Claimed By The Ruthless Dark Mafia Don

Chapter 5

Word Count: 733 | Released on: 13/05/2026

tled on my lips when the heav

ng, imposing shadow across the carpet. The violent storm in h

sp. "Let Katheryn's brother and the rest of the estate know you are unde

: I was his property, and touching me meant death. But

slipped off one shoulder. I clutched it to my chest, but not before the fresh white bandages wrapped tightly around

stantly thickened. I h

eyes fixated on my ruined skin. The scent of his bespoke cologne wrapped a

nge like a terrified doe. I pulled the silk up, cl

, my voice breaking with perfect, tragic fragility. "I would

al lust and his sacred ghost raged in his clenched jaw. He stared at me, his chest heaving, before he let out a hars

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nds while I was still conscious, his swift hands wrapping the bandages I had used to bait Dante. But now, the fresh, icy tingle beneath the gauze told me the ointment

"Signorina Moreno," he said, his tone carrying a newfoun

As I walked in, flawlessly composed, Kelsey stood by the espresso machine. The c

unblemished face and the haunting resemblance I bore to the ghost that

ckly, her eyes darti

d Chloe to hear. "I suppose surviving the night doesn't mean you ac

ile. "But I was so worried about you, sister," she cooed,

he exact spot where Katheryn's leather belt had sliced my flesh. She was waiting fo

the underworld. I felt the pressure

celain cup, took a slow sip of my black coffee, and curved m

, her eyes wide with abso

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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.”