Claimed By The Ruthless Dark Mafia Don

Author: Alma

Chapter 1

Word Count: 677 | Released on: 13/05/2026

ansion's drawing room. Between my thighs, a phantom ache remained-a degrading reminder of Dr. Julian Weaver's cold

od-soaked depths of the Blackwell Estate Dungeon. I could still feel the agonizing tear of flesh as Kelsey, my half-sister, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my

here I am, seventeen again, the bre

pulling me back to the present. He pushed two black velvet boxes across the mahogany table. "To

xes. I knew exactl

, a clumsy performance that earned her broken legs and a permanent cell in the dungeon. I had taken the second box: a black-market fertility drug.

xplain the contents, K

d. "I'll take this one, Papa," she said, her chest heaving. She looked at me, and in her eyes, I s

with practiced fragility. "I need the guarantee of

r eyes darting toward me with thinly veiled hostility. "She's right, Aurelio. Giada

mphant smirk playing on her lips. She thought she had just stolen my destiny. S

t long shadows over my cheeks, masking the

ubmissive. I reached out and pulled the rema

er ha

ow the bloody reality of the mafia world. A pregnant woman wasn't a queen; she was a walking target.

noid, ruthless predator who despised being manipulated. If he caught even a whisper of a woman using dr

n't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I wouldn't rely on a child to secure my power. I wou

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“I was the untouchable Mafia Queen, but my reign ended in the blood-soaked depths of a damp dungeon. My half-sister, Kelsey, drove a rusted, sharpened spoon into my chest, screaming about the unfairness of fate. In my past life, my father sold me to the ruthless Don Dante Blackwell as collateral to pay off his debts. To survive, I took a black-market fertility drug, birthed his heir, and clawed my way to the throne through sheer ruthlessness. But in the mafia world, a pregnant woman isn't a queen; she's a walking target. I survived countless bombings and poisonings, only to be betrayed and slaughtered by my own family. Until my last breath, I couldn't understand. I had sacrificed everything to secure our survival in the empire. Why did my blood and tears only earn me a rusted spoon to the heart? Opening my eyes again, I am seventeen, sitting in my father's drawing room. Two black velvet boxes sit on the mahogany table. Kelsey greedily snatches the box containing the fertility drug, her eyes gleaming with feverish triumph. "I'll take this one, Papa." She thinks she is stealing my golden ticket to the crown, completely unaware that she just chose a death sentence. I lower my gaze, letting my eyelashes mask the cold, lethal amusement pooling in my eyes as I take the remaining box. Inside is the detailed psychological profile of the Don's dead fiancée. This time, I won't be a breeding mare fighting off assassins. I will dissect the devil himself.”