The Dead Bride's Vicious Mafia Comeback

Chapter 6 No.6

Word Count: 820 | Released on: 14/03/2026

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e Mistress's Suite. Arabella's room. The heavy silk drapes and unopened Fr

her knees the moment the heavy oak door clicked shut. She wrapped her

ice barely a whisper. "Please. If you take this st

as a ghost-my sister's face, but with eyes forged in ice. "I know, Sofia," I murmured softly. "But the arrow has alread

, the suite doors burst

hair a tangled mess, and in her right hand, a silver stiletto blade gleamed under the chande

he didn't expect the brutal, undergrou

rist, and twisted it sharply. With a clean, ruthless sweep of my leg, I slammed h

roze in the doorway, their eyes wide as they processe

g wildly as the guards finally snapped out

, looking down at her with absol

" she roared, the veins in her neck bulging. "She is rotting

orcing a condescending smile to my lips. I turned to the stunned guards. "It seems Miss

idor, I locked the door. I had my confessio

note from a hollowed-out book in the library-a dead drop fro

Anti-miscarriage medicatio

r's mourning period to breed a bastard. In a devout, traditional Mafia family, a premarital pregnancy

lefield disguised as a breakfast service. The clink

an angel," she announced loudly, ensuring her voice carried across the long mahogany table. "A pure-blooded wife brings

eacup, while Marco stared at his plate, sweating profusely. Frances

escorted in by two guards for her final dismissa

rom his newspaper. "Bow to the

as, then marched directly toward Marco. With

ping with venom. "I will never be anyone's replacem

"I will be back. And when I am, I will step over this imposter

done. The air in the dining hall grew thick and heavy, t

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The Dead Bride's Vicious Mafia Comeback

Samuel Gray Mafia

“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.”