The Enforcer's Jilted Princess

Author: Bone Possolo

Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 785 | Released on: 21/03/2026

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hroat was so real I

my fiancé, Jason Brennan, standing over my agonizing body with a cold, triumphant laugh. Beside him stood Elena Vance-the orphan

lth, Bella," Jason's voice echo

I was forced to watch the Gallos and the Brennans slaughter my fa

tate slowly came into focus. My wedding to Jason was tomorrow. But the terror vibrating in my bones wasn't pre-wedding jit

the heavy co

the room, her eyes

ed, my voice trembling wit

left an hour

velvet coat over my nightgown and marched straigh

leather hit me instantly. My father, Marco Falcone, the Don of Chicago, sat behind his desk. Be

?" my father demanded, his dark eye

ght now," I breathed, stepping up to his desk. I met the Don's lethal gaze without flinching. "Ta

gy, dimly lit hallway of a cheap brick apartment building in the West

g through the thin wooden do

a's breathless voic

n. The Don raised his heavy boot and kicked the flimsy door viol

here they were. My fiancé and my adopted si

na let out a piercing scream, scrambling frantical

ched up to the bed, grabbed Elena by her tangled hair, and deli

m. "Your father was a loyal Soldier! He bled and died for Marco,

ating standoff in the cramped living room. Jason and Elena

life. Like a fool who fundamentally misunderstood the iron laws of

at my parents, then glared at me with blatant disrespect. "I love her. Elena is swe

away with blood. But the nightmare had burned away any tears I might have shed. I ste

dropping to a dead, chilling calm, "then why di

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“Tomorrow was my wedding day to Jason Brennan, the heir to a powerful Mafia family. My family, the Falcones, had even taken in an orphaned girl, Elena, treating her like my own sister. But in my nightmare of a past life, I choked on my own blood, poisoned by the arsenic Elena slipped into my food every day. As I lay agonizingly close to death, Jason stood over me with a cold laugh, holding Elena in his arms. "We just needed the Falcone wealth, Bella. And the docks." Then came the gunfire. I was forced to watch them slaughter my father and my brother, tearing my family out by the roots. After my death, Elena even spread vicious rumors that I was a barren spinster, twisting their foul betrayal into a tragic tale of noble sacrifice to completely destroy my legacy. The metallic tang of my own blood was so real I could still taste the ash. I didn't understand why the girl my family sheltered for eight years would repay our charity with such venom. And I understood even less how the man who swore to love me could orchestrate my brutal murder without a shred of hesitation. Bolting upright in bed, drenched in cold sweat, I realized I had returned to the night before my wedding. This time, I wouldn't just cancel the engagement. I would hand their treason directly to the Mafia's most terrifying Enforcer, and watch them burn.”