Reborn, I Ruined Their Perfect Life

Author: Priority

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 625 | Released on: 10/03/2026

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ding into my abdomen didn't hurt nearly

ho was to be officially crowned Don of the Chicago o

ng copper as I stared up a

whispered, his handsome face a mask of cruel indi

always claimed was just a fragi

rug. "I bought you those Thompson submachine guns. I la

pinning me to the floor. "The men think she's my lucky charm. They respect her. You? Y

his next words pierce

rless laugh. "My mother and Adina orchestrated that little frame-up, Isabella. But I gave the order. I needed

rned to ash. Five years of marriage, built entirely on a

ch the life leave my eyes.

y updo. With a final, guttural scream fueled by pure Vendetta,

d sprayed across my face as he collapsed beside me,

damned if I left my empire for Kylie to inherit. Dragging my heavy,

he rug and climbing the velvet curtains. I lay in the pooling blood, smilin

listering heat seared my skin, melting away

e burnin

the cloying scent of lavender and the bitter

my eyes sn

up at a familiar, vaulted ceiling. The heat wasn't from an inferno; it was fr

intact. No bl

ug-induced lethargy. I knew t

or, a hushed, irritated

damn Irishman, C

ing in the family and handed Alistair the chains to bind me. I hadn't just sur

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“I spent five years laundering my family's wealth and buying military-grade weapons to crown my husband, Alistair, the Don of the Chicago Mafia. But the night before his coronation, he drove an Italian stiletto into my stomach. He sneered that a Don needed a true Mafia Queen, and that was always meant to be his "fragile" friend, Kylie. As I bled out on the Persian rug, he revealed the sickening truth. The night I was found in a rival Irish boss's bed two years ago wasn't a setup by our enemies. Alistair had ordered his own mother and sister to drug and frame me. He just needed me terrified enough to sign over my merchant trust fund to prove my loyalty. My entire marriage, my sacrifices, and my stolen wealth were just stepping stones for him and his mistress. I had bled for him and won him the city, only to be slaughtered like a sacrificial lamb so he could hand my empire to another woman. Before the flames I started consumed us both, I swore I'd drag his entire family to hell. Opening my eyes again, the suffocating smoke was gone, replaced by the scent of lavender and the bitter taste of chloral hydrate. I was back on the exact night of the frame-up two years ago. Outside the door, my sister-in-law was whispering, waiting for the Irish boss to arrive so they could ruin me. This time, I was going to make sure she was the one in that bed.”