The Mafia Bride's Lethal Revenge

Chapter 2

Word Count: 705 | Released on: 30/04/2026

ella

said, my voice devoid of any emotion. "Call your

eaving him; I was erasing the marriage entirely, proving to the Chicago outfi

rm as she played the weeping victim. "Julian, she's crazy! She planned this from t

ng but a back-alley whore, and Julian..." I shifted my cold gaze to my so-called husban

ertigo hit me. The edges of my vision blurred. The sedative was fin

toward

anywhere, you bitc

ining took over. I didn't even bother to turn around. I dropped my weight, caught his wris

essure. Julian let out a muffled groan

gritted out, shock finally

m stumbling forward. "Someone

ealed service entrance I had mapped out during the rehearsal dinner. I slipped into the

ing a wave of nausea. Through the narrow gap,

or. "If you send your Soldiers after her, it makes you look weak. She's still leg

ther would sell me out to a slaughterhouse if it meant saving his own skin. I didn't

e city's underbelly in a torn wedd

ny Rossi or Moretti ledger. I pried open the rusted side door and slipped inside. The h

suppressed breath

the sedative's fog. I reached beneath the ruined tulle of

nded, my voice a leth

t. Then, a raspy, steady male vo

o avoid trouble. But it s

golden flame flared to life, illuminating the shadows and casting

unger brother, and the Unde

a dark, wet stain of blood spreading rapidly across his abdomen. Despite the lethal gunshot wound, his da

Chapter End

Claim Your Bonus at the APP

Open

The Mafia Bride's Lethal Revenge

Norrra Mafia

“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.”