Reborn, I Ruined Their Perfect Life

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 703 | Released on: 10/03/2026

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warm, lethal weight against my frantically beating pulse. The fire from the guest wing roa

utting effortlessly through the crackle of the flames and the howling wind. It wasn'

n steady despite the crushing proximity of his body. "And then they were going to execute me

narrowing. He didn't release me, but the subt

ightly into the rough stone behind me to anchor myself, "right

nd and took a half-step back, the leather of his holster creaking faintly. He crossed his arms

e main entrance of the estate, visible through the snow-dusted hedges. The wa

d, pointing towar

lla Marshall. Her pristine, untouchable image was entirely shattered. A woman in a lavish mink coat wa

rshalls and the Caseys. Hoy Casey was caught in that blast on Marshall territory, and his wife is demanding blood. This isn't a si

expression remained impassive, but I could see the dark calculation in

ss key. The metal was freezing against my palm. I held it up between us. T

ing to a lethal whisper. "You don't just cut dow

ck to me, his gaze dropp

at the First National Bank. Inside is a list of every single police officer, judge, and politician Alistair has

e only sound between us was the r

ile touch his lips-a dark, predatory curve that was infinitely more terrifying than h

he took the brass key. He didn't look at the metal; his obsidian eyes rem

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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.”