Reborn, I Ruined Their Perfect Life

Chapter 7 No.7

Word Count: 626 | Released on: 10/03/2026

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palm. He didn't holster his weapon, but the immediate threat of

of the burning guest wing. He looked at me not as a trembling victim, but as a ne

ien murmured, his deep voice cutting effortlessly

seemed to reach out and swallow his imposing frame. Without a single sound, the deadliest man in

had just made a deal with the devil. The board had irrevocably changed; my enemies were no longer just the pathetic Ma

nched rapidly

s sharp and focused. "The foyer is a madhouse. Carmella is losing her mind

ruined, soot-stained fabric of my gown. I buried my terror deep

ying into a chilling resolve. "The show is starting, a

ve arm around my waist as we navigated the

hicago. Shards of crystal from the shattered chandeliers crunched underfoot, mixing with spilled champagne and b

carrying a makeshift stretcher. On it lay Hoy Casey, his f

er. The woman on it was unconscious, her expensive party gown shredded to

ar, vicious

man. Blinded by her own desperate need for a scapegoat and her preconceived plot to frame me for her own sins, she didn't lo

stretcher and shrieked at Catarina Casey, her

d your husband here! She betrayed my son, betrayed the M

Catarina's eyes, burning with the promise of a bru

ched the matriarch of the Marshall

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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.”