Claimed By The Ruthless Dark Mafia Don

Chapter 6

Word Count: 652 | Released on: 13/05/2026

f the past was failing her. Feigning a clumsy slip, she lunged forward, her manicured fingers hoo

oke of the estate. Instead, thanks to Dr. Weaver's miraculous black-market ointment and the calcula

ith hysteria as she stared at my unblemished skin.

g at my lack of claiming marks-bruises or bite marks from a passionate night. I slo

ere shoved open. The oppressive aura of the mafia hierarchy flooded the room as Capo

re of profound respect, and presented a black velvet box stamped with the Blackwell crest. He s

the absolute weight of a Don's Command. "The Don has o

she had died for in another life. Sasha, the Bratva Collateral, narrowed her eyes, masking her shock with cold, dangerous

vel Associates bustled around, filling the massive walk-in closets with haute

the center of the lavish living room,

the opulent room. "You don't have a single mark on you. This is all a

I wore for Dante vanished, replaced by the lethal coldness of a true Mafia Qu

to the Dark Don's habits, or questioning the validity of his decisions, is a direct violation of *Omer

nderstanding the brutal reality of mafia law, she clamped a han

rom Greta's grip. "Just wait until the morning assembly. Let's s

silently terrified of the black-market fertility

wly scanned the new faces of the security guards and maids the estate's intern

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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.”