Oh! My Mafia Queen

Queen Icelyn Deathrana Morrigan “Take a look, Queen. Your grandfather’s birthday is coming—and yet you’re still single.” Attorney Reyes slid a thick folder across my desk like it was just another document to sign. I didn’t even open it. I only stared at it for a second before placing it on top of the other problems piling up in my life. Tsk. My grandfather is already gone, but even in death, he still found a way to control my future. He made sure I wouldn’t grow old alone—not on his watch. So in his last will and testament, he left me a condition that felt more like a curse: I can’t claim my inheritance unless I get married. And he knew exactly what he was doing. He knew I needed that money. Not because I’m desperate—no. I’m already wealthy. Successful. Powerful. But my inheritance isn’t just money. It’s leverage. It’s expansion. It’s the final piece I need to build my second empire. An empire that exists far away from the public eye. UNDERWORLD. There were so many other conditions he could’ve written. Charity work. A board seat. A public project. Anything. But marriage? That was the kind of “wisdom” my grandfather was famous for. And I hated him for it. I lifted my chin and called calmly, my voice as cold as polished steel. “Butler Mae.” The door opened at once. “Bring me young, famous, talented men in the country,” I ordered. “I want a list by tomorrow.” Butler Mae bowed, expression unreadable, and left my office without a word. Attorney Reyes smiled as if he had won something. “I hope you find someone. Maybe the first batch Butler Mae brings will finally match your taste.” My eyes slowly turned to him. Cold. Sharp. He had the nerve to speak as if he knew me. As if he had any right to comment on my choices. My voice was flat. Emotionless. “Get out.” He froze. For a second, he looked like he couldn’t believe I had dismissed him so easily. Then his shoulders dropped as if he remembered who I was. “S-sorry, Queen,” he muttered, gathering his papers in a hurry. He left my office like a man escaping a guillotine. I rolled my eyes. How did he know? How did he know every man Butler Mae had brought before—every “perfect candidate”—had been rejected by me? Only Butler Mae and I knew that. My gaze drifted to the long glass nameplate on my desk, framed with gold detailing. My name was engraved there in elegant lettering, as if it belonged to royalty. Queen Deathrana Icelyn Killian Morrigan. Too long. Too heavy. Too cold. I let out a quiet breath and shook my head. Why would my parents give me a name like this? Out of all the names in the world, why something that sounded like a prophecy? As if they named me after my fate. To rule the world of business… …and the world of criminals. My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heels clicking with confidence—too confident—across my office floor. “Queen,” my secretary announced, holding a folder. “This is the business proposal from Grandford Company. They’re hoping for your kind response.” I didn’t look up right away. “How many times do I have to tell you,” I said coolly, “do not accept their proposals. I’m not interested in the car business.” A pause. Then—an offended gasp. “And how many times do I have to tell you that I’m Christine, not Christian, ha?” she snapped, hands planted on her hips. I finally looked at her. Christine—twenty-five years old, dramatic, fearless, and far too comfortable with me. Most people trembled under my stare. Christine? She survived it daily. I narrowed my eyes at her, letting the silence stretch. She only rolled her eyes. “Your cold stare won’t work on me, Queen,” she said, annoyed, before slapping the folder onto my desk anyway. I glanced at it once and pushed it aside without reading a single line. Christine pressed a hand to her chest like she was wounded. “Heartless! Grabe! Fine—I’ll cancel it again. I feel bad for them, honestly. Every week they send a proposal, and every week you reject them.” She turned dramatically and strutted out like she was walking a runway. The door clicked shut. The office went quiet again. And somehow… my name felt louder in the silence. Deathrana. Death. Coldness. That’s what my name means to me. As if my parents already knew I’d end up like this—untouchable, unstoppable, and alone. I stood up abruptly and walked into the private room connected to my office. Behind it was a secured elevator—restricted access only. My elevator. My path down. I stepped inside and pressed the button for the underground level. The descent was smooth and silent. When the doors opened, the lights revealed rows of luxury vehicles—perfectly aligned, gleaming like weapons. I walked to the key station and grabbed one without looking. A sharp beep echoed. A red Mercedes-Benz lit up. Of course. I approached it, got in, and started the engine. The moment the tires touched the ramp, my mind shifted into work mode. Today was the first day of the term at my school—my school. I wasn’t a student anymore. I finished early—my IQ made sure of that. But school ownership came with endless paperwork, new staff, new faces… new issues. There would be many transfers, many “important parents,” many problems that required my signature. And I wouldn’t deal with them alone. In my company, I had an assistant. In my school, I had another one. Van. Christine is twenty-five—loud, clever, and loyal in her own chaotic way. Van is also twenty-five, but completely different. Quiet. Efficient. A loyal friend of my grandfather. When Lolo and Dad died, Van stayed. He became my second father in everything but blood. And both of them… know my secret. The dirty secret behind my clean empire. The Organization. The one I control. The one I run. The one that made me a queen—far beyond business. I didn’t even realize I’d arrived until the school gates were already in front of me. I slowed the car. And somewhere deep inside me, a dangerous thought whispered: If I must marry to claim my inheritance… Then I need a man I can control. A man who won’t betray me. A man who won’t ruin the life I built. But fate… Fate enjoys choosing the worst possible candidate. And I had a feeling my life was about to prove that again.