She Died Once: Now The Mafia Kneels

Chapter 5 No.5

Word Count: 706 | Released on: 21/03/2026

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nds didn't just shatter the solemn silence of my f

erile, tomb-like room at the Falcone Sanitarium. The air smelled of bleach and despair. I remembered kneel

ver me, tilting this exact silver box, dumping its contents over my trembling body. Dozens of letters had fluttered down like black snow. I had scrambled to read them, my heart shatte

ow, it was my sharpest weapon. I knew exac

my father thundered, his voice

er at Bianca. "You dare?" he spat, his eyes wild. "You insolent puttana (whore)! Don Marco, are you going

eyes. "Izzy... sister, why?" she sobbed, her voice trembling with perfect, rehearsed agony. "I know you hate me for Dante's ch

ted front of righteous indignation, de

ce with a response. I simply met Bianca's

irectly on my father's mahogany desk. Don Marco and my mother, Sofia, reached i

anned the familiar handwriting-Eva's elegant, looping script and Dante's sharp, aggressive scrawl

a forged these-" Dante started, tak

inished th

delivered a resounding, vicious slap across the girl's face. The crack echoed through the study

. "Animale senza onore! (Animal without honor!)" Tears of absolute disgust welled in her eyes

and hurled it violently at them. The heavy metal struck Dante's chest, and the lette

absolute destruction. "Fine! I will give you exactly what you want! I will make sure every fam

of her sins. The fragile, innocent mask was entirely gone, replaced

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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.”