She Died Once: Now The Mafia Kneels

Chapter 2 No.2

Word Count: 795 | Released on: 21/03/2026

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avier than the scent of spilled

al promise of a Vendetta hung thick in the air. Yet, Dante stood his ground. He adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit, h

with a foolish condescension. "A marriage without love will only breed rese

y he helped orchestrate-as a convenient excuse to claim his treacherous prize. He thought I was still

to break h

rs straighten, wiping the fake, trembling tears from my cheeks. The devast

ignation. "Izzy," he murmured, his tone dripping with a sickening, rehearsed p

his cheek before he cou

d put the entire weight of my body into it, channeling every ounce of the p

rint bloomed instantly across his pale skin. He fro

nging out like striking steel, devoid of any warmth. "I will make sure all of Chicago kno

disdain. Looking at his bewildered face, a dark thought surfaced in my mind. In our past life, his father, Don Vincent, had died under highly suspicious circumsta

er. He realized he had lost control of the narrative. "Fine. If that is how yo

hanneled the fierce, territorial instinct of my bloodline. I wasn't protecting Eva; I was trap

ante snapped, taking a t

beside me, her eyes blazing with maternal fury. "You will leave this estate immediately, Dante, or y

ween my father's murderous glare and m

ce. "If we throw him out now, he will only spread lies. He will taint Eva's reputation

instantly considering the honor of his hou

face him. Let her tell this traditore(traitor) to his face that she wants nothin

. We will crush this insult right here." She turned her head toward the shadows n

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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.”