The Mafia Bride's Lethal Revenge

Chapter 5

Word Count: 773 | Released on: 30/04/2026

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far more dangerous: absolute clarity. When the vehicle finally rolled to a stop before the towering wrou

of my wedding dress. A guard-an Associate I recognized vaguely as Marco-approached the ga

s. We don't take un

my limits, to humiliate the new Mafia Lady before she even stepped f

bars, my eyes locking onto h

said, my voice perfectly calm but laced with pure, unadulterated malic

eer, suffocating weight of my threat hit him. His hand scrambled for the

ed through the entrance. Behind me, I caught the hushed, fr

orders were to

't look at the trembling Marco. I fixed my gaze on Leo, my v

on in basic survival. "There is no 'Miss Vance' wi

hysical blow. "A back-alley whore doesn't give orders in this house. She enters through the s

off toward the perimeter-no doubt to warn Dahlia that her little stunt ha

ne halls until I reached the Lady's Wing. The suite was massive, decorated in expensive, soull

ulders shaking with quiet sobs. Standing over her, polishing a silver

rl," Sofia mocked, her voice dripping with ven

fia jumped, her sneer faltering a

u," she stammered, trying to summon a fal

this house, I decide who takes care of me. And I've decided your service is no longer required. You have one hour

weak, submissive Isabella she thought she knew was dead. She dropped the polis

first layer of the rot. I turned to Elena, who

said gently, though my mind

behalf. I needed to secure this house, and more importantly, I needed to secure my leverage. As soon as I dealt

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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.”