Reborn, I Ruined Their Perfect Life

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 624 | Released on: 10/03/2026

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g against the sudden spike of adrenaline in my veins. The frame-up. The ni

suite, Adina's hushed, irritated voice

asey, here yet?" Adina hissed, h

rina," a second voice trembled. Carla. The maid I had onc

eason. The penalty for a Mafia wife sleeping with a rival boss is a bullet to the head. And her little merchant trust fund? It defaults back to t

inds out we orchestrat

go." Adina's voice dropped, mimicking her brother's cold, authoritative baritone. "'Kylie's intuition is like

harder than the

dark abyss. If I stayed in this bed, Hoy Casey would walk throug

h a dull thud, biting my lip until I tasted copper to kee

casting long, dancing shadows.

e hand, I reached up and s

e wick's flame instantly. Fire roared to life, eagerly devour

ring into the inferno, a memory I had

te businesses that could double our territory's wealth. He hadn't ev

bon. "You reek of money, a stench you'll never wash off. You don't understand honor. A true Mafia

g away the last of my fear. He and Kylie Gallo

ing. Outside the door, Adina shrieked as the

she screamed, her footst

. I pushed myself up, using the wall for support. I needed to move before the smoke inhalation finished what the drug started

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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.”