Claimed By The Ruthless Dark Mafia Don

Chapter 2

Word Count: 686 | Released on: 13/05/2026

. Sitting in the dim corner of the Moreno drawing room, I practiced stripping the warmth f

allowed the black-market fertility

ringing her hands. "Dante Blackwell is notoriously p

thought she had cheated death. "Don Booker and his Bratva are pushing the borders. The Unde

s in my posture and the chilling emptiness in my gaze had only amplified my natural beauty, giving me a fatal, unto

e Blackwell Family's bulletproof Rolls-

omised Aurelio and Blanca, her v

, inhaling the faint, metallic scent of gunpow

like a fortress of nightmares. Instead of the Main Iron Gates, the convoy veered toward the heavi

bars of the main entrance. "One day, my son

ly following the guard

old. Before the night's selection, every new Collateral was req

er my cheeks. I dulled the natural glow of my skin and pulled my dark hair into a messy,

furrowed in deep confusion. "Signorina... Kelsey is down the hall drenching he

hreatening girl in the mirror. "A perfect imitation of his ghost won't seduce him; it will

was a calculated flaw. Supp

Wing was thick enough to choke on. I knew Kelsey

against the marble floor. A Capo appeared

thouse," he announced, his voice carrying

Kelsey gasp, a sharp sound

tionally pathetic. He chose me because of the medical file attached to that dossier. Someone had manipulated the psychological e

lian W

he skirt of my simple dress, I stepped out of the room

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Claimed By The Ruthless Dark Mafia Don

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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.”