She Died Once: Now The Mafia Kneels

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 708 | Released on: 21/03/2026

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at was inside. Before my father could even question Bianca's sudden intrusion, Eva let out a ragged, desperate gasp. She doubled over, a violent fit

ght the girl just before she hit the Persia

Are you blind, Bianca?" my mother hissed, her voice dripping with the icy, unforgiving authority of a Mafia Queen. "Can y

fectly blank, offering no help. Eva needed to feel she had won. She needed to

protective embrace. With trembling legs, she crawled f

er gave his life for yours. Today, I am willing to use my marriage to defend the Mor

hand in his. "I, Dante Falcone, swear before God," he declared, his dark eyes burning with a sickeningly earnest light, "

he future-I remembered how easily he had sacrificed this "true love" when the Commission offered him a taste of real power. But my father didn't know that. Don Marco's jaw clen

push my parents

p down my cheek. I forced a tragic, forgiving smile onto my l

rificing my betrothal is what it takes to keep the peace... I don't care about the wh

hair, her heart breaking for the daughter she thought was sacrificing her own pride for the surviv

ing between Dante and Eva. They thought they had outsmarted the Butche

ly by the heavy mahogany door, the silver box clutched ti

r boots clicking sharply a

and unwavering, shattering the solemn atmosphere of the study. "You are al

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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.”