The Mafia Bride's Lethal Revenge

Chapter 3

Word Count: 746 | Released on: 30/04/2026

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no anesthesia. Damien didn't scream. He just gripped the concrete floor, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth would shat

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orning mist clinging to the rusted shipping containers. I had

father's most loyal Soldier, stepped out with seven Associates

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my skin, I caught his wrist,

surged forward, my muscle memory took over. A throat strike here, a shattered kneecap t

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oak doors of the Rossi

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shattered inches from my boots, spr

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my gaze sweeping over the stunned servants and g

ard son is older than your heir? You, who pimped out your other bastard daughter to my husband, hop

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e. She tried to summon her matriarchal authority, pointing a trembling finger at

cking laugh, cuttin

one. You have no right to call yourself my mother. You, who stole from her trust fund and shipped me off to a board

no words came out. She was stripped of her moral high ground, he

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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.”