She Died Once: Now The Mafia Kneels

Author: Benjamen Ernst

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 714 | Released on: 21/03/2026

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tasted like copper an

he look in Dante Falcone's eyes-a sickening blend of shock and agony-as I drove my mother-of-pearl hairpin deep into his throat. We had bled out tog

anished, replaced by the heavy arom

Estate. My hand hovered inches from the heavy mahogany door of my father's study. It wa

marry I

laced with an arrogant certainty

hal, Don Marco. I want Ev

d brought his memories of our bloody future back with him, and he thought he could simply rewrite the script b

the only one who

cry over traitors; we bury them. If Dante wanted to play the vis

dened my eyes, summoning a look of pure, unadulterated devas

ing. He looked at me not with the hatred of our final moments, but with a condescen

tarted, taking

speak he

o his feet. His broad chest heaved, his eyes blazing with a lethal, predatory fury. In one violent mo

ed across the hearth. The air instantly turned

g to a dangerous, gravelly register. "Your father, Don Vincent, begged for this alliance on his

on Marco. But there is no love between Isabella and m

oug

ercely into her arms, pressing my face against her silk blouse to shield me from the hum

glared at him with absolute disgust. "You break a sacred vow, and for what? You think our daughter is trash you can jus

rath of the Mafia Queen, looking entirely too pleased with himself for survi

ther's embrace, hiding the dark, v

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She Died Once: Now The Mafia Kneels

Benjamen Ernst Mafia

“I was the Mafia Princess of the Wolfe family, engaged to Daniel Marino to unite our powerful syndicates. But during a hit at a speakeasy, we were both gunned down. As my chest was torn apart by a Tommy gun, I looked at my fiancé, expecting him to reach for me. Instead, there was no despair in his eyes, only a twisted, selfish terror. We both died on that floor, but the devil sent us back to the day of my hospital discharge. Instead of finalizing our wedding, Daniel stormed into my father's study. "I won't marry Isabella. I want Celine." He demanded to break our engagement, claiming he wouldn't be collateral damage in a Wolfe family war, and declared his true love for my sweet, orphaned adopted sister. He thought shedding me would save his life, completely unaware that the assassination was orchestrated by his precious Celine. In my past life, I didn't know she was a rat who sold our patrol routes to rivals and plotted my murder just to take my place. If I hadn't died once, I would have believed her manufactured tears and comforted her. But this time, I remembered everything. I buried the vengeful woman I had become and let my face pale as I pushed open the heavy oak doors. "Daniel? You... you want Celine?" I whispered, forcing a heartbroken tear to fall. This time, I would play the fragile victim, just so I could orchestrate their absolute ruin.”