The Mafia Bride's Lethal Revenge

Author: Norrra

Chapter 1

Word Count: 766 | Released on: 30/04/2026

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ew husband had expected. Years of arduous surgical training had given me a powe

y scanned the room. A strong aroma of bourbon ming

, its cold black marble and gilded decorations creating a striking contrast. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon-lit Chicago s

und me like a discarded corpse. This was Julian's carefully orchestrated scheme-a deli

ep, but he had no idea that he

s Dalia Vance-hunched over and saw me in the shadows. Instead

enom. She reached out and stroked Julian's sweaty chest. "You'll ge

r to look back at me; he

d soaking into my skirt. I didn't cry, nor did I scream. I simply brushed a strand of

said, my voice cold and clear

turned his head, his deep eyes

over them with utter disgust. "A bi

ed into a mask of pure, undisguised rage. He shoved

hed. "I'm going to teach you how to tal

back down. He raised his hand, signaling

ntil he was completely within my

a resounding crack. Julian's leg instantly lost its balance, his nervous system seemingly short-circuiting. He

ian fell to his knees, clutching his chest,

"With muscles like yours, you can't even protect your own vitals

Dalia froze, her eyes wide with

ing with boredom. "I never accept substandard

hame, her face flushed crimson. "You bitch!" she screamed, le

As she closed in, I simply shifted my weight, grabbed her outstretched wris

e cold, black marble floor. She curled up in a ball, whimp

me, his arrogance replaced by a burning, venomous hatred. He realized then t

n said through gritted teeth, panting hea

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“To save my crumbling family, I was married off to Julian Moretti, the terrifying Underboss of the Chicago mafia. But he didn't even wait for the wedding reception to end before slipping Rohypnol into my champagne. I woke up on the cold marble floor of the penthouse, only to see my new husband sleeping with his long-time mistress right in front of me. He dragged my unconscious body there just to let me wake up to this humiliation, to show me I was nothing but discarded trash. When I escaped and returned home for help, my father threw a heavy crystal glass at my head. "You ruined us, you stupid bitch! Go back and beg for his mercy!" My stepmother cursed me for not knowing my place, while I discovered they had been embezzling my dead mother's trust fund to pay off debts. Even worse, the mistress in my husband's bed was actually my father's illegitimate daughter. My own family had served me to a Capo's bed just to beg for scraps, sacrificing my life for their beloved bastard. They all thought I was just the obedient, fragile Rossi princess they could easily manipulate and feed to the wolves. They expected me to cry, surrender, and let them bleed me dry. But the fragile mafia princess they knew was already dead. In her place, the dormant instincts of "Seraph"-the lethal Mossad operative I used to be-snapped awake. I wiped my husband's blood off my knuckles, stepped over his groaning body, and made a deal with his deadliest rival. This time, I'm going to burn their entire empire to the ground.”