The Dead Bride's Vicious Mafia Comeback

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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 t

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

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

the suite doors burst op

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

froze in the doorway, their eyes wide as they processe

wildly as the guards finally snapped out of

, 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 from

Anti-miscarriage medication

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

efield disguised as a breakfast service. The clinkin

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

acup, while Marco stared at his plate, sweating profusely. Francesca

scorted in by two guards for her final dismissal

rom his newspaper. "Bow to the

as, then marched directly toward Marco. With

ing with venom. "I will never be anyone's replacemen

"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