Reborn From Ashes: The Mafia Bride's Revenge

Chapter 2 2

Word Count: 750 | Released on: 22/03/2026

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antom taste of smoke and ash. My eyes snapped open to an unfamiliar ceiling, shadowed in the dim light of a sprawling, immaculate

tiletto had been professionally bandaged, the stark white gauze

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ge, the tears refused to fall. The naive, terrified Isabella had burned to ash in the North Wing. What remained was somet

a voice-Caitlin's-low and triumphant. She was on the phone. "Yes, Mother... It's done. T

ght she had won, on her way to claim her prize in Marco's bed. A cold, predatory cla

k door of the suite, opening it just a fraction. Down the dimly lit, luxurious corridor, Caitli

adows like a startled anim

e knob, before she could even register my presence, I slammed my

eavy oak door and yanked it shut, throwing my entire weight

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creamed, her fists pounding against the wood. Pan

ound on my left hand tore open from the exertion, fresh, warm blo

ou're dead!" she shrie

was devoid of any human warmth, a demonic whisper echoing her own cruel

wed by a dark, drug-fueled laugh. Marco. Caitlin's terrified screams morphed into desperate, muffle

torn hem of my ruined dress to wipe my fresh b

d dangerously. I dragged my feet, stumbling back toward the open door of

ng. My knees buckled, and I fell forward,

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ng arms wrapped around me, catching me with effortless g

flawless, sculpted face gave nothing away, but his narrow, pitch-black eyes were fixed on me. They didn't hold pity or

hifted toward the hallway, where the faint,

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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.”