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The Swapped Bride: His Unseen Queen

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 730    |    Released on: Today at 19:32

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f violence. Oil portraits of Damien's ancestors lined the walls, their cold, painted eyes seeming to judge every st

ely. Instead, I paused, letting the suffocat

ors, the muffled voices of my brothers b

id. His voice was stiff, always calculating the political arithmetic of our liv

, his tone laced with his usual self-righteousness. "A grand to

e porcelain doll, while I had always been the sacrificial lamb. I was about to p

to a harsh, bitter sneer that froze my hand inches from the door. "If he doesn't hav

me like a ph

ke that mist

the aisle toward that ambitious monster, blinded by the promise of Washington power. Why the sudden shift? What "mistake" was

shock beneath a mask of absolute indiffe

nd the conversation i

g absorbed the dim light filtering through the heavy velvet curtains. The air was thick with

looked entirely out of place in the heart of the *Cosa Nostra

r our mother's death in childbirth, a sin I could never wash away. They had come here on Catheri

in my impeccably tailored dark silk dress, looki

ingle word of greeting, he picked up his crystal glass of whiskey from a side table, turned his back to m

lent, their hostility a p

bridge the gap, begging for a scrap of familial love. But as I looked at them now, I

were the first stepping stones

on an empty velvet armchair near the unlit fireplace. I crossed my legs, resting my h

standing in my parlor, w

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The Swapped Bride: His Unseen Queen
The Swapped Bride: His Unseen Queen
“I woke up gasping for air, expecting to feel the crushed ribs and shattered glass from the fatal car crash. Instead, I found myself in the cavernous bedroom of the Franco Estate in 1928 Chicago. In my past life, my stepmother forced me to marry a golden-boy politician, while throwing my stepsister Clara to Damien Franco, the ruthless mafia boss. But Clara became the Mafia Queen, and Damien destroyed my husband's career, leaving me to die in disgrace as a sacrificed pawn. This time, the script was flipped. My stepmother kept the "clean" politician for Clara and threw me to the monster. Just three days after my wedding, my family arrived at my new home. Not to comfort me, but to strip me of my late mother's trust fund. They rigged my assets, leaving me with toxic, gang-tied warehouses designed to bankrupt me and get me killed in an Irish mob turf war. "She's not a wife, she's collateral meant to absorb the mafia's bullets. She'll be dead within a year." Clara's mocking words reached my ears, confirming my darkest fears. I spent my entire last life bleeding my soul dry for their approval, only to be betrayed. I couldn't fathom how my own father and brothers could gleefully orchestrate my murder just to line their pockets. But they had no idea they had just handed me the keys to the underworld. I wasn't that naive girl anymore. I slammed the ledgers of their embezzlement onto the mahogany table, looked my arrogant brothers in the eye, and invoked the absolute, bloody laws of the Cosa Nostra to collect their debts. This time, I would tear their empire to the ground.”
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