The Mafia Bride's Lethal Revenge

Chapter 6

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

ella

na when the heavy oak door of the

ession a carefully practiced mask of polite condescension. She had served the Moretti family for

concern. "I saw Sofia leaving in tears. Usually, any changes t

osed the distance between us, my eyes dropping to the

," I noted, my voice dangerously soft. "Julian lo

er hand twitching as if

re is only one Mrs. Moretti in this house. And a failed spy quickly becomes a very messy problem for her master. You

reality of what happened to useless pawns in our world-shattered her arrogance. S

am," she

ake me to the

erile and cold, lined with rows of modern safety deposit boxes. Mrs. Gable handed me the master key

gned to the Rossi dowry-the financial

etal drawer open. My

estate in downtown Chicago were nothing but expired, worthless documents. Instead, the boxes

he final box-a velvet case meant to hold my late mother's heirloom jewelry. I snapped

my mother's memory to cover their massive financial ruin. They thought

ed me the per

up to the Lady's Wing. I locked the door, picked up the encrypt

r)-" Antonio's voice came thr

other end. Caterina was listening. "Counterfeit bills. Gilded br

choed through

al dowry list. Wire the exact cash equivalent, plus the true value of my mother's jewelry, into my private Swiss accoun

nio stammered, panic finall

ndetta* (blood feud) would be quite entertaining. Oh, and I'll make sure all of Chicago knows the Rossi family is so ba

excuses. I slammed the phone

ow at the sprawling, sunlit courtyard of the Moretti estate, I knew Dahlia and Julian would

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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.”