Reborn From Ashes: The Mafia Bride's Revenge

Chapter 6 6

Word Count: 705 | Released on: 22/03/2026

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anor's sharp nod, the two Carson sol

as a grotesque tableau. Caitlin was sprawled on the floor, her emerald dress torn and bunched a

gh the Outfit wives. The silenc

er bloodshot eyes found me standing calmly among the crowd. Th

, guttural sound. She scrambled up and lunged at

caught her wrist mid-air. My grip was like a steel vice, locking her in place. I stared into

ush to cover her daughter's exposed skin; instead, she dragged Caitlin dow

em of Eleanor's dark skirt. "Isabella, she... she was always jealous of Cait

whispers among the wives started instantly,

wolf-headed cane and struck the floor once. *Clack.* The corridor fe

curtsy. "Nonna" (Grandmother),

panic. "You pushed me in with that man and l

sted attendant who had been standing right beside the soldiers, spoke up. Her

ked, my Lady. It open

. The first crack in Caitlin's li

. "Even if it wasn't locked, you held it shut! I was pulling on

d-the very hand she had pinned to a mattress with a stiletto just hours a

locked ont

aping wound. The skin was pale, sm

lawless hand, her voice dropping to a horrified, tremblin

dark abyss of Damien Moretti's eyes, and the surprisingly gentle touch of his fingers as he applied that unknown, mi

ely into her own madness. I met my grandmother's calculating gaze, stepp

rds hang in the air as Gina and Caitlin turned ashen. "I admit, I woke up shortly after I lay down. I w

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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.”