Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back

Chapter 5

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ell's shirt. Her muffled sobs were a caricature of grief. "No... pl

. "She's weak. She can't take any more of this,"

ween us. He understood. I needed him to be the one to crush their final, pa

ard. The room sudd

n proceed," he stated, his

he walks over here herself and

ue eyes. "Two. My men 'help' her over here. But after the examinati

ogation

ne in the Chicago Outfit knew what that meant. It was a place of no

sagged against a nearby servant

in his arms, and for the first time, I saw a flicker of doubt in his eyes. A tiny crack in hi

knew it was time to

Drake's side, standing with him as

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nt, and that she lost that child because of me... then I, Isabell

Even Drake's brow furrowed for a split second,

y words sink in. Then, my voice d

she is lying..." I drew out the word, my gaze a p

ano Princess will be paid for by th

ies. I will personally ensure that the name '

y voice was the final blow.

ng a trembling finger at Bobby. "It was all her idea! She planned i

e flimsy bonds of their deceitf

hen at Bobby, his expression a

ed. "No! Madam, how could y

their squabbling. He gave

ng h

moved forward with predatory

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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.”