Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back

Chapter 2

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the living room swung

vere black suit, her white-blonde hair pulled b

es. She moved with a chilling, silent grace, her pre

d never seen in him before. He knew who she was. He knew what she represented. Th

me. She walked to my side and gave

ow, toneless whisper. "Dr. Wallace

t. "Seal the estate, Winter. No one

ou co

ng, her carefully constructed matriarchal poise shattering like cheap glass. "You have no right to exam

your father Don Constantine

n first meeting Winter. He puffed out his chest. "Isabella, stop this madness. Ap

sconnected from the reality of the si

ed my fingernails, a picture of detached boredom.

s point. "I'll explain everything to him myse

rrell's face went slack with shock, while Mar

rgaret and Jerrell. It wasn't a look of anger or threat. It was the loo

ed to rally. "This is the Gr

lat and final, "this is a temporary delibe

hear, but the effect was immediate. A few muffled thuds from the hallway outside. The sound

between his family and mine was suddenly, terrifyingly clear to him. The Grif

nger curdling into fear, arrogance collapsing i

was cold, but I took a sip anyway, the porcelain cool

ten. This was real fear. She had likely heard the stories about the Umbr

stay quiet. He was finally beginning to understand

bella, listen. This is all just a misunderstanding.

The soft clink of porcelain against po

I met his gaze. "You

pendulum swung back and forth, each tick a hammer blow against th

I could see her psyche fracturing under the pressure.

ad been silenced not by a threat, but by the dawnin

ed, thick and suffo

rture to my revenge. A beautif

tween the woman in his arms and the bone

tled on Bob

said softly. "It

, were a death sentence. Her face, a

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“I was supposed to marry Jerrell Griffin, securing an alliance between our wealthy families. But today, his mother threw a hospital report in my face, aggressively accusing me of murder. His fragile mistress, Bobby, sobbed in his arms, claiming I had viciously caused her miscarriage so I could keep my position as his fiancée. "Look at what you've done! You vicious, evil woman!" His mother shrieked, while Jerrell looked at me with absolute disgust, demanding I apologize to his mistress. The scene was a horrifyingly perfect replica of my nightmare. In that past life, these exact fake accusations had utterly destroyed me. I was abandoned by my family, publicly disgraced, and eventually died alone in a freezing, dark alley while they celebrated their twisted victory. They wanted to frame me again, expecting me to crumble and beg under the weight of a phantom grandchild. They thought I was just a pampered, helpless girl they could easily manipulate to elevate a lying mistress. But they forgot one crucial detail. I am Isabella Valeriano, the Princess of the Chicago Outfit. Instead of crying, I smiled coldly, picked up my phone, and called in my family's most feared enforcers. "Activate the Purification Protocol." This time, I wasn't just going to expose her fake pregnancy and cancel the wedding. I was going to erase the Griffin name from this city forever.”