Reborn From Ashes: The Mafia Bride's Revenge

Chapter 10 10

Word Count: 725 | Released on: 22/03/2026

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drag Caitlin away from the prying eyes of the lower-ranking members. We moved to the Private Chapel, a small, suffocating room paneled in dark wal

d Bridget stood trembling near the entrance. I remained silently by my grandmo

ting firmly on the ground. She looked down at the r

Eleanor commanded, her voice

ing around her. "Mama, please! Don't let her send me awa

slum. Choose now, or I will execute the highest family discipline and

rough Caitlin's hysteria. Shaking violently, she choked o

Eleanor, I beg you! Let her serve her punishment here. House arrest

g lines to our enemies. And now you dare speak of punishment?" Eleanor took a step toward her daughter-in-law. "One more word, Gina, and I will

oman banished back to her maiden family was socially dead.

d over the ledgers and keys to the laundromats and the funeral homes immediately. Furt

n. She was secretly plotting to marry Marco Moretti to seize power; she could not afford to let our grandmother con

of climbing the mafia ladder, Gina swallowed her pride and h

dered dismissively. "Bridg

the chapel. Bridget had just sacrificed her mother's power to protec

tlin out through the side door,

silence was deafening, broken only by the soft crackle of the can

thing far more intense and unreadable. Her eagle-like eyes locked onto mine, stripping away the facade of the innocent victim I ha

mall room grew i

er voice dropping to a low, chilling re

nees, the freezing marble seeping through the fabric

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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.”