loud and excited, their shouts blending into a background hum.

Sweat drips from my forehead into my eyes, the sting overshadowed by the pain in my probably fractured ribs. My left eye is swelling, and I feel my pulse throbbing in my cheek and eyelid from a hit I didn't block.

"End her!" someone yells from my left. My opponent steps forward, bloodied but not giving up. I can't believe she's still standing.

"Fucking end her!" the voice shouts again. I take my chance and lunge, my fist connecting with her nose. The crack echoes, sending shivers down my spine. Her eyes roll back, and she falls to the floor, motionless.

I smile briefly, proud of my victory.

Thanks to years of training in our family gym, my dad doesn't hide me away. He trains me in Muay Thai, kickboxing, and weapons. These underground fights are where I use my skills.

"Valentina, come on," someone grabs my arm. It's my cousin Dante, looking worried. The crowd is panicking, trying to escape, and fights are breaking out.

"The cops are here," he says, pulling me out of the cage and grabbing my gear.

I panic. "What if Papa finds out?"

"Exactly," Dante says, dragging me through another warehouse to a gas station parking lot. "Clean yourself up," he says, throwing me a towel.

"Thanks," I say, draping it over my shoulder and removing my gloves. I head inside the gas station to the restrooms.

In the dirty mirror, I see my swollen eye and forming bruise. How am I going to hide this tonight?

After cleaning the blood off my skin, I put on my cropped hoodie and head into the store. I grab an ice cream from the freezer and press it against my eye, feeling immediate relief. I pay for the ice cream, and the cashier watches me warily as I leave.

“Valentina, hurry up,” Dante yells from across the parking lot.

I flip him off and walk slowly toward him, trying not to breathe too deeply because of the pain in my ribs.

“You have a visitor,” Dante says, his eyes narrowing as he looks toward the road, his shoulders tensing.

“Who?” I look in the same direction. “No way.” Walking toward us are my twin brother, Vito, and Giovanni, my would-be suitor. Annoyed, I shove my gloves in my bag and sling it over my shoulder, wincing.

“Valentina,” Dante stops me from storming off. “Play nice.” He winks and squeezes my arm reassuringly.

My dad has this old-fashioned idea that he can marry me off to another Italian Mob family. Over my dead body.

I march toward Vito, who looks amused. “Give me your keys,” I demand, holding out my hand. I ignore Giovanni completely, glaring at my brother.

Vito, only a minute older than me, has always bossed me around. We look alike with our dark hair and nearly black eyes, but he's five inches taller and likes to play the big brother, always backing me up and giving me grief.

“I don’t think so,” Vito says, swatting my hand away and turning back to Giovanni.

“Whatever.” I sneer and turn away.

I refuse to give Giovanni any attention, no matter his future as head of his family and his fortune. He's ten years older than me; why would he want someone who can't even drink legally?

I head back to my cousin. “Hey, can I borrow your bike, please?” I ask, wincing as the pain in my side worsens.

“No way,” he says, picking up the black helmet off the seat.

“Please, Dante,” I beg.

His eyes linger on a point behind me, and his gaze narrows as I hear footsteps approaching. “If you scratch it, you buy it. You owe me.” He drops the key in my hand.

“Thank you. I love you.” I tiptoe and kiss his cheek before swinging my leg over and straddling the black Ducati.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Vito looks at Dante in horror.

“Always,” Dante balances the helmet on my head and takes my bag from my shoulders.

“Valentina, Papa will fucking kill you, me, and Dante if anything else happens to you.” Vito grabs my arm, surveying my face for the damage already appearing.

“Well, if I die, I won’t have anything to worry about, will I?” I remove his fingers from my bicep and slide the key into the ignition. The bike purrs to life and the noise is like music to my ears, drowning out the world around me.

“Your funeral.” Vito shrugs.

My eyes drift to Giovanni. He stands silently, staring at me as I sit on the bike with my gym shorts riding up, showing off my muscular thighs. What a creep.

“Will I see you at the benefit tonight?” he asks, flashing a grin that probably makes most women swoon. But behind those charming brown eyes, there's a hint of darkness, promising revenge for my indifference. He's undeniably attractive, with deep brown eyes and almost black hair that looks effortlessly styled, though you know he spends hours on it.

I put on my helmet and ignore him, revving the bike loudly to drown out his voice. Without looking back, I speed out of the parking lot, leaving a cloud of dust behind.

The hum of the bike on the open road and the feel of every curve and bump calms me. I love riding on the highway, weaving through traffic and feeling the rush of adrenaline. My dad bought me a custom purple Ducati 999S for my eighteenth birthday, and I named her Violet. She's my pride and joy.

Growing up with my cousins and brother, I did a lot of "boy" things. That's probably why I'm a tomboy at heart, enjoying working on my bike and fighting. I think my dad wished I were a boy to help take over the family business, but instead, he got me, his little girl who he thinks is too emotional for the job.

Our childhood mansion is just down the road from the house used in The Godfather. Our Tuscan-style villa is surrounded by lush lawns, manicured gardens, and a high brick fence for security. My dad, a respected New York Mob Boss, takes our safety seriously. We have an armed guard at the gate 24/7, an ex-military soldier who fought in Afghanistan.

“Papa, are you home?” I shout from the bottom of the grand staircase. In the kitchen, I find our nanny, Vana, making biscotti. It's a tradition for us to have dinner together whenever we're all home. Every Sunday lunch is a must, no matter what.

“Vana, have you seen Papa?” I ask, grabbing a San Pellegrino from the fridge.

“No, he called to say he won’t be back before the gala. He said to get ready and go without him,” she replies, placing the biscotti in the oven. She looks at me with concern; she's seen me battered and bruised many times and helped me hide it from my dad.

“Weird,” I say, noticing my two Dobermans, Storm and Midnight, scratching at the glass doors. “Storm, Midnight,” I call, opening the door.

They jump on me excitedly.

“I missed you both so much.”

I drop to my knees, letting them tackle me to the floor. They whine, lick my face, and cover the marble floors with muddy paw prints.

“Stop. Sit!” I command. They sit attentively, ears pricked forward, waiting for my next move.

My dad gave me Storm and Midnight for my birthday to keep me safe and help with the nightmares after I learned what real evil is. They're my loyal soul mates, never leaving my side until I moved away for school. They're trained to obey only me, which annoys the rest of my family.

“I love you,” I tell them, letting them know they can move. They lick my hands and run back outside to the pool.

“Valentina, go get ready for the gala; I’ll clean this mess,” Vana says, looking at me with a mix of love and annoyance. I always make extra work for her.

“Thanks. I love you,” I say, kissing her cheek before heading upstairs to my room.

I sync my phone to the speakers and let Tupac’s "How Do You Want It" play. I lose myself in the music, dancing around and using my bed as a stage. As the song ends, "Trouble" by Memorecks starts, giving me a wicked idea.

I look at the deep purple ball gown hanging on the door and flip it off. The last thing I want is to attend another charity gala, being paraded around like a showpiece.

Last Chapters

You Might Like 😍

Oops. My Boss Was Seventeen

Oops. My Boss Was Seventeen

4.1k Views · Completed · Selena Maeve
The Plan: Travel back in time to high school, identify my insanely intimidating future billionaire boss before he gets rich, and suck up to him so hard I secure a six-figure job for life.
The Execution: Perfect. I brought him coffee, cheered at his games, and basically operated as his unpaid teenage executive assistant. He’s totally buying it.
The Problem: I was trying to network my way into the C-suite. I think I just networked my way into his bed.
The Last of US

The Last of US

1.6k Views · Ongoing · S.M.W
you are my queen, and I want to kiss you now,” he said.
I’m not sure that was what I expected him to say, but I had been waiting to hear it. I smiled playfully, looking at him. “Yes, my king,” I said.
Moments, his lips were on mine. The kiss was soft and gentle at first, his hands wrapped around my waist, pulling me close to him; I let my arms find their way around his neck. I felt his tongue gently run along my lower lip and couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my mouth at its touch. Von only took that as permission and slipped his tongue into my mouth; I let my tongue explore his mouth as he did the same to mine. Eventually, the kiss grew deeper, and before I knew it, I was straddling his lap in one quick motion. His hands found their way to my hair, tangled in it as he tugged it lightly in his grip. I couldn’t help moaning against his lips; a growl of pleasure came from deep in his throat.


My name is Arianna Maree Paxton however I Hate that name my parents gave me that name, after my , great-great grandmother. So I go by Ari. you see my parents are hardly that they hate me in every way possible. I am only here to be their slave and plaything, otherwise they probably would of killed me a long time ago. My family belong to a pride of snow leopards well now were more of a group then a pride most of us have died out. I have a feeling my species will be coming to a end soon and the worst part of it is that we will die with such a shameful legacy left behind one that I want no part of.

Were simply a small part of the shifter community, most every other shifter, magical beings live in harmony with humans and other beings. However, they do have their own rules they each follow but for the most part the respect each other, it doesn’t mean they share anything by any means. Each has their own schools, hospitals, and way of living but terrroity and lives are generally respected. However, I feel that is mostly in part to fear of the Royal family.

However my species is dying out because they have lost their way , when you force your leopard to do horrid things it will eventually leave you , which was what was happing all around me , when that happens you can no longer find a mate , and usually you lose your mind. Without mates we can no longer reproduce hence the feeling of the end coming soon. Or at least I thought that was the reason I have that feeling but I kind of feel like something bigger is on the way.
A Queen Among Darkness (Book 4 in the Gods' Saga)

A Queen Among Darkness (Book 4 in the Gods' Saga)

6.6k Views · Ongoing · ADB_Stories
Isolde’s life was full of love and joy. She was set to be High priestess of the makkari, but everything changed in a single night when she lost everything at the hands of someone she thought she could trust.

For centuries, she has been on the run, helping the supernatural community under the cloak of anonymity while she works to clear her name and save the very people after her from destruction.

Enemies are closing in, but an unexpected complication befalls her when she realises she’s been fated to someone who wants her species exterminated. After all, an evil chance seldom comes alone.

A Queen Among Darkness is the 4th book in the Queen Among Series/The Gods' Saga. This is an interconnected series. To see how it ends, I recommend reading the full series.

Books in the series in order:
A Queen Among Alphas - Book 1
Bite-Size Luna - A Queen Among Alphas Prequel (available under book 1)
A Queen Among Snakes - Book 2
A Queen Among Blood - Book 3
A Queen Among Darkness - Book 4
Whole Again - A Queen Among Alpha's spin-off (available under book 1)
A Queen Among Tides - Book 5
Valor, Virtue, and Verve - Tides Prequel Spin-off (will be available under book 5)
A Queen Among Gods - Book 6
Runaway Empress - A Queen Among Snakes Prequel (will be available under book 2)
A Queen Among Tempests - Book 7
Dark Vocation - Darkness spin-off (will be available under book 4)
A Court of Arcane Souls Anthology (side character short stories exclusive to Ream)
Royal Shadow Series (Next Generation Coming Soon)
Ignition And Ice; A Racer's Forbidden Blueprint

Ignition And Ice; A Racer's Forbidden Blueprint

2.6k Views · Ongoing · Awkward Pen
Merritt Lawson has spent years building two impossible dreams.

The first? Becoming an architect worthy of finally making her mark.

The second?

Convincing herself that one day, Hayes Gallagher–NHL superstar, lifelong best friend, and the man she’s secretly loved for years–will finally see her as more than the girl who’s always there when he needs her.

He doesn’t.

So when Hayes abandons her for yet another girl, Merritt decides she’s done waiting.

One reckless night later, she ends up in the arms of a stranger whose touch makes forgetting Hayes dangerously easy.

She never expects to see him again. Until that stranger turns out to be Stellan Mercer.

Formula One’s most infamous golden boy. And Hayes’s stepbrother who is the one man Hayes would rather destroy than share a room with.

When Stellan uses his influence to make Merritt lead designer on his luxury penthouse project, staying away from him becomes impossible.

Working behind closed doors quickly turns into a secret neither of them can afford. Because the more Merritt falls for the man she was never supposed to touch… the more Hayes realizes he may have lost the only girl who ever truly loved him.

And when jealousy, family rivalry, and the spotlight collide, Merritt will have to decide which dream she’s willing to lose.

Her career, her heart. Or both.
The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

The Pack: Rule Number 1 - No Mates

2m Views · Ongoing · Jaylee
Soft hot lips find the shell of my ear and he whispers, "You think I don't want you?" He pushes his hips forward, grinding into the back of my ass and I groan. "Really?" He chuckles.

"Let me go," I whimper, my body trembling with need. "I don't want you touching me."

I fall forward onto the bed then turn around to stare at him. The dark tattoos of Domonic's chiseled shoulders, quiver and and expand with the heave of his chest. His deep dimpled smile is full of arrogance as he reaches behind himself to lock the door.

Biting his lip, he stalks toward me, his hand going to the seam of his pants and the thickening bulge there.

"Are you sure you don't want me to touch you?" He whispers, untying the knot and slipping a hand inside. "Because I swear to God, that is all I have been wanting to do. Every single day from the moment you stepped in our bar and I smelled your perfect flavor from across the room."


New to the world of shifters, Draven is human on the run. A beautiful girl who no one could protect. Domonic is the cold Alpha of the Red Wolf Pack. A brotherhood of twelve wolves that live by twelve rules. Rules which they vowed could NEVER be broken.

Especially - Rule Number One - No Mates

When Draven meets Domonic, he knows that she is his mate, but Draven has no idea what a mate is, only that she has fallen in love with a shifter. An Alpha that will break her heart to make her leave. Promising herself, she will never forgive him, she disappears.

But she doesn’t know about the child she’s carrying or that the moment she left, Domonic decided rules were made to be broken - and now will he ever find her again? Will she forgive him?
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother

Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother

2.9m Views · Ongoing · Harper Rivers
Falling for my boyfriend's Navy brother.

"What is wrong with me?

Why does being near him make my skin feel too tight, like I’m wearing a sweater two sizes too small?

It’s just newness, I tell myself firmly.

He’s my boyfirend’s brother.

This is Tyler’s family.

I’m not going to let one cold stare undo that.

**

As a ballet dancer, My life looks perfect—scholarship, starring role, sweet boyfriend Tyler. Until Tyler shows his true colors and his older brother, Asher, comes home.

Asher is a Navy veteran with battle scars and zero patience. He calls me "princess" like it's an insult. I can't stand him.

When My ankle injury forces her to recover at the family lake house, I‘m stuck with both brothers. What starts as mutual hatred slowly turns into something forbidden.

I'm falling for my boyfriend's brother.

**

I hate girls like her.

Entitled.

Delicate.

And still—

Still.

The image of her standing in the doorway, clutching her cardigan tighter around her narrow shoulders, trying to smile through the awkwardness, won’t leave me.

Neither does the memory of Tyler. Leaving her here without a second thought.

I shouldn’t care.

I don’t care.

It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.

It’s not my business if some spoiled little princess has to walk home in the dark.

I’m not here to rescue anyone.

Especially not her.

Especially not someone like her.

She’s not my problem.

And I’ll make damn sure she never becomes one.

But when my eyes fell on her lips, I wanted her to be mine.
The Family Books 1-3 (A Mafia romance)

The Family Books 1-3 (A Mafia romance)

2.7k Views · Completed · Emma Mountford
Saints and Sinners- She was the light to my dark.
The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves.
A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched.
Until someone took that innocence from her.
She left.
The darkness in my heart was finally complete.
I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back.
Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money.
She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching.
This time I won’t let her escape.
I will make her back into the girl I knew.
Whether she likes it or not.
2/ Judge and Jury- I can’t stop watching her.

I’m not even sure I want to.

Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she’s in.

She’s also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn’t been bought.

The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time.

I know I should execute her.
After all that’s what I do.

I am the Judge.
I eliminate threats to The Family.
And Taylor is a threat.
But I don’t want to kill her.
Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror.

3/ Rags and Ritches-
Pregnant by My Husband's Rival Alpha

Pregnant by My Husband's Rival Alpha

20.4k Views · Completed · Christina
I woke up three years into a marriage I barely remembered—pregnant with twins that weren't my husband's.

Those words should have destroyed me, but the truth was worse: I'd been used as a broodmare by the man who swore to love me, set up in a hotel room with a stranger because My husband Alexander Cross couldn't father children himself, and now I carried the secret babies of Damon Lester—the most powerful and dangerous Alpha in San Loris—while my own family replaced me with the daughter they'd always wanted. But when that same stranger's doctor appeared at my door, when twenty million dollars exchanged hands over a fake perfume bearing my secret identity, and when Damon's gray eyes locked onto mine with recognition I couldn't afford, I realized my carefully hidden life as the legendary perfumer Vera was colliding with a pregnancy that could cost me everything.

Could I protect my babies from the husband plotting my death, hide my true identity from the Alpha who's been hunting me for years, and reclaim the freedom I'd buried along with my dreams—even if it means standing alone against the wolves who see me as nothing more than a womb to be used and discarded?
Iron And Glamour Just Don't Mix

Iron And Glamour Just Don't Mix

5.2k Views · Ongoing · Kit Bryan
Have you ever seen a screaming toddler and thought, wow, they just can’t be the same good-natured kid who was eating cereal ten minutes ago?
Well… Sometimes you just might turn out to be right.
It turns out, the fae stole my little brother. In his place? A pixie with boundary issues and a talent for home repairs.
I’ve spent my life taking care of everyone else. So when my baby brother is taken, I don’t hesitate. I walk straight into a faerie mansion and make a bargain with its infuriatingly charming master.
Kie is everything you’d expect from a dangerous fae, beautiful, political, and entirely too amused by me. Power wrapped in a smirk. Sensual, mischievous, and far too aware of the effect he has on people. He agrees to help me find my brother.
For a price.
Now I’m bound by a faerie bargain and navigating a world of glamour, manipulation, and ancient rules I definitely should have learned sooner, enchanted forests, political games, magical contracts, and a fae lord who treats seduction like a perfectly reasonable negotiation tactic.
Iron is how I keep people out.
Glamour is how he draws them in.
And apparently, they just don’t mix.
Lethal Web of Mafia's Revenge (Sequal to "Innocent in Mafia's Web)

Lethal Web of Mafia's Revenge (Sequal to "Innocent in Mafia's Web)

1.6k Views · Ongoing · rafia shahid
He grabbed my hair and dragged me downstairs. His grip on my hands and feet ached terribly. I sobbed and wept, silent tears streaming down my face. I was powerless to break free, my left hand clutching my broken right wrist.

He was a beast inhabiting this mansion, inflicting inhuman torture on my poor soul. He had created a living hell for me, this pitiful girl, within his castle.

On this cold winter night, he threw my wounded body into the icy pool, arrogantly enjoying it all, drinking and smoking expensive cigars. A satisfied, cold smile played on his lips as he reveled in my pain. His face was filled with the darkness of sin.

“How...more...am I…still…standing?” I stammered, my lips trembling.

Zain paused, thinking. Then, turning away from her, he replied:

“Until you die!”

With that, he left. As he wished. At that moment, my wish came true; I died.

But not in a frozen pool; I was struck in the head by a bullet from afar, blood splattering everywhere—that was far more gruesome.

My consciousness began to fade, but suddenly, I opened my eyes again and found myself mopping the floor in an ordinary restaurant.

I was startled: What happened? I was reborn? This is unbelievable!
Dangerous Love with the Mafia

Dangerous Love with the Mafia

4.9k Views · Ongoing ·
On the worst day of her life, Sarah Davis loses everything—her surgical residency, her home, and her dignity.
Driven out by her adoptive mother and sexually harassed by her boss, she stumbles into a seedy bar, desperate to drown her sorrows. There she meets Alex: sharp, devastatingly handsome, and impossibly charming.
What starts as a wild one-night stand blossoms into a tender, almost surreal romance—art galleries, riverside walks, and whispered promises that feel too perfect to be real. But when Alex vanishes without a word after a morning of gentle intimacy, Sarah is left with a hollow ache and a creeping doubt.
Their encounter was no accident. Behind Alex's blue eyes and skilled touch lies a darkness far deeper than she ever imagined—and the love that burned so bright may come with a price that could destroy her.