Reborn From Ashes: The Mafia Bride's Revenge

Chapter 7 7

Word Count: 642 | Released on: 22/03/2026

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orridor. Gina and Caitlin turned a sickly shade of as

r voice dangerously low, her grip tigh

outside my door. They were discussing what to do after my... unfortunate ruin tonight." I paused, letting the silence stretch until it was alm

s she scrambled forward. "She's a lying bit

to Caterina Moretti, then back to Eleanor. "To secure Caitlin's marriage to Marco Moretti, they agreed to offer the Carson fami

gasps of pure revulsion. In our world, jealousy was a sin, but selling out yo

bbed hysterically, clawing at the carpet, her torn emer

r and bowed deeply. It was a gesture of absolute submission to t

ending the honor of our name. His blood soaked the streets of Chicago so that we could stand here today. And now, wome

s. "I beg you, as the Matriarch of the Carson fa

s and sons bled as Soldiers and Capos-stared at Gina and Caitlin with undisguised disg

e looked only at me. For a fleeting second, I saw something new in her weathered eyes-no

eaded cane and struck the fl

ike nails being dr

aitlin are no longer members of the Carson family. Their names are struck from our bloodline. They

y stared into the void, her mind finally breaking under the weight of her

yes locking onto the smirking face of Francesca Gallo and the pale, trembling form of C

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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.”