Reborn From Ashes: The Mafia Bride's Revenge

Author: fdfsgg

Chapter 1 1

Word Count: 760 | Released on: 22/03/2026

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ow ache in my womb. I lay on the bare iron bed, shivering, the metallic scent of my own blood thick in

ped in, her emerald dress a stark contras

mach. "When Marco finds out you're he

sound that echoed in the empty room. "His heir? Oh, Bella,

the room suddenly fe

"The drugged wine, the dark room, the 'accident' on the stairs tonight? All Marc

had? A phantom memory of calloused hands, a suffocatingly dominant presence,

m carrying his true heir," she whispered maliciously. "And Marco agreed that

e dim light. Before I could react, she drove the blade straight t

l scream tore

She dipped her fingers into the dark red water-the remnants of my unbo

hick wood. "Miss Caitlin. The Carson cleansing is complete. The strongholds are burned,

the blade in my hand. *Clea

y father's l

r-stained cheek. "You see, Bella? You killed them. You

against the floorboards. The door slammed s

ing grief that had been suffocating me suddenly crystallize

light flickered beneath the door crack. They weren't just leaving me to bl

ning my lungs. I looked at my pinned hand. If

ipped the blade out of my flesh and the mattress. Blood poured from the gaping wound, but I did

over the roar of the fire. "I swear on my blood and my soul, this is my *Ven

urred, my body finally giving out to the blood loss and t

ash shattered the roar of the fire. The heavy oak door was kicke

a black panther. As he stepped into the dying light of the room, I saw his face. Cold, flawless, and ut

n Mor

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“I was the daughter of a loyal Mafia Capo, arranged to marry the Underboss of the Moretti family. But I gave my heart to his brother, Marco, who promised to break the betrothal and protect me. When I went into premature labor in a freezing, abandoned warehouse, Marco didn't come to save me. He sent my cousin, Caitlin. With a mocking smile, she told me Marco despised my "filthy Irish blood" and that my pregnancy was just a temporary amusement. Then, she pulled out a hunting knife. She pinned me down, sliced my abdomen open, and smothered my newborn baby right in front of my eyes. "He agreed that this inconvenience needs to be removed," she whispered. She revealed that she and Marco had orchestrated my father's murder to secure Mafia shipping routes. Then, she casually knocked over a kerosene lantern, locking the heavy metal door to let me and my dead child burn to ash. While they headed to a high-society gala to celebrate my "accidental" death and their new power, I lay in the roaring flames. As the fire blistered my skin and I held my baby's lifeless body, my suffocating despair froze into a razor-sharp rage. My entire life, my family, and my love had been built on their calculated lies. But they made one fatal mistake. I didn't die in that inferno. I dragged my ruined body out of the ashes, wrapped myself in a blood-soaked coat, and walked straight into their celebration banquet to become their goddamn reckoning.”