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The Dead Bride's Vicious Mafia Comeback

Chapter 7 7

Word Count: 783    |    Released on: 14/03/2026

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ants of breakfast was shattered by the sou

tti, Isabella's aunt, marched into the room flanked by two heavily armed Moretti *Soldiers*. Her chin was tilted in

even offer a respectful nod to Don Silas. Instead, her venomous gaze landed on me. "Did yo

gnation at the blatant disrespect. "Lucia, this

terrupted coldly, her eyes slicing through Lena.

the air, a blatant

his future-was walking out the door broke whatever fragile composure

etic desperation that made my stomach turn. "Don't do this. Stay.

th her?" she sneered, her voice echoing off the high ceilings. "Like you dealt with Arabella? Why did you even bo

plunged into a d

darting frantically toward his father. I kept my expression perfectly blank, though my heart hamm

cia commanded, grabb

he exit. It was time

ith a sickeningly sweet concern that stopped her dead in her tracks. "T

a terror so profound it stripped away her arrogance. "You're

pregnancy during a mourning period wasn't just a s

ocent surprise. "Oh, Lena, surely you knew? A mothe

na, her eyes blazing with betraya

caught Lena's eye. A silent, calculating exchange passed between the two older

hardening into stone. "Yes," Lena declared,

hing against her aunt's grip.

ilence was a damning confirmation. Isabella lunged forward and sla

, and walked slowly toward the center of the room. The she

dangerous rumble that left no room for argument. "It is family bu

er!" Lucia hissed,

er. "Escort Lucia Moretti off m

n Isabella and her aunt. Lucia's face contorted with pure rage as she

g Isabella's fate. She stood trembling in the center of the room, s

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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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