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The Dead Bride's Vicious Mafia Comeback

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 788    |    Released on: 14/03/2026

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ailored suit a stark contrast to the blood and shattered diamonds scattered across the marble. Th

Rossi," the messenger announced, his voic

o puffed out his chest. They thought this was the final jud

riano, who rescued Eleonora Rossi from a tragic fire in Philadelphia last month, The Commission hereby declares the Valeriano name to be under

hat followed

all color, the realization hitting him like a physical blow. He had been seconds away

ding the parchment toward me. "Signo

ooked up at the messenger, my voice trembling just enough to sound like a t

r frowned. "

a part of this family. He ordered his men to take me away." I let a single, perfectly timed t

that he had attempted to murder the Chairman's protected sa

rushed forward, his hands trembling as he reached out to help me up. "A misunderstanding. A terrible, interna

cked onto me, no longer just observing, but burning with a dangerous, predatory fascination. He saw

onfused, Don Silas," I said, my voice losing its fragile tremor, replaced by cold ste

forward with his hands raised.

Valeriano women do not share their husbands. I am the

yguard caught her. "You bitch!" she shri

to the light. Her sharp eyes had already calculated the immense value of t

th absolute authority. She looked at Isabella with thinly veiled disgust. "E

inst her guard, her f

er, offering him a flawless, aristocratic bow. I picked up an

tal flute toward her. "It seems your wedding celebratio

pleased to hear the Starks made the wise choice to uphold t

ing Marco out of her way. Her guards had to practically drag her out of the foyer

nds and ruined canvas, holding the

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“A year ago, my husband Marco traded my life for a political alliance. I watched his mistress's taillights fade into the dark as the freezing waters of Lake Michigan swallowed me whole. They called my drowning a tragic accident and burned a fake body before anyone could demand an autopsy. Tonight, Marco is marrying that same mistress, Isabella, in a lavish ballroom filled with Chicago's underworld elites. They even conceived a child during my mourning period, a deadly sin in our traditional Mafia family. They thought I was rotting at the bottom of the lake, completely forgotten. But they didn't know I had survived, bleeding through brutal underground training just to crawl my way back. When the wedding venue plunged into darkness and a single spotlight hit me standing there in a white mourning gown, Marco dropped his glass. "Arabella? No... you're dead," he choked out, his face draining of blood. Isabella shrieked, looking like she had seen the devil himself. Did they really think a little water could wash away our sacred vows? They stole my life, my name, and my family, expecting me to stay a compliant ghost forever so they could secure their power. I smiled coldly as I handed the Mafia Don a decree of absolute protection from The Commission. I am Arabella Stark, and my vendetta only ends when they drown in their own blood.”
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